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

Ever since Mr. Mu said a few words that day, he didn't say a word to Lu Jiuqing for several days in a row.

They live in this small courtyard and cannot see each other, but they live a life without disturbing each other. Lu Jiuqing seemed to really regard himself as a canary, thinking and doing nothing every day.

Mr. Mu felt panicked when he saw Lu Jiuqing like this, but he didn't know what to do.

Just the day before the little prince's birthday, the secret guards finally rushed back from the capital.

The secret guard handed the letter written by His Majesty to Lu Jiuqing as usual, and then not surprisingly saw the letter thrown into the fire.

The secret guard quickly withdrew his gaze from the brazier, turned to look at Lu Jiuqing with bright eyes, and said vividly: "Girl, when I return to Beijing this time, I happen to meet the little prince."

He described very vividly how the little prince put on the new clothes made by Lu Jiuqing that day, how he hugged the tiger-headed doll and never let go, and finally how he called out the word "mother" eloquently. .

Lu Jiuqing sat back on the chair, slightly in a trance, and there was finally a wave of emotion in his calm eyes.

"He actually... can call me mother?" Lu Jiuqing was really surprised. She had never dared to think about this.

The child was raised by Mo Xiao. Even if the child calls someone, it should be his father, but in the end, the first sentence he calls is mother?

The secret guard said softly: "Maybe it's because His Majesty often mentions girls in front of the young prince."

Lu Jiuqing: "Really?"

She was silent for a moment and then asked, "Does he like what I made?"

The secret guard nodded: "The little prince hugs me and won't let go."

Lu Jiuqing pursed her lips and finally smiled: "As long as he likes it."

In fact, when she gave those things away, she was already prepared for them all to be thrown away. Now that they were not thrown away, she was already very happy.

However, the secret guard seems to have brought more than one surprise this time.

He carefully took off the scroll that had been carried on his back, then took out the painting inside, and handed it to Lu Jiuqing with both hands: "These are the words of the little prince. His Majesty specially ordered the painter to paint it, and he also asked the girl to take a look."

Lu Jiuqing didn't want it at first, but as soon as he heard that the person in the painting was the young prince, Lu Jiuqing couldn't help but stretched out his hand and took the scroll.

Her son...she also wanted to know what he had grown into this year.

His fingers caressed the scroll for a moment, and finally he carefully opened the scroll, and the characters inside suddenly came into view.

"It's A Yuan!"

Lu Jiuqing looked at the woman on the scroll in surprise, with a bit of a smile in his eyes.

She touched Chen Yuan's hair with her fingers and couldn't help but laugh: "You are such an old man, why can't you comb your hair well? It's so messy."

The secret guard next to him said leisurely: "I heard that the little prince loves the princess's hair very much and always plays with it every time he sees it."

Lu Jiuqing: "..."

Lu Jiuqing couldn't help laughing, secretly thinking that A Yuan was too indulgent towards the child.

After looking at Chen Yuan carefully, Lu Jiuqing's eyes finally moved to the side bit by bit.

The pink-carved little baby, wearing clothes sewn by herself, holds the tiger-headed doll she made in one hand, and holds Chen Yuan's hair with the other. Her little mouth is grinning, revealing two cute little front teeth.

This is her son.