Chapter 432: A Strong Woman Afraid of a Clinging Man

In the carriage.

Mo Jinchuan hugged the sleeping Jiaojiao and listened to his eldest son talking about the recent situation in the palace. His handsome face was covered with frost.

At the end, Zi Yan said calmly, "We are not father's biological children, let alone royal blood. If father had not been kind enough to take us in, we would have starved to death somewhere long ago."

His eyes were gloomy, his expression calm, "Princess Huayang has treated us with all her kindness."

It can be considered as doing the utmost, but that is not it.

The fact that two half-grown children could easily see through the clues was enough to prove how careless his good aunt was in her disguise.

Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes, hiding the fierceness in them. He reached out his hand and gently touched Jiaojiao's furry little head. Then he raised his eyes to look at Ziyan and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for your hard work during Dad's absence."

Zi Yan said respectfully, "Father, you are too kind. This is what a son should do."

He pursed his lips and relayed the conversation he had just had with Song Xubai outside the palace gate in detail.

After saying this, he sat quietly, waiting for his fate.

Looking at this eldest son who had no blood relationship with him but spoke and acted just like him when he was a child, Mo Jinchuan couldn't tell whether he was relieved or heartbroken.

He freed one hand, patted Zi Yan's shoulder and said, "You did very well. Daddy is very pleased."

Zi Yan raised the corner of his lips, and noticing that he seemed to have something else to say, he immediately restrained his emotions and waited obediently.

That look is so heartbreaking no matter how you look at it.

Mo Jinchuan sighed softly and said, "Dad didn't care enough about you in the past. If you have any questions in the future, don't force yourself. Feel free to come and discuss it with Dad."

“Anything is fine,” he emphasized.

Hearing this, Zi Yan instantly became nervous, his face pale as he asked, "Dad, was Zi Yan being too clever today?"

What he meant was that he deliberately used roundabout means to get Song Xubai to accept the title of "uncle".

Mo Jinchuan laughed and asked instead of answering, "Can you tell me first, Dad, why you want to call Prince Song uncle?"

Zi Yan pursed his thin lips, clearly not wanting to say anything.

Knowing his eldest son's temperament, Mo Jinchuan did not force him and just said, "It's okay. Tell Daddy when you want to talk."

Zi Yan nodded, and caught a glimpse of his second brother staring at him dimly, and his heart skipped a beat.

He opened his mouth: "Second brother, you..."

Ziheng said, "I didn't see it."

He confessed without being asked, which seems like he was trying to cover up the truth.

Zi Yan's expression was indifferent and he lowered his voice to ask, "Did you see it too?"

Ziheng looked at him, then at Mo Jinchuan, without saying anything.

He has never been good at lying, and he said that just now out of consideration for their deep brotherly love.

This can happen once but not twice.

So brother, you’re on your own.

Seeing that he had returned to his usual wooden appearance, Zi Yan gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "Dad, I have been studying in your study since I came back."

Mo Jinchuan nodded and said, "Continue."

Zi Yan stole a glance at his expression, took a deep breath, and said in one breath, "My son accidentally touched a mechanism while flipping through a book, and saw the dark room in the study, and also saw some things he shouldn't have seen."

Hearing this, Mo Jinchuan could no longer maintain the calmness on his face.

He pulled the corner of his lip and asked, "What did you see?"

Zi Yan looked at him with a look of resentment, clearly saying, "Dad, don't you know it clearly? Why do you have to ask me?"

Even though he thought so, he still said obediently, "Without Daddy's permission, I dare not look inside. I only saw a few paintings hanging on the wall."

Mo Jinchuan's expression couldn't help but ease a little.

He patted Zi Yan's shoulder and said with relief, "Good boy."

If the one who discovered the secret room was not the steady eldest son, but the third son, then there would be no need for him to save face.

Thinking of something, Mo Jinchuan's sharp eyes fell on Ziheng. Without waiting to ask, he heard him confess: "Brother saw it."

The implication is that he didn't watch it.

Not missing the regret that flashed across his eyes, Mo Jinchuan asked with a dark face, "Do you regret it?"

Ziheng thought about it and nodded honestly.

Then he added: "It's okay not to watch it."

When he said it was okay not to look at it, he didn't mean it could be looked at or not in the literal sense. Instead, he meant that he knew who the person in the portrait was whether he looked at it or not.

Mo Jinchuan suddenly had the illusion that he was stripped naked except for his underwear and thrown in front of his two sons.

He could only comfort himself that fortunately the third brat didn't know about it yet.

Suddenly, Mo Jinchuan remembered the brilliant smile that Zixu gave him when he turned around and climbed onto the carriage of Yongchuan Marquis Mansion using his hands and feet.

He closed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Does your sister know?"

Zi Yan said respectfully, "Don't worry, Daddy. I don't know anything."

Ziheng glanced at Jiaojiao who was sleeping soundly and uttered two words: "It's hard to say."

Mo Jinchuan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy!"

Ziheng: "Not the third brother."

He grasped the hem of her clothes with both hands and stroked them for a long time before saying, "Sister likes her."

Zi Yan reached out to help him straighten his clothes and said, "My little sister is still young, and she likes pretty people when she sees them."

He glanced at Mo Jinchuan's expression and continued, "Just like Uncle Song, my little sister likes him too."

Ziheng insisted, "It's different."

Zi Yan said nonchalantly, "What's the difference? You must be overthinking it."

Ziheng clenched his fists, sweat pouring down his forehead. He gritted his teeth and said, "She was dreaming of calling for her mother."

Hearing this, Zi Yan reached out and patted his shoulder, saying with a look of satisfaction, "Not bad, you said a few more words today."

A trace of confusion flashed in Ziheng's eyes, then he understood, turned around and ignored him.

Little did he know that his words would cause a storm in his father's heart.

Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes and looked at his sleeping daughter, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

In the past few years, discussions about the life stories of the four children have continued in Beijing, and people have made all kinds of guesses.

Even more outrageous is the rumor that he was unlucky with his wife, and that the mothers of his four children all died shortly after giving birth to his sons.

Their biological mothers are indeed deceased, but correspondingly, their biological fathers are also long gone.

A few years ago, out of his own selfishness, he was unwilling to marry a woman he didn't love, which caused them to be regarded as motherless children by others.

Now is the time to give them a mother.

I just don't know whether the person he loves is willing to condescend to marry into his Jinwang Mansion as a concubine and be the mother of his child.

If she doesn't want to...

Then he would pester her until she agreed.

Doesn't the storybook say that a virtuous woman is afraid of a clinging man?

As long as he is thick-skinned enough, he will have no trouble finding a wife.

If she still didn't want to, or had any concerns, it was not impossible for him to come with his four children.

After all, the Yan family is wealthy and powerful, so even if his title is stripped away by his father, the whole family will never have to worry about food.

Not to mention that he still has a lot of strength, so there is no way he would let his wife and children go hungry.

On the other hand, Song Yanxi, who was still hesitating about how to confess to Yan Qing that she was interested in Mo Jinchuan, had no idea that someone had even considered marrying into her family.

Yan Qing noticed that her daughter was worried and asked softly, "Xi'er, tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for His Royal Highness Prince Jin?"