The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

The secret guard couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw the little prince holding the tiger-headed doll and calling her mother one after another.

He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and then said to the red-eyed emperor again: "The girl has heard back from what your Majesty told you last time."

Mo Xiao suddenly turned his head to look at the secret guard and asked eagerly: "What did she say?"

The secret guard whispered: "The girl said, it's the word 'Ning'."

"Ning..." Mo Xiao murmured softly, then walked over and picked up his son, smiling and saying, "From today on, the baby will have a new name, called Ning Ning."

Chen Yuan also heard the secret guard's words and knew that this name was given by Lu Jiuqing, and a rare soft look appeared on his face.

She reached out and touched the little prince's head, and said with a smile: "Ning Ning, your mother gave you a very good name."

The little prince blinked blankly. He was used to being called baby. Who was Ning Ning in his father's mouth now?

But it doesn't matter. When he gets older, he will know better.

The emperor threw Ning Ning to Chen Yuan to play with, got up and returned to the desk, picked up paper and pen and started writing a letter, and told the secret guard to wait.

Seeing him like this, the secret guard wanted to say: Why don't you stop writing? The girl wouldn’t look at it anyway.

But seeing how serious His Majesty is, it's hard for the secret guards to pour cold water on him.

After a while, Mo Xiao finished writing the letter in his hand, sealed it and handed it to the secret guard: "Give it to her personally."

Then he said: "You also need to inform her of what happened in the palace today, especially the fact that Ning Ning will call her mother."

The secret guard agreed, took the letter and was about to turn around and leave, but Mo Xiao suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

He looked at the little guy sitting on the carpet playing with Chen Yuan, and couldn't help but think that Lu Jiuqing must miss this child very much. This thought flashed through Mo Xiao's mind and he made an instant decision.

"Come here, ask a painter to paint the little prince's current form and send it to Jiangnan with my letter."

Over there, Chen Yuan heard this and glanced here, then continued to lower his head to play with the little prince.

The painter came very quickly. After taking a look at the little prince and Princess Chen Yuan who were playing on the carpet, he started writing furiously. In just half an hour, a picture of the little prince having fun appeared on the paper. The shape of the little prince, the clothes he is wearing, and the tiger-headed doll he is holding are all brought to life in the artist's brushwork. Next to the little prince, the expressionless Princess Chen Yuan and her messy hair like a chicken coop are also vivid.

After the ink dried, the painter handed the painting to the emperor for inspection. The emperor took a look at it, especially the clothes on the little prince and the tiger-headed doll. After seeing that they were reflected in the painting, he nodded with satisfaction.

Someone put the scroll away and handed it to the secret guard who had been waiting for a long time. He said softly: "It must be delivered before the little prince's birthday."

The secret guard looked serious: "Your Majesty, don't worry."

When the secret guard took the order and left, the emperor's face instantly darkened.

He walked over and sat next to the little prince. Seeing the little prince holding the tiger-headed doll, he still couldn't help but whisper: "When can I wait until the family is reunited?"

Chen Yuan glanced at him and said leisurely: "You will not survive if you do your own thing."

Mo Xiao glared angrily, but there was nothing he could do about Chen Yuan.

This is a wild dog, and no matter who she is, this will never change.