Yan Zhuo's body froze, and his thick eyebrows furrowed, "How did you know that I was here?"

That doesn’t make sense. Yan Zhuo is still quite confident in his skills!

Jiang Ying stopped patting the child's back. The monkey had fallen into a deep sleep, its fair little face as tender as a freshly peeled egg.

His lips were painted with alluring powder, his eyelashes were curled, his expression was peaceful, and he curled up beside her like a soft glutinous rice ball.

A small hand, fat with distinct grooves, was placed on his granary intentionally or unintentionally, but Jiang Ying glanced at it and waved it away.

Sensing the movement, the monkey sucked its lips, as if it was still enjoying the delicious food before going to bed.

"Mmmmm..." Jiang Ying kissed the child from a distance. After being together for a while, the child was still very cute.

Especially, every part of my body feels like marshmallow, soft and fluffy, with a milky scent. It feels warm and comfortable to hug me, as if I have no bones at all.

After getting out of bed, she considerately closed the gauze curtains to protect the monkey from being attacked by mosquitoes.

Walking to the table outside, Jiang Ying pretended that Lord Dog didn't exist. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in two gulps.

Yan Zhuo glanced at her and said, "A cow chewing a peony."

"No one invited you to watch the cow chewing the peony." Jiang Ying certainly did not show weakness.

If he hadn't come uninvited, she would have fallen asleep with her child by now.

I don't know what suddenly went wrong.

"You haven't told me how you found me." Yan Zhuo sat down and took out a small dagger from somewhere, which was about the length of a palm and the size of a fruit knife. He didn't even look at Jiang Ying and played with the wick casually.

The knife was actually made of shiny gold, and it was quite dazzling under the light!

Jiang Ying's eyes were unconsciously attracted, "Everyone has their own strengths. You martial artists have sharp hearing. As for me, since I'm a doctor, my nose is not bad."

Yan Zhuo doesn't like sweet scents, so he uses bamboo leaf ash to scent his clothes. The faint scent of bamboo leaves, when you close your eyes and take a sniff, makes you feel as if you are in a bamboo forest.

To be honest, Jiang Ying quite likes her, but... she definitely won't tell him!

Yan Zhuo understood the confusion and his frown relaxed.

Jiang Ying sat opposite him. "I have already answered your question. What's the matter with you?"

I wondered, doesn't he hate himself very much?

After giving birth to the child, she has repeatedly stated that she does not want to get involved with him, but this man has taken the initiative five times. Is he a masochist?

“Of course I’m here to see the child, okay?” Yan Zhuo turned his eyes away uncomfortably, pretending to look inside the gauze tent.

The smoky pink lady's room, from his angle he could see almost the entire interior furnishings.

Hazy, there was a small ball sleeping on the bed, like a small animal, with its chest rising and falling, long and regular.

It means the child is sleeping soundly.

Yan Zhuo felt a little jealous, but also a little uncomfortable.

Because he had never slept so soundly since he was a child, whether in the bedroom of the palace or temporarily away, it was difficult for him to fall asleep.

Why can a son just say it?

Is it because I have my mother by my side that it feels extra different?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo retracted his gaze and fell on Jiang Ying's face. The woman had a delicate face, skin as white as lecithin, a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows. To be honest, she was particularly beautiful and lively.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to keep her in the first place.

That's my personality...

"Then, Your Majesty, are you satisfied now? If you are, I won't see you off. I'm tired after a day's work and I want to take a shower and go to bed." Jiang Ying didn't care what he was thinking with his eyes narrowed, and just drove him away.

Yan Zhuo, "..."

The hand that was playing with the dagger froze in mid-air.

In fact, he was waiting for Jiang Ying to speak and ask for the dagger in his hand.

After all, it is made of gold.

Whether it was the vanity of love before giving birth or the clarity and brightness after giving birth, this woman could not hide one thing.

——She loves money.

Therefore, Yan Zhuo had predicted that even if he sat here and said nothing, Jiang Ying would definitely be attracted by the golden dagger he deliberately took.

In fact, Jiang Ying was indeed attracted, and had already admired Xu with warm eyes just now, but Jiang Ying also understood the principle of no reward without merit.

The money belongs to others. Unless she earns it openly, she will not have any greedy thoughts about it.

She even walked towards the window and made a gesture to close it, "Your Highness came in through the window, are you planning to leave through the door later?"

Once again reminding the Dog King that it’s time to leave!

Yan Zhuo's face darkened, but the candlelight was dim and it was not very visible.

He stood up suddenly and turned to go back into the house. "Since we are going to see the child, we have to see him for real."

Jiang Ying: "..."

Dog stuff!

Fortunately, she is very kind to the child now. She is not the black mother in her original form. The monkey is raised by her to be plump and white like tofu. Who would not praise her for raising him well?

Are you afraid that the Dog King will suddenly come for an inspection?

Slowly opening the gauze curtain, Yan Zhuo was ready to observe his son's sleeping posture. A miniature version of himself sleeping soundly with his mouth curled up had already appeared in his mind. But when he looked down, what he saw was a baby with his head facing outward, legs facing inward, and a pair of eyes bigger than walnuts.

When she saw him, Xiao Yan's eyes turned slightly, and she didn't seem to be surprised.

I don’t even know if it was Yan Zhuo’s illusion, but I felt that the little guy actually curled his lips in disdain?

That was certainly not an illusion, because Jiang Ying had already heard his son's voice of disgust.

[Another scumbag dad! ]

[You are awake in the middle of the night. Tell me, do you want to cause trouble to my mother? ]

[Mother, don't pay attention to him. He has had a hobby of climbing the wall in the middle of the night since his last life. When he gets bored, he will leave on his own.]

Jiang Ying, "???"

What's going on?

Prince Yan, the object of admiration for countless women in Beijing, loves to climb walls? What walls?

It can't be the kind of wall that comes from a red apricot tree, right?

Yan Zhuo inexplicably felt that the gaze of the woman behind him was a little unusual. He turned around abruptly and happened to meet Jiang Ying's gossipy eyes. His brows frowned again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's that look in your eyes? Are you mocking me?"

Jiang Ying shook his head and lowered his eyes, "No, no, it's getting late, Your Majesty, you should hurry back to the palace and rest."

She is not her original self, but she insists on clinging to Yan Zhuo.

On the contrary, if there were no little talk between the two of them, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to talk to each other.

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo was surprised and said, "Jiang 꿻, you seem to be particularly displeased with me?"

"No." Jiang Ying refused to leave.

"Humph." How could Yan Zhuo not understand? But except that she was not so obedient now, everything else was much better.

Especially raising children well.

Therefore, Yan Zhuo couldn't find any reason to curse anyone.

He was too lazy to argue with Jiang Ying, so he sat down naturally on the edge of the bed and reached out to try to pick up the child.

Xiaoyan resisted, [No no no, scumbag dad, don’t hug me! ]

[You useless hand, I will hug you and throw you down later! ]

[Oh my, he...how did he pick me up so easily? Is his hand healed?]

Noticing Xiao Yanzhu's refusal, Yanzhuo softened his tone for once and lowered his head to stare at the child.

"Dad...Dad, it's me."

【Hello, son.】

"Cough, cough, cough..." Jiang Ying was choked by his own saliva and felt a guilty sense of being able to see through the secret.

I couldn't help but glare at the little guy.