It's not that I'm worried about Yan Zhuo, but the child has been close to my daughter and the servants for such a long time. Will he be disturbed if he is suddenly taken away by his mother?

Looking at the little girl's expression at this moment, it is clear that she is not very happy.

In fact, Xiao Yan was struggling, "No, no, no, I don't want to go!"

[After all, will my scumbag dad abandon me quietly? ]

[Woo, woo, woo… Mother, mother, please wake up! Your precious son is about to be stolen! ]

Yan Zhuo, "..."

What kind of heinous things did he do in his previous life to scare his children so much?

"Young Master..." Si Yuming obviously saw Xiao Yan's struggle, she stood up and stretched out her hand, wanting to take the child back, but she was afraid.

Yan Zhuo sighed, then forced himself to turn around while holding the child.

As he walked out of the mansion, he soothed her, "Don't worry, Daddy is not your third uncle, he won't go to any messy place, he's just going back to Prince Mo's mansion. My dear, just think of it as... giving Daddy a chance to show off, okay?"

Listening to the pleading voices from above, I felt indescribably sincere.

It was just like the regretful murmur he made before he was "angered to death" by himself in his previous life.

"My dear..."

So gentle, yet revealing an unexpected familiarity and rare intimacy.

Xiao Yan was stunned and forgot to struggle.

After getting on the carriage, Yan Zhuo took the bamboo tube milk bottle and clumsily learned to feed the child, "Are you hungry? Daddy will feed you."

After a while, he touched his butt again and said, "Do you want to pee? Daddy will help you change it."

After a while...

"Yes, Daddy saw that Mommy always gave you a pacifier, which made it easier to coax you to sleep. Are you sleepy? Daddy will find it for you!"

The love she had experienced almost made Xiao Yan confused.

As a result, the time it took to travel from Feiyu's residence to Prince Mo's mansion seemed both long and short to him.

I used to like to sleep when I was riding in a carriage, but I couldn’t fall asleep this time.

With her big eyes wide open, like a newborn baby, she looked at the now "strange" Yan Zhuo with curiosity.

Yan Zhuo was in a panic, but when he suddenly saw the look in the child's eyes, he felt inexplicably sad.

He turned his face away and endured it for a while, then smiled as if nothing had happened, "Not used to it? It doesn't matter, it was Daddy's fault in the past. He didn't spend enough time with me. In the future... Daddy will regard me and my mother as the most important family members in his life, and cherish them well."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes widened even more, as if she almost didn't know Yan Zhuo!

My heart was filled with turmoil. [What the hell? What the hell?]

[Could it be that he is possessed by a ghost?! ]

[Ugh! Lying unconscious in bed, it's so pitiful. Son, what should I do? Should I hint to my mother to ask a master to perform a ritual? ]

[Ah, but... such a bad father is a little unpopular. I wish a bad father who is not possessed by a ghost would be like this...]

Yan Zhuo had a face that was expressionless.

He just stared at the child's rolling eyes like a fool, numbly and speechlessly.

The so-called voice of the child has been exaggerated to an outrageous level!

After a while, Yan Zhuo pretended not to hear, picked up the child and placed him on his knees, "My dear, why do you think daddy insisted on bringing you to Prince Mo's Mansion? Do you suspect that daddy is not sincere to you and mother?

"Okay, Daddy originally planned to take you to Chunhuiyuan first, but for now, let's go to the ancestral hall first.

"Daddy will show you the latest genealogy of our royal family. Daddy believes that if you read it, you will no longer doubt Daddy's sincerity!"

Yan Zhuo had long legs, and soon he carried the child into the ancestral hall.

The royal family genealogy is called Jade Butterfly.

The Zongrenfu kept the original copy, while each clan family kept a copy. Every three months when a new member was brought in, the jade butterfly would be replaced. No handwriting other than that of the Zongren order would be allowed to appear on the jade butterfly. Any unauthorized tampering with the jade butterfly would be considered conspiracy.

Therefore, this thing can never be fake.

Although Xiao Yan's previous life was not satisfactory, she had been a member of the royal family for many years after all, and understood these rules better than anyone else.

So when he saw the words "original wife Jiang" written next to Yan Zhuo's name on the jade butterfly, he was stunned, not to mention seeing his own name under his mother's name.

——The eldest son born to the first wife: Yan Ji.

With deep shock in his eyes, the little guy's cute face suddenly raised up.

Yan Zhuo's heart was touched, and he secretly cursed himself for being blind in his previous life to let them down.

He could not help but lift the child high up and laughed loudly, "…God has been kind to me. I will never let the child and his mother down in this life. If you break this oath, I will never be a humane person again from the day I break it."

The reborn Xiao Yanji knew very well what being inhumane meant to a man.

Hearing this, he was extremely shocked. He didn't expect his scumbag father would swear such a vicious oath.

The hatred that had always been firm was shaken a little bit. [Scumbag dad... is it true that nothing has possessed him? ]

[How scary! ]

[He even dared to swear such an inhumane oath. It seems that I should give him a chance, um, just as small as a fingernail? ]

[꿯 I can't do it. No matter how inhumane it is, it's him, not me. 】

Yan Zhuo, "..."

I couldn't help but put the child down and pinch his face.

A son is like his mother. I admire him so much!

The scene where 꿵子 untied her emotional knot was obviously quite touching, and it made him just want to laugh when he complained about it.

Yan Zhuo could also tell from his son that when the woman had a complicated expression and didn't say anything, she must have been thinking about all these messy things, right?

After coming out of the ancestral hall, Yan Zhuo took his son to Chunhuiyuan at a leisurely pace.

"My dear, don't you like the little wooden sword? Daddy has a surprise for you."

After a stick of incense, Xiao Yanjie was indeed "surprised"!

Surprisingly... a whole box of small wooden swords!

Long, short, wide, narrow, all kinds of swords, all exquisitely carved, and his name was engraved on each sword.

Xiao Yan watched, and the tears that she had been trying to hold back finally couldn't be held back and fell.

The truth is, he had never enjoyed such treatment in his life, and only Jiang Yilin's children were worthy of it.

But even if he was nice to Jiang Yilin's child, he only did that once or twice in his life.

Jiang Yilin even boasted to him, "Brother, this is the birthday gift that King 꿵 gave to your younger brother. It's a small wooden sword made by King 꿵 himself. Brother, don't you think it's beautiful?"

When he heard this, he deliberately bared his teeth and twisted his nose, with disdain in his eyes.

"A sword like this is just for show and not powerful at all. It's just a toy!"

Jiang Yilin said, "Yes, my dear is too old to have such toys. So I'll have someone find you a real sword. As for this little wooden sword, Chunyang, pick out a few pearls and gems from the box that the prince gave me, and have a craftsman carefully inlay them on it for our dear to play with. Oh, and when we find our dear's sword, we'll also inlay it with pearls and gems. Inlay more of them, and make sure it's beautiful and eye-catching, so that our dear can carry it out to save face, understand?"

Even so, he always thought that Jiang Yilin was nice to him.

She treats him no differently than her own son, and is even more willing to spend money on him.

Little did they know that love or not, in the royal family, was not measured by money at all...