The princess wanted to run away, but the three kids held her back.

But he secretly thought: Maybe I am overthinking. How could a person who is blacklisted by the whole network have such a fierce momentum? As long as I provoke her, Jiang Mingjiao's character will definitely be exposed. This is also the most important step for me to gain Fu Zhiheng's favor."

Jiang Mingjiao is a princess of a country after all. Even if she hasn't realized what's going on, the host and guest should be distinguished, which has been a rule since ancient times. The guests cannot ignore her as the hostess.

Moreover, based on what Her Royal Highness the Princess has observed in the palace since she was a child, this woman, like the evil-minded concubines in her father's palace, is up to some unknown evil ideas.

She glanced at the servant coldly and said condescendingly: "I'm hungry."

Jiang Mingjiao was not the only one in the living room.

Those who stayed behind understood that even if the young master disliked this lady, he would never allow servants like them to bully her.

Then he immediately ordered the kitchen to serve the food.

Jiang Shuxin knew that this was a warning to her.

So that she would understand that she, Jiang Mingjiao, was the mistress of this manor, the dignified Mrs. Fu.

Jiang Shuxin still had a smile on her face, but her clenched hands behind her back revealed her unwillingness.

If Jiang Mingjiao knew what she was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes. She was just hungry.

"Miss Jiang, today is the day when the young master learns horse riding. Are you here to see him?"

Everyone knows that Jiang Mingjiao married into the Fu family because of her son's status as a mother. She later gave birth to a pair of triplets, the eldest brother Fu Rong, the second brother Fu Heng, and the younger sister Fu Jia. However, she did not receive Fu Zhiheng's love, and became bad-tempered. According to the servants, she sometimes beat and kicked the children.

As a result, the child is not very close to this mother, and even hates her.

After Old Master Fu found out about this, he took the three children to live in the old house for a while, and they only returned recently.

If I had mentioned this before, Jiang Mingjiao would have been furious and would have attacked me. If I had just pretended to be weak, this woman would have been kicked out of the Fu family.

"No, I'm just hungry. Come and eat." Children don't occupy a very important position in the eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess. After all, she is also a child deep in her heart.

The original owner doesn't have many memories after that, and now he can't even tell who is who.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was enjoying the delicious food in front of her, completely ignoring Miss Jiang who was beside her.

"Hmm~o(*￣▽￣*)o, I didn't expect that the food in later generations would be so delicious, and the cooking methods are much more diverse than those in Jiang Kingdom. After I go back, I must ask the imperial chef in the palace to learn more." Her Royal Highness the Princess narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.

"Young Master, you're back."

"Well, Aunt Zhang, bring the meal to my room," the boy said as he took the towel handed to him by the servant and wiped his face.

“Well… the missus is coming down.”

The boy was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Didn't she always eat in her room?

I turned my head and looked towards the restaurant. The woman was eating and it seemed like she hadn’t seen me yet. Phew, thank goodness.

I just had a fight with the fat guy next door. Although I won, it was not a very glorious victory. My clothes were torn and my face was covered with bruises. I will definitely be scolded and then I will lock myself in the room to reflect on myself.

Thinking of this, the boy's mood obviously dropped. He pulled the corners of his mouth, wondering what he was expecting. His little face was slightly stiff, and a trace of dejection flashed in his eyes. He, his brother and his sister didn't need their mother. Then he turned around without looking back.

"Young Master, you're back!" Jiang Shuxin watched Fu Heng walk away without even looking back, so she hurriedly called out to him.

The boy frowned, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

“Who is this?”

Jiang Mingjiao also raised her head because of the voice.

First glance: "Hmm~ Who is this?"

Second glance; "Oh~ this looks like my adopted son."

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Mingjiao looked at the other party's vigilant appearance, like a lion whose tail was stepped on, and she unconsciously revealed her claws which she thought were sharp.

There is no doubt that the boy is very handsome, even extremely feminine. It is no exaggeration to say that he is exquisite. It is not difficult to see that he has excellent genes from his parents, especially his lips, which look very much like Jiang Mingjiao.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.

Those phoenix eyes were slightly hooked, extremely charming, with snow-white skin, red lips, and a smile that seemed to be able to seduce people's hearts.

The boy's heart beat wildly a few times, and a pink color appeared on his cheeks.

Jiang Mingjiao looked at the changes in the young man in front of her, as if a hand holding a feather was plucking her heartstrings back and forth. She really wanted to pinch it, but she couldn't let the other party see her obscene intentions.

"Come and have dinner." Her voice was very clear, like the melted snow from the top of the snow-capped mountains in Tibet, clean and slightly cold.

The boy was obviously stunned after hearing this. He was usually a calm and composed boy, but now he couldn't help but show his shock.

Fu Heng stood there holding his gray little hands, imitating the movements of detectives on TV, raising his hands to support his chin, thinking: "This woman, why is she crazy? When she saw me like this before, she must have beaten me up without saying a word. Is it because there is someone present?" Then he looked at Jiang Shuxin opposite him.

Yeah, the boy shook his head. If she had been present before, the crazy woman would have made a big fuss without any explanation and would have been driven away. Only when his father was present would this woman act like a mother should, holding him and his sister in her arms and looking at his father with an obsessed look.

The boy's brows gradually furrowed in impatience. This wasn't right. His brother had taught him that as long as he thought like a detective, he would be as smart as him. But this didn't work for him.

Jiang Shuxin looked at the young man opposite and didn't listen to Jiang Mingjiao at all. She couldn't help but find it funny. How could the second young master of the Fu family, who had always been a bully, listen to her? She glanced at Jiang Mingjiao with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

"Young Master, it's time to practice. Today's homework was assigned by your father himself." Jiang Shuxin smiled and walked towards Fu Heng.

A pungent smell of perfume rushed into Fu Heng's nose. He was not hypocritical like his brother, so he jumped away immediately and ran to the dining table. At least, now he was sure that Jiang Mingjiao would not hit him. Moreover, Jiang Mingjiao did not have the pungent smell of perfume and had the milky scent that he liked.

But unfortunately, I can only smell the milky scent on Jiang Mingjiao's body, and she will only hold me in her arms on the day my father comes back.

There were no children's chairs in the Fu family's house, because the mistress never came to the dining room to eat, and the food was always brought directly to her by the servants. Gradually, the young master and the young lady rarely came to the dining room to eat, and only when the young master came back would the table be fully occupied.

The young man climbed onto the dining chair with difficulty, but looking at the high dining table in front of him, on the one hand he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of this woman, on the other hand the delicious food was out of reach. Fu Heng hated making choices the most in his life, and his delicate little face was full of worry.