Chapter 428 Black Heart Sesame

Outside the palace gate.

The four little ones stood neatly beside the carriage, wearing clothes of the same color. Some of them looked handsome or some looked lovely. Just standing there made people unable to take their eyes off them.

The guards on duty exchanged glances and lowered their voices, saying, "These are the four young masters and young ladies in His Royal Highness Prince Jin's residence. They are truly outstanding individuals."

"Indeed, look at that figure and the aura he exudes when he stands there. He must be the son of His Royal Highness Prince Jin."

The curtain of the carriage that was alongside the carriage of Prince Jin's mansion was suddenly opened, revealing a young man's spirited face.

Song Xubai's face darkened as he turned to the talkative guard and said, "Why are you talking so much? When did the Imperial Guards become so lax in discipline?"

The two were about to explode when they caught sight of the sign of the Yongchuan Marquisate hanging on the carriage. They immediately apologized, "I was too talkative and disturbed the prince. I hope you will forgive me."

Song Xubai was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of four heads facing him in a straight line, which frightened him.

The youngest one, with his face as soft and pliable as a sticky rice dumpling, looked up at him and asked in a baby voice, "Are you my uncle?"

"Who is your uncle?" Song Xubai's face flushed red, and he jumped off the carriage regardless of Yan Qing's dissuasion behind him.

Watching his skillful movements, Jiaojiao clapped her chubby little hands and praised him, "Uncle is so great!"

The boy's face turned even redder when he heard this, and he stiffened his neck and said, "Little boy, you are not allowed to call me uncle."

Jiaojiao scratched the two balls on her head with a puzzled look on her face, her little eyebrows were wrinkled with worry, and she thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

She turned her head and asked Zixu beside her, "Third brother, if aunt's younger brother can't be called uncle, what should he be called?"

Zixu touched his chin, looking like a little adult. He thought carefully and said, "Call me uncle!"

"Pfft!" Song Xubai was amused.

This was the first time he heard his aunt's younger brother being called uncle. Where did he learn this nonsense?

How do these servants in Prince Jin's Mansion serve? The child is already five or six years old, but he can't even understand these basic relationships between people.

Seeing that he was actually laughing at him, Zixu said angrily: "What are you laughing at? You are a grown-up, do you think it's fun to bully a child?"

Song Xubai was startled, pointed at himself and asked, "Am I bullying a child?"

Zixu said confidently: "Yes, it's you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone patted his shoulder lightly.

He thought it was his second brother, and without even turning his head, he said, "Second brother, stop making trouble. I'm here to support our little sister."

Jiaojiao silently touched her belly and said in a baby voice, "Third brother, the nanny said that children don't have waists."

Zixu frowned and blurted out, "Listen to that old woman fart. Everyone has a waist. How is it possible..."

He stopped talking mid-sentence.

Then, he covered his ear with one hand and begged for mercy, "Brother, it hurts, it hurts, I was wrong!"

Zi Yan had a smile on his face that made people feel like spring breeze. He nodded slightly at Song Xubai and said, "I am too naughty. I am sorry to make you laugh."

"Little brother..." Song Xubai looked at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you the self-proclaimed prodigy, Master Yan, from Qingshan Academy?"

"It's just a joke between classmates, don't take it seriously."

"Ouch, it hurts! Big brother, spare me!"

Zi Yan loosened his hand, patted Zi Xu's head and said, "Third Brother, apologize to the prince."

Seeing that Zixu's ears had turned red and he no longer had the arrogant look he had just had, Song Xubai waved his hand and said, "No need, he didn't say anything.

Besides, you've already been punished, that's enough."

Hearing someone pleading for mercy, Zixu nodded hurriedly and said in a flattering manner: "Don't be angry, big brother. I know I was wrong."

Zi Yan wanted to say something, but had to give up because there were outsiders present. He gave him a warning look before looking at Song Xubai.

He smiled gently and said, "Speaking of our senior relationship, we should call you Brother Song, but Zi Yan personally believes that Princess Yong'an is my father's savior, and the two of them usually address each other as peers.

The four of us brothers and sisters are younger, so there is nothing wrong with calling him uncle or uncle.

Does the prince think that what Zi Yan said makes sense?"

Song Xubai was a little confused for a moment, then he continued, "Your Highness, there's no need to feel embarrassed. Zi Yan just said that in order to gain your friendship. I've never heard of Your Highness being unhappy."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Zi Yan's eyes, and he lowered his eyes to hide it. "It was Zi Yan who was rude just now. I hope Your Highness will not blame me."

When Song Xubai was in the academy, he often heard people mention this child prodigy and always had a good impression of him.

He hated being called "Prince" the most. Seeing Zi Yan's displeasure at the title, he said without hesitation, "There's no need to be so formal. It's just a title. Call me whatever you want."

Zi Yan raised his eyes, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, "Are you serious, my lord?"

Song Xubai blurted out, "Of course, I never bother to fool people."

He looked at the boy who was a head shorter than him with a slightly strange look in his eyes and said, "If this gets out, people who don't know will think I even bully children. Our Yan family can't afford to lose this person."

Zi Yan's eyes suddenly showed joy. He looked at his younger brothers and sisters and said, "What are you standing there for? Come over and meet your uncle."

Jiaojiao spoke first, smiling sweetly, "Uncle!"

Ziheng, who was standing beside him, pursed his lips and said sullenly, "Hello, uncle."

Zixu scratched his head and muttered, "Didn't I just tell you not to shout?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eldest brother pressed his head and called him "Uncle".

After doing all this, Zi Yan bowed respectfully towards Song Xubai and said in a clear voice: "Zi Yan greets uncle."

Hearing the word "uncle" again and again, Song Xubai was confused.

How come I suddenly have four more good nephews?

He turned his head, looked at the carriage and asked, "Mother, should I prepare a gift for them?"

It's not good to let others call him uncle for nothing.

As children of the Yan family, we must be extremely polite.

Yan Qing in the carriage was silent for a moment, then said, "It should be so."

Song Xubai touched his waist, and there was a look of regret in his eyes.

I was in a hurry to go out today and didn't bring my purse with me. Now I'm afraid it will be too late to go back.

As he was thinking, he felt someone gently shaking his sleeve. When he lowered his head, he met a pair of pitiful big eyes.

Jiaojiao pouted and said, "Uncle, my feet hurt!"

What hurts?

Song Xubai didn't hear clearly at first, but it didn't stop him from following his inner thoughts. He bent down and picked up the little kid.

Who can not like this little doll made of pink and white jade?

Not to mention, it was Song Xubai who, when he was a child, saw someone with a sister on the street, ran three blocks in one breath to rush home, held Yan Qing's hand and insisted that she give birth to a sister for him.

Although the little guy calls him uncle, what does it matter?

At worst, they can just go their separate ways.

Sensing Song Xubai's genuine joy, Jiaojiao blinked her big, watery eyes like black grapes and asked in a baby voice, "Uncle, are you waiting for Auntie too?"