Chapter 445 The King Has No Choice But to Decline
Jiaojiao said, not forgetting to emphasize: "Daddy is stingy, auntie will be angry."
Mo Jinchuan was startled, his smile helpless, "I was in a hurry today, and only moved things from a warehouse in the west.
When the weather gets better in a couple of days, Jiaojiao can help Dad choose a gift herself, okay?"
The little guy's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this, and he nodded quickly.
Song Yanxi felt a headache after hearing this.
They haven't even decided where to put this pile of stuff today, so how come the father and daughter are already discussing what to do next time?
Everyone in the capital is a shrewd person. At this moment, there are countless people secretly watching every move of the Princess's Mansion, just waiting to find out where they are wrong.
His Royal Highness Prince Jin has done such a magnanimous thing, it is not justifiable to just say "repay a favor".
Like a worm living in her stomach, Song Yanxi was about to speak when she heard Mo Jinchuan say, "When I came here, I stopped by the Qiu family. Aunt Qiu was very worried about you, so she asked me to ask if you were free recently. She wanted to invite you to go to the courtyard to listen to an opera together.
Miss Qiu embroidered a fan with flowers and birds, saying it was a birthday gift prepared in advance for the princess.
Speaking of birthdays, Song Yanxi couldn't help but think of the bowl of steaming longevity noodles when the two were trapped in the cellar.
She was so busy escaping and staying in the cellar where she couldn't tell the difference between day and night that she even forgot about it.
But I never thought that he had already kept it in mind.
"Birthday?" Jiaojiao scratched the small tuft on her head, her eyes brightening, "Aunt is going to have a birthday!"
Song Yanxi came back to her senses and explained with a faint smile: "What happened last month is over."
Seeing the little guy's disappointed face, she smiled and asked, "When is Jiaojiao's birthday?"
Jiaojiao quickly looked up at Mo Jinchuan.
"March 6th."
It’s the sixth day of March, and it’s just past the middle of February, so doesn’t that mean there’s only half a month left?
Song Yanxi raised her eyes and met the little girl's eyes full of expectation.
She asked eagerly, "Will Auntie come to Jiaojiao's birthday?"
Before Song Yanxi could speak, the little girl comforted herself: "It's okay, Jiaojiao has daddy, big brother, second brother, third brother, and Aunt Qiu..."
She counted on her fingers, and the sound became quieter.
Her delicate little hands tightly grasped Mo Jinchuan's clothes, and tears seemed to flash in her big eyes, clearly afraid of hearing a rejection.
But time is so tight, she needs to think carefully about what birthday gift to give the little guy.
Seeing her eyes red, like a little rabbit, Song Yanxi's heart softened, and she could no longer bear to refuse.
Hearing her promise, the little girl burst into laughter and raised her hand and said, "Pink!"
Looking at her serious expression, Song Yanxi couldn't help laughing.
This little girl, are you still worried that she will go back on her word?
Mo Jinchuan gently scratched Jiaojiao's nose with his finger and said meaningfully, "Don't worry, your aunt is a person who keeps her promises. She will never go back on her word."
Meeting his pair of seemingly bottomless black eyes, Song Yanxi's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Is the prince deliberately trying to point something at her?
But she couldn't remember when she had promised him anything.
Before she could think about it, Jiaojiao fell down from Mo Jinchuan's arms, ran over, took her hand and said, "Auntie, let's play hide-and-seek!"
Thinking of something, the little girl pouted and said, "Third brother is missing."
The Princess's Mansion is so small, how could it be hard to find it?
unless……
Song Yanxi and Mo Jinchuan looked at each other and looked towards the eaves together.
Just at this moment, a round fruit fell from the eaves and hit Song Yanxi right on the head.
Mo Jinchuan's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted coldly, "Get off this king!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of "Ouch" and the sound of tiles colliding, and a figure actually rolled down from the roof.
Zixu was so frightened that he covered his face with his hands and screamed, "Daddy, help me!"
Mo Jinchuan tapped his feet lightly, flew up and caught him in his arms.
But when he was about to land steadily, he threw the person out.
Zixu fell headfirst into the mud and opened his mouth to call for help, but ended up swallowing a mouthful of flower soil.
It rained last night, and the soil among the flowers was sticky and had a fishy smell.
Zixu opened his mouth to cry, but when he saw Mo Jinchuan's cold face, he quickly held it back and climbed up from the ground using his hands and feet.
Without Mo Jinchuan saying anything, he walked up to Song Yanxi with his hands and feet together, lowered his head and said, "Aunt, I'm sorry."
Song Yanxi was not angry at first, but when she saw that his body and face were covered in mud, she quickly pulled him over to check if he had any injuries.
Zixu scratched his head and said with a chuckle, "Auntie, I have thick skin, it doesn't hurt."
He turned his head to look at Mo Jinchuan and whispered, "My aunt is here today, so my father couldn't bear to do anything ruthless."
Song Yanxi didn't say anything. She took out a handkerchief and silently wiped the dirt off his face. She made sure that there was no red mark on his fair and clean face before she relaxed her brows.
I hope you're not hurt.
Otherwise, when the prince punishes him later, she will have to consider whether to plead for him.
Noticing that Song Yanxi's eyes were not right, Zixu suddenly realized something and quickly covered his butt with his hands and howled, "Aunt, help me!"
The next moment, he felt his collar suddenly tighten and his whole body was lifted up.
Without even turning his head, he instinctively begged for mercy: "Dad, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again!"
Mo Jinchuan ignored him and threw him into An Yi's arms. He said with a dark face, "Take him outside the gate and beat him up."
Upon hearing this, both the person hugging and the person being hugged were stunned.
In the past, when I was beaten, at most I was taken to the yard and beaten. What does this mean today?
Zixu's face turned red with anxiety, and he stiffened his neck and said, "I don't want it!"
He was anxious to jump out of An Yi's arms when he heard Mo Jinchuan say in a deep voice, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll strip you naked and beat you."
Zixu shut up instantly, tears welled up in his eyes, his face flushed red with shame. He clenched his fists and turned to walk out.
Just hit him, he doesn’t believe that Uncle An Yi can beat him to death!
Looking at the stubborn figure who left in anger, Song Yanxi sighed softly, "The Third Young Master's temper is really too stubborn."
However, given His Royal Highness Prince Jin's temper, even if the child surrenders today, he will still be beaten.
He is so young and needs to be taught a lesson for climbing up the roof and tearing off the tiles.
Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes, his tone lacking any emotion, "It was because I neglected to discipline him that I allowed him to behave like this."
Song Yanxi frowned upon hearing this and disagreed, "Your Highness, this is wrong. The Third Young Master is just a bit more lively, but he's not inherently bad. He can't be described as neglecting discipline."
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes dark, "Do you really think so?"
Song Yanxi's eyes were open, "Of course."
"Third Young Master is now at the age where you can play with cats and dogs. It's normal for him to be naughty. When I was eight years old, I was punished by my grandfather to kneel in the ancestral hall for climbing over the wall to leave the house."
"Is this really true?" Mo Jinchuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, but there was no trace of surprise in his eyes.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Song Yanxi actually sensed a bit of doting in it.
She nodded, suppressing the heat rising in her cheeks, and said, "It's getting late. If Your Majesty doesn't mind, you can take the young master and the young lady to have a simple meal before returning home."
Mo Jinchuan slowly bowed to her and said, "My princess, this is such a kind gesture. I have no choice but to decline it."
Meeting his smiling eyes, Song Yanxi's heart trembled slightly. She turned away and ordered, "Zhuzhi, ask the kitchen to prepare lunch."
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