"you……"
"Okay, okay, I got it. Go inside and do your thing, don't bother me."
Mo Shisheng was terrified of Nanxiao's chanting, so she waved her hand and told him to leave quickly.
Nan Xiao felt a pang of sadness after being ruthlessly driven away, but she still turned and left.
Upon entering the house, Nan Xiao found Qi Muxiao busy in the small kitchen. As Nan Xiao walked over to look, Qi Muxiao came out carrying a bowl of red date chicken soup.
Upon seeing Nan Xiao, Qi Muxiao smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you have arrived."
"Hmm, you're going to make chicken soup for her?"
Nan Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, holding a spoon and preparing to taste it, but was stopped by Qi Muxiao.
Qi Muxiao shook her head at Nan Xiao, "Your Majesty, this is for Shi Sheng to nourish her body."
"..."
Nan Xiao, who had been stopped, seemed somewhat embarrassed. He touched his nose, withdrew his hand, took off his heavy clothes and put them aside, then sat down at the table. "Is Shi Sheng's health still very poor?"
"Yeah, I always felt that she must have gone through something, otherwise she wouldn't be like this now."
Qi Muxiao nodded, and used a spoon to skim the oil off the surface of the chicken soup. "I just don't know if Situ Xue has noticed."
"Situ Xue once believed that she was Shi Sheng's child."
Nan Xiao's words dispelled Qi Muxiao's concerns, and she poured herself a cup of tea.
"Then why is Your Majesty as certain as I am that she is Shi Sheng?"
In fact, this question had been bothering Qi Muxiao for a long time, but she had never asked it. So she took this opportunity to ask.
"I guess once you've spent time with her, you won't forget her."
When Mo Shisheng was mentioned, Nan Xiao smiled faintly.
Although decades have passed, not much has changed about Nanxiao; at least the initial desolation remains.
"His Majesty is also a man who cherishes the past."
Qi Muxiao smiled, then put the spoon aside, turned and walked towards the door. A moment later, she carried Mo Shisheng in.
The little baby looked unhappy being held in Qi Muxiao's arms. She pursed her lips slightly and didn't let go of him even when Qi Muxiao put her down at the table.
"Okay, Shisheng, don't be angry anymore, okay? I was just worried you'd get cold."
After serving a bowl of chicken soup, Qi Muxiao sat down next to Mo Shisheng. She squeezed Mo Shisheng's small hand with one hand and noticed that it was icy cold. She frowned slightly and said, "Shisheng, your hands are so cold. Be good and drink the chicken soup first, okay?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng turned to look at Qi Muxiao, "Are you two deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Qi Muxiao: "..."
She was genuinely worried that Mo Shisheng would get cold! Why couldn't she get through?
Nan Xiao: "..."
It seems I got caught in the crossfire...
"And that gaudy hen, I was just watching the snow, but they're all going against me."
Mo Shisheng was probably genuinely angry. Although her tone was soft and gentle, her anger was quite evident.
but……
A fancy hen?
Nan Xiao didn't react for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "The hen you're talking about, is it Situ Xue?"
"..."
Mo Shisheng remained silent, her slightly cold peach blossom eyes glancing at him sideways.
Nan Xiao immediately fell silent. He felt that although Mo Shisheng had shrunk, she had become even more difficult to please!
This personality is so cold and indifferent at the slightest disagreement that it's unbearable; it's like it could freeze you to death in a minute.
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