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

The family of three arrived at the room next door. Lunch had already been set on the table. The dishes were all according to Lu Jiuqing's preferences.

Lu Jiuqing sat down and as soon as he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, Mo Xiao picked up a chopstick and put the dish into the bowl: "Qingqing, try this."

Lu Jiuqing: "..."

Even though it wasn't the first time, she still wasn't used to being called Qingqing by Mo Xiao.

She knew that it was useless to refuse, so she could only brainwash herself and pretend that she was deaf and didn't hear anything.

Picking up the chopsticks and taking a bite, Lu Jiuqing's eyes flashed with confusion. Then he remembered something and suddenly looked up at the ink flute beside him.

Mo Xiao laughed: "How does it taste? Do you still like it?"

Lu Jiuqing pursed her lips and hummed.

This taste...she had tasted it before.

Before she and Tang Xiuyan reconciled, she lived in Mo Xiao's Ninth Prince's Mansion for a long time, and the food she ate at that time had this taste.

After so many years, the taste seems to have not changed.

Mo Xiao looked at Lu Jiuqing and said softly: "He is still the same chef. He has not changed."

He took good care of everything Lu Jiuqing liked.

Lu Jiuqing's heart moved slightly, and the feeling of being at a loss and not knowing what to say came back again.

At this moment, Mo Chengning also waved his little spoon, added a spoonful of soup to Lu Jiuqing, poured it into the bowl, and said rather eagerly: "Mother, try this too."

After saying that, he glanced sideways at his father. This was a clear competition for favor.

Mo Xiao glanced at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be smiling.

Lu Jiuqing was a little dumbfounded. The rice was completely soaked in the soup when it entered the bowl.

She had no choice but to take a bite of rice, and then said with a smile: "Well, the soup Ning Ning served is very fresh."

Mo Chengning immediately turned to look at Mo Xiao: "Father, mother prefers soup."

Mo Xiao: "..."

Did he go to great lengths to raise a love rival for himself?

But looking at this face that looked exactly like his own, Mo Xiao lost all temper.

In this way, father and son, you have chopsticks and I have a spoon. Lu Jiuqing's bowl is always full, so she doesn't have to pick up the food herself.

Not surprisingly, Lu Jiuqing was full of this meal.

Mo Chengning was young and had no energy compared to adults. He felt sleepy after eating. In the past, she relied on Mo Xiao, but now she rubs herself directly into Lu Jiuqing's arms.

So, Lu Jiuqing sat on the chair, picked up Mo Chengning and put him in his arms, swaying gently while humming an unknown tune softly. After a while, Mo Chengning fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Xiao was afraid that Mo Chengning would crush Lu Jiuqing, so he carried him and put him on the small bed in the Yinghua Palace, leaving Chunsheng and Xia Ying to guard him.

After doing all this, Mo Xiao took Lu Jiuqing's hand and led him out of Yinghua Hall.

Lu Jiuqing twitched her hand uncomfortably. She was not used to being so close to Mo Xiao, and she didn't want others to notice.

Her current identity is shameful.

But Mo Xiao didn't intend to let go. When Lu Jiuqing tried to take his hand away for the third time, he stopped.

Mo Xiao turned his head to look at Lu Jiuqing and said with a half-smile, "Qingqing, you don't want me to lead you?"

Lu Jiuqing glanced at him: "Your Majesty, this is not good."

"Really?" Mo Xiao said with a smile, "It seems that Qingqing doesn't like being led by me, so how about I try another way and hold you?"

Lu Jiuqing's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Mo Xiao with wide eyes in disbelief. How could a person be so shameless?