Chapter 309 Yan Jiamu's Fall

"Regret? What?"

The banquet was filled with the sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments, and red sleeves fluttered in the breeze, creating an atmosphere of peace and prosperity.

Glass lanterns hung along both sides of all the palace paths, their flickering candlelight reflecting off the glass shades to create a hazy glow. The lanterns emitted a golden light, making the entire palace even more magnificent.

A soft, childlike voice suddenly rang out, ethereal and melancholic. Coupled with the fact that Qiuqiu was standing in the wrong position, the light from the glass lamp behind her cast a halo over her head, making her little face look sallow.

Su Junyao had already been trained by Qiuqiu's ability to appear suddenly and silently. At this moment, he only took a deep breath and clenched his fist to suppress the terrifying feeling of wanting to reflexively kick the person away.

"My own child! My own child! My own child!"

Poor Uncle Lu, who was terrified of ghosts his whole life, clung to her father like a monkey.

With her little hands behind her back, she mimicked the way the two adults had been whispering to each other and sighed in a pretentious manner, "Uncle Lu, just like Zha."

twitter?

"Your daughter called me like your monkey!"

Su Junyao pushed the person aside, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Doesn't it look like it?"

If the occasion weren't inappropriate, Lu Wenzheng would have definitely cursed him out. Old Su is getting old and increasingly foolish. Where in the world is there a monkey as handsome as him?

The two exchanged a glance, and Su Junyao stepped forward and nudged Qiuqiu, saying, "Go find your mother. This is not a place for you."

Today, upon entering the palace, the little girl's crossbody bag was emptied. She managed to snag enough snacks from her aunts and uncles, and is now heading towards the court officials.

She overheard her father and Uncle Lu talking about regrets. What could a little girl like her not be allowed to hear about regrets?

My dad doesn't share his secrets with me anymore.

Su Junyao wouldn't dare share any secrets with her; it would be too frightening.

"Dad, what secret is it?"

Su Junyao swallowed his words, staring at Qiuqiu's little face for a while before finally saying, "What's that accent of yours?"

Chiu Chiu scratched her head, "Our eldest brother... um! His accent... is okay!"

"Stop, stop, stop talking." Su Junyao was having trouble listening. "Where did this 'brother' come from?"

The sons of officials in the capital learn Mandarin from a young age, so how come they have such a heavy accent?

Chirp chirp pointed her little hand in this direction...

Su Junyao grabbed Qiuqiu's hand and sternly scolded, "Don't point randomly!"

Lu Wenzheng was startled by Su Junyao's attitude and couldn't help but scold him, "Chiuchi is just a little kid, what can he understand? Don't point... don't point randomly like that!"

Following Su Junyao's gaze, it turned out that Qiuqiu's older brother was a white-haired boy sitting next to Que Yushi.

The white-haired boy appeared to be about the same age as the Su family's twins, with white hair and a pale face. He wore a crimson robe typical of Turkic nobles, and a bone from some unknown part of his body hung from his waist. Noticing their gaze, the boy nodded to them, his cool, aloof expression melting like the first snowflakes.

Chirp, her eyes sparkling: "He really is!"

"Wow, so pretty!"

Su Junyao & Lu Wenzheng: "..." Does she not know who this boy is?

Little Chiu Chiu, a self-proclaimed "face-obsessed dog," follows anyone who's handsome. No wonder Chiu Chiu stares at him so intently; the man has deep-set features, ethereal eyes, and long, silvery-white hair that appears even more sacred under the lights, giving him an air of inviolable mystery.

Chiu Chiu was completely engrossed in watching it.

"It's so pretty!" she said, touching the top of her head. "I want to dye this white."

Su Junyao's lips twitched so hard his face almost shook. Wasn't this just premature graying? Was she really that ignorant? He'd been worrying about Qiuqiu so much that he'd got gray hair too! And this girl never said anything about her own father being handsome.

He grabbed an innocent passerby and said, "Take Qiuqiu away."

Gu Qinghuai was about to ask who he was when he looked up and saw Marquis Wenyang staring at him with a bitter and resentful expression. He shut up, and seeing Qiuqiu's infatuated look, he understood everything.

He gently pulled the chubby little girl up and lifted her up, asking, "Where are we taking her?"

Gu Qinghuai's movements were so practiced it was almost heartbreaking. Su Junyao patted his head and said, "It's alright, never mind. Go have fun by yourself."

Throughout the entire process, Qiuqiu didn't even glance at them out of the corner of her eye, focusing entirely on interacting with the white-haired young man.

Gu Qinghuai was still grateful for the care that Marquis Wenyang had given him. "I understand you. I'll take Qiuqiu away now."

He raised his hand to cover Qiuqiu's eyes, "Queyu is not as simple as you think, she is beautiful but poisonous."

Su Junyao and Lu Wenzheng were surprised by Gu Qinghuai's awareness of danger at such a young age. Queyu was indeed a poisonous man-eating flower that grew in the Turkic lands.

Beautiful and deadly.

The white-haired boy beside her looked like her, and there were rumors that he was her illegitimate son, but the Turkic Khan loved her so much that he could accept being cuckolded.

Similarly, this child was just as cruel as her.

Gu Qinghuai: "Chiu Chiu, you can't just look at a beautiful appearance; you also need to look at the soul beneath it."

Chirping and whimpering, she tried to pry Gu Qinghuai's hand off her eyelids, "I don't want to look!"

A beautiful appearance alone cannot attract me to an interesting soul.

Su Junyao smiled wryly; this bad habit needed to be corrected as soon as possible. He was afraid that Qiuqiu would be tricked by good-looking people in the future!

No, you could be scammed right now!

Under the extreme tugging of Gu Qinghuai and Qiuqiu, Yan Jiamu had already reached the two of them. He had a faint smile on his face, his head slightly lowered, looking down at Qiuqiu: "The eagle above, the darling of Goddess Aga."

He took a square, milky-white jade pendant from the cloth bag hanging from his waist and handed it to Qiuqiu, saying, "This is for you."

Chiu Chiu pushed Gu Qinghuai's hand away and stepped forward happily, "Give, give it to Chiu Chiu?"

Yan Jiamu smiled: "Yes, it's for you."

Chuchu rubbed her little hands together. Since that's the case, she'd better accept!

She raised her two little hands to take the dominoes from the fairy brother and touched them casually.

Yan Jiamu felt a warmth on the back of his hand, a fleeting sensation that vanished in an instant. He looked down at Qiuqiu in confusion; had she touched his hand?

For some reason, Yan Jiamu inexplicably wanted to wrap his clothes tighter.

Is this child... serious?

A serious kid is definitely serious! Right...?

Su Junyao picked up Qiuqiu and smiled apologetically at Yan Jiamu: "Holy Son, my daughter is naughty and has offended many people. Please forgive her."

Su Junyao never dreamed that one day he would feel guilty towards a Turk.

This is all thanks to his wonderful daughter!

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Yan Jiamu shook off the strange feeling that suddenly appeared in his heart, and smiled as he looked at Qiuqiu, who was as well-behaved and cute as a doll.

The boy was reserved, unlike the malicious rumors. He blushed slightly as he looked at Qiuqiu and said, "The goddess Aga wouldn't like a naughty child, please don't say that about her."

Su Junyao had never seen such a silly child. His little Qiuqiu had taken advantage of him, yet he still spoke up for her.

It seems this holy son isn't very bright!

It seems the Turks are not a threat after all!

Gu Qinghuai, who was watching from the sidelines: This scene, this picture, this damn familiar feeling!

Isn't this just another version of him?!