The next morning, Wanwan got up early.

She sat on the stool like a doll, letting Hehua put a cute bun on her hair. Then she put on a pretty little dress and stood in front of the bronze mirror to take pictures of herself.

She is so cute~

After packing up everything, Wanwan was led out of Furong Palace by her mother's hand. The carriage leaving the palace had stopped at the door early.

Just as Wanwan was carried into the carriage by her mother, she suddenly saw a familiar figure walking towards them not far away.

[Hey, why does that figure look so much like my scumbag dad?]

Wanwan was a little uncertain, and stretched out her little hand to rub her eyes. Who else could it be but her scumbag father?

Concubine Yi was also very shocked when she saw the tyrant suddenly appear, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

As Concubine Yi was about to dismount to greet him, the tyrant pinched her waist and pushed her back down.

The great tyrant stepped into the carriage without any hesitation, under the slightly surprised eyes of the two, "I happen to have nothing to do today, so I will go back home with my beloved concubine."

The next second, at the signal of the tyrant, Eunuch Fu and several young eunuchs carried the brocade boxes in their hands onto the carriage.

Wanwan: [Wow, these brocade boxes can’t be filled with gold and silver treasures, right? My scumbag dad must have spent a lot of money on them.]

[However, if someone shows affection for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. The scumbag father’s motives are definitely not pure.]

Wanwan had just finished complaining in her heart when the tyrant suddenly pinched the bun on her left side.

Wanwan immediately raised her cute little face and said to the tyrant in a soft and cute voice, "Daddy, sit here."

The tyrant watched as a certain little brat diligently waved away the snacks and sundries beside him and let him sit next to her.

This cute look makes her look like a good child, unless he can't hear her inner voice.

Little brat, you're assuming the worst of him again.

"Um."

The tyrant responded softly and sat down next to the little brat.

The carriage, which was originally spacious, seemed a little narrow because of the arrival of the tyrant.

The familiar yet unfamiliar masculine scent approached, and Concubine Yi seemed a little uncomfortable.

Even though she had been in the palace for many years, she and His Majesty had never ridden in the same carriage.

To her, His Majesty was just a stranger with her husband's name.

The carriage was very quiet. It was not until the tyrant sat down that he realized he had no idea what to talk about with Concubine Yi.

When Concubine Yi entered the palace, she had just reached the age of coming of age.

He accidentally heard that she had admired him when she was still waiting to be married, so he issued an imperial decree to let her enter the palace as a concubine. In the first three years, he only occasionally called on her. In the last three years, she was slandered by Concubine Rou and was cruelly sent to the cold palace by him.

The tyrant suddenly felt that what the little brat said was not unreasonable. From the perspective of a husband, he was indeed a heartless and ungrateful person.

But he also felt that he was not like that. At the beginning, he did feel guilty towards Concubine Yi and wanted to compensate her, but later he found that he felt more than just guilty towards her.

[It's so quiet. Why aren't these two talking? Why do they look like strangers?]

Wanwan looked at her mother and her scumbag father sitting face to face without saying a word. She looked at them like a bystander.

After hearing Wanwan's thoughts, the Tyrant also felt that the atmosphere was very strange. They shouldn't be like this, so he opened his mouth to try to break the silence: "Have you had breakfast? What did you eat?"

[Pfft! What a cheesy way to chat! Don't force yourself to chat even if your jerk dad doesn't know how to chat!]

The Tyrant: “…”

Concubine Yi replied softly, "Your Majesty, I have already had breakfast. I had porridge and buns."

"Oh." The great tyrant responded softly, then stared at Concubine Yi's little face, as if he was expecting something.

Concubine Yi didn't quite understand at first, but then she suddenly thought of something and asked, "Has Your Majesty eaten breakfast?"

Wanwan was speechless as she listened to the two's awkward conversation. She took out a small cookie made by her mother from a snack box nearby and was about to take a bite when she heard her scumbag father reply, "Not yet."

"Your Majesty, why don't you finish your breakfast before coming? How can you come on an empty stomach?" Concubine Yi didn't expect His Majesty to come without breakfast. She opened the food box beside her and handed it to him. "These are all I have here. Your Majesty, please eat these first to fill your stomach."

Tyrant: "Okay."

[Ah! My favorite pig bun! ! !]

Wanwan, who was standing by, cried out in great grief and anger when she saw that the tyrant was going to use her favorite piggy bun to fill her stomach.

Pig bun? What the hell?

The tyrant picked up the small and exquisite bun and took a look at it, noticing that it was indeed shaped like a pig's head.

Seeing His Majesty staring at the bun without eating it, Concubine Yi explained, "I made this originally as a snack for Wanwan to satisfy her cravings on the road."

The next second, the great tyrant opened his mouth and took a bite. The soft and sticky milky aroma mixed with the aroma of wheat spread in his mouth. "Hmm, it tastes very good. I didn't expect that my beloved concubine's cooking skills are so good, comparable to the chef in the imperial kitchen."

Concubine Yi: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. I was just sitting in the kitchen playing when I had some free time."

"It's delicious. Is there milk in it?"

Concubine Yi nodded and said, "Yes, it has goat milk added to it. I like to drink it every night."

Tyrant: "Drink goat's milk every night, it will help you grow taller."

Listening to the two of them talking, Wanwan suddenly felt like a clown.

She had just been making fun of this jerk dad for the awkward conversation, but she didn't expect that they could start a conversation this way, and the clown turned out to be herself.

[Dad, you didn't ask my mom if she had breakfast just to eat my favorite piggy buns, did you?]

[One sentence broke the quiet atmosphere, and they talked about the day and ate the pig buns. He was really scheming.]

A scheming scumbag dad: "..."

You little brat, you're acting rebellious again.

Knowing that a certain little brat liked it, the tyrant ate three and then stopped.

Seeing this, Concubine Yi asked, "Your Majesty, won't you eat?"

The big tyrant smiled and pinched the bun on the little girl's head beside him, "If I eat that girl again, she will eat me too."

Concubine Yi followed the man's gaze and saw the little girl pouting in grievance, staring at her adorable piggy bank.

Noticing that both of them were looking at her, Wanwan quickly came back to her senses, picked up a piggy bank bun and handed it over attentively, "Daddy, eat as much as you want. Wanwan is very generous."

The big tyrant looked at the little milk ball's harmless face, secretly sighed, touched her little head, and smiled like a kind father: "Eat every night, eat more so you can grow taller, you are too short now."

[You stinky scumbag dad, you're the short one, your whole family is short, I'm only three years old, how much taller do you want me to be? Do you want me to grow like a bamboo shoot?]

Wanwan cursed in her heart, but on the surface, she said, "Thank you, Daddy~"

The tyrant stuffed the piggy bag into the little kid's mouth.

Tsk, what a double-faced little brat.

Go eat your pig head bun.