Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

A few months later.

The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, and above the vast Xumi Continent, the majestic Xumi Palace is like a shining pearl inlaid in it.

At this time, in an exquisite courtyard in the imperial palace.

A delicate little girl was pulling at the sleeve of a young man and asked in a baby voice, "Second Uncle, my brother and I are already one and a half years old. Why haven't our mother and father come back yet?"

Mo Zhiyuan had two cute little pigtails on her head and was wearing a bright red dress. She looked as pretty and charming as a blooming flower.

Yun Ziyu, whose sleeves were pulled, looked helpless and said with a wry smile: "My dear aunt, you have asked this question eleven times today. This is the twelfth and last time that your second uncle will answer you. Your father and mother have encountered some difficult things that need to be dealt with, and they can only come back after those troubles are resolved."

Hearing this, Mo Zhiyuan's face, which was originally full of expectation, instantly fell.

She pouted, tears welled up in her eyes, and she grumbled in a sobbing voice, "But if my mother doesn't come back, I can hardly remember what she looks like."

"Thinking about mom coming back to feed me personally, I can eat by myself now...Wow, I miss mom so much!" As the little guy said this, tears as big as beans rolled down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Yun Ziyu hurriedly squatted down and gently wiped away the tears from Mo Zhiyuan's face.

Yun Ziyu begged, "Okay, okay, don't cry, otherwise your grandfather will see me and think I bullied you, and he will beat me again. Our Zhiyuan is so cute and kind, she definitely doesn't want her second uncle to be beaten by her grandfather, right?"

Mo Zhiyuan was a little confused, then nodded belatedly, "But second uncle, I really miss my mother, can you take me to see her?"

Yun Ziyu was slightly stunned, "Go find my mother?"

"Yes, since mother can't come back, then let's go find her!" Mo Zhiyuan's face was full of excitement and anticipation, his hands clenched tightly unconsciously, and his tone rose slightly due to excitement.

Her big watery eyes were sparkling, as if she had already seen the joyful scene of seeing her mother.

"Oh, why didn't I think of this idea earlier? The book calls this... called..." Mo Zhiyuan frowned and tried hard to think of the word, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

At this moment, a childish but clear and pleasant voice suddenly interrupted: "If the mountain is not for me, I will go to the mountain."

Mo Zhiyuan turned around in surprise, only to see Mo Junye, dressed in a bright yellow and gorgeous prince's attire, walking towards her.

"Brother, brother, hehe, it's because you read more books. I forgot again." Mo Zhiyuan ran to Mo Junye happily, grabbed his sleeve and acted coquettishly.

She looked up at her brother, her eyes full of admiration.

Mo Junye shook his head helplessly, stretched out his finger and gently touched Mo Zhiyuan's forehead, and said unhappily: "When I asked you to study with me in the morning, you either felt pain here or felt uncomfortable there, and you made all kinds of excuses to refuse. But when I asked you to do horse stance training in the yard, you were able to do it steadily and without moving. Sister, you are a girl, you should learn more about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs."

At the end of his speech, Mo Junye couldn't help but let out a long sigh, secretly wondering in his heart, how could his delicate and soft sister develop such a naughty and active personality?

Mo Zhiyuan smiled foolishly, "Hehe, brother, I just like martial arts. Brother, don't you think it's cool to have one sword with one person?"

"Handsome? You're a girl, why do you need to be handsome?" Mo Junye looked as if he was struck by lightning.

"Who says girls can't be pretty? I think my mother is very pretty because she's good at both civil and military affairs. When I grow up, I want to be a pretty girl like my mother." Mo Zhiyuan snorted and gestured at his own grown-up appearance with a longing look on his face.

Mo Zhiyuan tilted his head to glance at Yun Ziyu, then pulled Mo Junye's sleeve and asked, "Brother, what do you think about me going to the mountain? Let's go find mom, okay? It's all my fault for not thinking of going to find mom earlier."

Mo Junye shook his head, "No, we can't go find mother and father."

"Why, brother? I miss mother. Don't you miss mother?" Mo Zhiyuan asked in confusion.

"Of course I miss my mother and father, but we can't leave Xumi Continent. It's too dangerous." Mo Junye said.

As soon as he and his sister walked out of the palace, they would be sitting ducks. People from other continents would definitely want to capture them and exchange them for some benefits from their father and mother.

"Let's bring the divine guards with us, and bring more people to protect us, brother, okay?" Mo Zhiyuan did not give up and said pitifully.

Seeing Mo Junye looking embarrassed, Yun Ziyu suddenly had an idea and tried to divert her attention.

So he pretended to be curious and asked, "Xiao Zhiyuan, you just said that you were about to forget what your mother looked like, so do you still remember what your father looked like?"

Mo Zhiyuan sniffed, raised her head, tilted her pink face up, hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice a little embarrassedly: "Actually...actually I have long forgotten what my father looks like."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of her clothes.

Yun Ziyu felt gloating.

Hahaha.

Who could have thought that a king would have a leaky little cotton jacket?

But he looked a little indignant for Mo Beichen, "Ah, Xiao Zhiyuan, think about it carefully, can you really not remember what your father looks like? If your father knew, he would be very sad."

When Mo Zhiyuan heard this, he frowned slightly, and his attention was indeed diverted.

But, "But I still can't remember what my father looks like. Brother, how tall is my father? Is he this tall? As tall as my second uncle?" Mo Zhiyuan said while gesturing.

Yun Ziyu: Come on, this is really a leaky little cotton jacket.

Mo Junye glared at Mo Zhiyuan and said, "What the hell are you gesticulating with? Daddy isn't that short. Daddy and mommy said in the letter we sent back that we should listen to our uncle and grandparents and not act willfully."

Mo Zhiyuan sighed, lowered his head, and said reluctantly, "Hey, when can I see my father and mother?"

Yun Ziyu couldn't bear to see the little princess looking so dejected and listless, so he walked up to her, squatted beside her and said, "Zhiyuan, I heard that grandma is sick. Can we go and see her together?"

Mo Zhiyuan was immediately shocked, "What? Grandma is sick? Uncle, let's go see grandma. No wonder she hasn't come to see me in the past few days."