Chapter 747 You Are Really Your Father’s Good Daughter

Mo Yingxue looked at Jiaojiao, whose eyes were full of cunning, and suddenly an idea came to her mind.

She extended her index finger and tapped the little girl's eyebrows, saying with both anger and amusement, "You clever little thing! Fifth Sister-in-law hasn't even married into the family yet, and you're already thinking of giving all the good things to her."

Jiaojiao chuckled and said as a matter of course: "Daddy said that the good things should be left to Mommy."

"Your father?" Mo Yingxue raised an eyebrow, thinking of how her fifth brother always responded to her fifth sister-in-law's requests, and nodded. "Well done, you should listen to your father."

As soon as she finished speaking, she came to her senses.

That's not right. Isn't the little girl just using her things to offer as a token of appreciation?

Fortunately, she was quite happy just now.

Looking at the happy Jiaojiao, Mo Yingxue smiled, squeezing out a sentence from between his teeth, "You really are your father's good daughter."

The little girl thought this was a compliment to her, and smiled sweetly and said, "She is also my aunt's niece!"

Mo Yingxue was both angry and amused when she heard this. She pinched her face and said, "You are such a heartless little thing. You've broken your aunt's heart."

Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly showed more anxiety, and she asked nervously: "Auntie, where does it hurt?"

As she spoke, her eyes moistened slightly, "Let Jiaojiao blow on it, it will stop hurting after a while."

Unexpectedly, the little girl was so worried about her. Mo Yingxue's anger disappeared instantly. She smiled brightly and said, "Silly girl, Auntie doesn't feel any pain. I was just lying to you."

Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Mo Yingxue laughing, she also laughed and asked in a baby voice, "Aunt, can we go find Mom and Dad now?"

She reached out and touched her belly, pouting and saying, "Jiaojiao is hungry."

Hearing this, Mo Yingxue suddenly remembered something and slapped her forehead, saying, "Look at my memory. I was so busy fooling around with you that I forgot about the important things!"

She quickly reached out to Jiaojiao, "Hurry, we have to hurry.

If I go too late, my mother will definitely scold me at night."

The little girl nodded, but didn't move.

Mo Yingxue suddenly became anxious and was about to urge her when she saw her slowly open her arms.

As if she was afraid of being disliked by her, the little girl lowered her head in embarrassment and said in a muffled voice: "Auntie, Jiaojiao doesn't know how to put on clothes yet."

Hearing this, it was Mo Yingxue's turn to feel embarrassed.

She scratched her head and said dryly, "Well, even auntie doesn't know that either."

"Ah?" Jiaojiao looked up at her, her big eyes full of confusion.

Obviously, she couldn't understand why her father and mother could do something but her aunt, an adult, couldn't.

Thinking of something, the little girl tilted her head and asked, "Auntie, do you want Mammy to put on clothes too?"

As a legitimate princess, Mo Yingxue had special people to serve her in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. There were five or six maids and palace servants just to take care of her clothes.

She didn't even have to make her underwear herself.

She just had to pick out a dress she liked, then stretch out her arms and wait for them to dress her.

Before this, she had never felt anything was wrong.

Because since she was born, she has been enjoying the meticulous care of the palace servants and has no idea what it means to do things by herself.

But for some reason, when she heard Jiaojiao's childish question, she suddenly felt her face burning.

But the little girl saw her embarrassment and comforted her: "It's okay, Auntie won't do that, Jiaojiao won't do that either."

It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it. After she said that, Mo Yingxue wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

She is almost as old as Jiaojiao, how can I compare with her?

Meeting the little girl's innocent eyes, Mo Yingxue's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she managed to utter, "Who said I can't?"

She gritted her teeth and muttered, "It's just putting on clothes, who can't do that?"

Jiaojiao nodded quickly, urging, "Auntie, hurry up! My hands are so sore!"

Mo Yingxue responded and quickly turned around to get her clothes.

The moment she turned her back to the little girl, her face turned bitter and she cursed herself for bragging.

Now it’s a complete mess.

Looking at the miniature clothes on the shelf, she felt like crying.

If I call someone in now, with the little girl's intelligence, she will probably guess that she doesn't know how to do it.

Mo Yingxue slowly picked up the clothes and sighed again. It would be great if Fifth Sister-in-law was here.

She is very clever and can even hold a silver needle as thin as a hair steadily. She is sure to be able to do something as simple as putting on clothes with ease.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Jiaojiao's joyful voice, "Mother!"

Hearing this, Mo Yingxue's eyes lit up instantly. She quickly turned around and said excitedly, "Fifth sister-in-law, you're finally here!"

Hearing the faint cry in her voice, Song Yanxi couldn't help but frown and looked at Jiaojiao who was already impatiently standing up on the bed.

Did these aunt and niece have a quarrel just now?

Her gaze followed the little girl's messy head and slowly moved downwards, and was soon attracted by the string of golden things beside the bed.

Jiaojiao quickly bent down, grabbed the thinnest part of the collar, and lifted it up with a grin.

Song Yanxi quickly stepped forward to catch it, fearing that she would lose her grip and accidentally drop it on her foot.

The little girl pointed at the necklace and said happily as if she was presenting a treasure: "Put it on, mother!"

Thinking of something, she glanced at Mo Yingxue, her eyes sparkling as she said, "My aunt gave it to me."

Mo Yingxue was even more moved when she heard this.

She wiped the corners of her eyes, raised a smile and said, "As long as Fifth Sister-in-law likes it, I'm glad. I still have a lot of jewelry that I haven't worn yet. I'll have someone send it to the Princess's Mansion someday."

Song Yanxi couldn't laugh when she heard this.

Why did she feel that Princess Roujia was being threatened?

And the one who threatened her...

Song Yanxi looked at Jiaojiao, who was looking expectant, and pinched her little hand and said, "Stand still, I'll dress you first."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yingxue hurriedly handed over the clothes.

His attentive attitude doesn't seem like he was forced, but more like he was voluntary?

Seeing that Song Yanxi didn't move, Mo Yingxue's smile froze on her face, and she asked tentatively: "Fifth sister-in-law, don't you know how to put on clothes?"

Jiaojiao hurriedly said, "Aunt, my mother knows how to wear it."

She bent her chubby little fingers and said seriously, "This morning and yesterday, mother made Jiaojiao wear them."

Hearing this, Mo Yingxue breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "That's good."

Thinking that Emperor Xuande was still waiting for them to have dinner, she hurriedly said, "Fifth sister-in-law, it's getting late, hurry up and help Jiaojiao get dressed.

If I delay any longer, my mother will definitely scold me when she gets back."

Jiaojiao smiled broadly and said proudly, "Don't be afraid, Auntie. The Empress Dowager doesn't scold people."

Mo Yingxue said quietly, "That's you. How could she bear to scold such a sweetheart like you?"

As she spoke, she turned and walked out, saying, "Fifth sister-in-law, please help Jiaojiao dress first. The room is too dark. I'll have someone light two lanterns."

Song Yanxi responded, and after listening to the footsteps fade away, she asked the little girl, "Jiaojiao, do you like this collar very much?"

Jiaojiao was full of doubts, but when she saw her pick up the gold collar, she suddenly realized, "Mom said this is a lump of gold."

She seemed to understand something, pouted her lips and asked, "Mom doesn't like it?"