Chapter 745 That’s all, I won’t force you

When Qingque came to his senses, he realized that he was pinching Princess Huayang's arm tightly.

She quickly let go of his hand, her face pale as she said, "This servant deserves death. I lost my composure and hurt Your Highness. Please punish me, Your Highness."

As she said this, she hurriedly tried to kneel down, but as soon as she started to move, she was helped up by Princess Huayang.

Yun Que's body stiffened, and with a look of panic on her face, she said, "Your Highness, this servant deserves to die."

Princess Huayang frowned and interrupted her, saying unhappily, "Yuque, I have told you countless times that you are never a servant in front of me."

"Your Highness." Yunque's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

She took two steps back and knelt, saying respectfully, "This life of yours was given by Your Highness. If Your Highness needs anything, please let me know. I will do anything for you, even if it means my death."

Princess Huayang wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, only a sigh could be found.

"Forget it, I won't force you."

Hearing this, Yunque suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about the current situation in the palace, she asked tentatively: "Your Highness, His Majesty is now in good health. Would you like to go to the palace to see him?"

"What are you looking at?" Princess Huayang asked instead of answering.

As she spoke, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and a smile appeared in her eyes as she said, "Your Highness likes to use bright and flamboyant colors to make clothes. Send her the piece of Tianxiang brocade that I acquired a few days ago.

His Majesty has been very busy with government affairs recently, and it also happened that the Crown Prince of Liang was coming to the capital for the marriage, so it is inevitable that he was a little angry. She didn't need to take it to heart.

Anger is harmful to the body. At our age, nothing is more important than a good body."

Qingque responded respectfully and was about to leave when she heard Princess Huayang order her, "Prepare another set of gifts and go to Prince Ning's mansion in person later.

Just say that we met briefly at the mansion last time and didn’t get to talk, so I asked Princess Ning to come over and have tea with me when she’s free.”

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"Mother!"

Jiaojiao woke up and looked at the empty bed beside her. Her mouth pouted and she was about to cry.

The next moment, Mo Yingxue's teasing voice rang out from outside, "Let me see which shy little fellow is about to burst into tears the moment he opens his eyes."

The little girl hurriedly said: "No, Jiaojiao didn't cry!"

She wiped her face randomly, raised her little chin high, and looked so proud.

My mother said that I shouldn’t cry easily.

She is a good girl and should listen to her mother!

Mo Yingxue walked in and looked at Jiaojiao with a "chicken nest" on her head. She couldn't help but frown, "You really didn't cry. Did I hear it wrong just now?"

The little girl said seriously: "Yes, auntie heard it wrong."

As she spoke, she couldn't wait to ask, "Aunt, where is mother?"

Mo Yingxue raised an eyebrow, "Just one question?"

She sighed and sighed, shaking her head twice, "If Fifth Brother knew that his beloved daughter had only thought of looking for her mother the moment she opened her eyes, and had forgotten even him, he would be so heartbroken."

Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly widened, and she said anxiously, "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten. Only Jiaojiao has not forgotten Daddy!"

Mo Yingxue couldn't help but burst out laughing when she heard that.

This little girl is so funny.

He is especially adorable when he opens his big eyes like black grapes and looks at people with an innocent face.

Just looking at her makes people want to tease her.

Seeing her laughing so hard that she couldn't even straighten her waist, Jiaojiao realized something belatedly. She clenched her fists and said angrily, "Auntie is bad. Jiaojiao, don't pay attention to me."

As she spoke, she snorted coldly and turned away.

Seeing that little look, Mo Yingxue wanted to tease her even more.

If it were someone else, seeing the little girl like this, they would at least say a few words to coax her.

If she gets angry and cries, it will be difficult to comfort her later.

But Mo Yingxue's personality is always to do whatever she thinks of.

She took a few steps forward, got closer and asked, "Jiaojiao, do you really not want to pay attention to your aunt?"

The little girl turned her face away as hard as she could without even making a sound, and it was obvious that she was really angry.

Aunt Snow is such a bad girl!

She was so nice to her and even shared the cakes given by the Empress Dowager with her, but she actually wanted to complain to her father.

If she had known this earlier, she wouldn't have been with her.

The more Jiaojiao thought about it, the angrier she became. Her little face was puffed up and the words "Don't mess with me" seemed to be written all over her body.

Mo Yingxue looked at the little girl who was about to explode, and asked with a smile, "Jiaojiao, do you not want to talk to your aunt anymore?"

Jiaojiao said crisply: "Ignore it!"

As she spoke, she muttered softly, "Bad aunt, stinky aunt, go be someone else's aunt."

Mo Yingxue raised the corners of her lips, "What a pity! I was thinking of taking my niece to the Imperial Garden to catch butterflies since the weather is nice today.

It seems I have to go alone.”

As a sigh fell, Jiaojiao couldn't help but turned half of her face and said, "Butterfly, what butterfly?"

Mo Yingxue didn't answer but asked, "You're not my good niece, why do you care about whether it's a butterfly or not?"

Jiaojiao pursed her lips, turned her face away, and said to herself: "What's so beautiful about butterflies? I don't care about them."

She said she didn't care, but her whole body, even her toes, were exerting force.

His ears were so tight that they almost pricked up, for fear of missing something.

Mo Yingxue saw at once that the little girl was showing off, and pretended to be regretful and said, "The colorful butterflies in the Imperial Garden are all specially raised by craftsmen, and there are more than ten kinds of patterns alone.

Flying under the sun, the color of its wings is even more brilliant than the flowers."

At the end of her words, she pretended to be dramatic and asked, "Is there really no one who wants to go see the butterflies with me?"

Jiaojiao quickly turned around, threw herself into her arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Jiaojiao wants it!"

Mo Yingxue raised an eyebrow, "What does Jiaojiao want?"

The little girl bit her lip, with annoyance in her eyes.

She clenched her fists and snorted softly, "Forget it, I won't watch it anymore."

Jiaojiao said this, moving her little butt back and about to leave Mo Yingxue's arms.

But how could she bear to let go of the little guy she already held in her arms?

She hugged Jiaojiao and raised her hand to rub her head fiercely a few times, "Little girl, you may not be that old, but you have a pretty bad temper."

Jiaojiao raised her hand high, unwilling to be outdone, and wanted to touch it back, unwilling to suffer any loss.

But when she looked at Mo Yingxue's hair full of pearls and jade, she silently withdrew her hand.

She looked at her hands, then at the jeweled hairpins, and finally managed to utter, "Auntie, is your head heavy?"

Mo Yingxue was stunned by her question.

Because of her status, when she was outside, the ladies and nobles would only praise her when they saw her.

They praised her appearance, clothes, jewelry, and even an ordinary handkerchief.

The people who served her all said the same compliments.

It was the first time someone asked her if it felt heavy to wear these.

Mo Yingxue wanted to say it wasn't heavy at all, but when the words came to her lips, she changed her words and said, "Heavy, extremely heavy!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a golden hairpin from her head and stuffed it into Jiaojiao's hand, saying with a bitter face, "Auntie's head is almost broken by the pressure."

The little girl felt the weight on her palm and frowned, "It's so heavy, why does Auntie have to wear so many?"