Chapter 474 The Kind of Personal Servants
Jiaojiao's eyes flickered slightly, and she said stubbornly, "No one."
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, and she even started to shed tears.
While crying, she wiped her tears and said, "Daddy is bad, he is so mean to Jiaojiao."
She stole a glance at Mo Jinchuan's face, and seeing that he had no reaction, she felt even more aggrieved.
The little mouth pursed and the small pearl turned into a big pearl.
The little girl sobbed and mumbled, "Daddy is bad. I don't want daddy. I want mommy."
She shouted seriously, as if such a person really existed.
Seeing that Mo Jinchuan still ignored him, Jiaojiao slid down from his legs angrily, wiping her tears while saying, "Jiaojiao is going to find her aunt and ask her to be Jiaojiao's mother."
As I reached the door, I ran into a wall of flesh.
Jiaojiao covered her nose and sobbed, "Uncle An Yi, can you take Jiaojiao to find Auntie?"
An Yi shook his head in embarrassment.
The little girl suddenly felt even more aggrieved. She sniffed and asked, "Is Uncle An Yi also afraid that his butt will catch fire?"
Seeing that An Yi didn't say anything, she moved to the side, trying to walk around him and out.
But when she moved to the left, he also moved to the left.
She moved back and he moved to the right.
The little girl had short legs, and the distance of three steps was not even as long as An Yi's one step, so she couldn't get around at all.
Seeing that it didn't work, she became angry and annoyed, and sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
She cried and complained, "Daddy is bad, uncle is bad too, Jiaojiao wants mommy!"
She kicked her legs and kicked off her shoes, her face flushed red as she said, "Daddy doesn't love Jiaojiao, let Jiaojiao freeze to death."
As soon as the little girl finished speaking, Mo Jinchuan's face suddenly darkened, "Stand up!"
Jiaojiao was so frightened that she didn't dare to cry anymore. She crawled up from the ground sobbing.
Mo Jinchuan looked at the small shoes on the ground with cold eyes.
Without him saying anything, Jiaojiao quickly picked it up and held it in her hand. She looked at An Yi as if asking for help, and said in a tearful voice, "Uncle An Yi~"
An Yi sighed helplessly, walked over, picked up Jiaojiao, and sat her down at the table. He took her shoes and put them on her with familiar movements.
Seeing tears in her eyes, wanting to cry but not daring to, he felt both distressed and angry.
Knowing what he wanted to say, Jiaojiao whispered, "Big brother said that Daddy's temper has improved."
He nodded his chin in agreement.
The master's temper has indeed been better recently than before, and he smiles more often than before.
But no matter how good-tempered one is, one cannot tolerate someone instigating behind the scenes and teaching the young lady to threaten the master with her own health.
If he were in her place, he would definitely not tolerate such a thing.
An Yi lowered his voice and said, "If Miss Jiaojiao doesn't tell me, I will go and check it out."
The little girl hurriedly shook her head and tugged at his sleeve eagerly.
An Yi shook his head, indicating that he could do nothing to help.
If the master really gets angry, even he will be skinned alive.
Jiaojiao stole a glance at Mo Jinchuan, then quickly shrank back, grabbing An Yi's clothes and whispering, "I'm scared."
"Afraid?" Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes, a hint of coldness in his eyes, "I thought you didn't know how to write the word 'afraid'."
Hearing this, Jiaojiao hurriedly hid herself in An Yi's arms.
Those bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, blinking and making people's hearts soften.
An Yi: "Master..."
Mo Jinchuan said coldly: "Let her speak for herself."
Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks, but she was stubborn and refused to speak.
She is not a stubborn person, unless she is doing this to protect someone.
Mo Jinchuan looked towards the door and ordered in a cold voice, "Go and bring Aunt Qiu from the young lady's courtyard."
Jiaojiao's expression changed immediately, she slipped out of An Yi's arms and ran to him.
Her face turned pale as she said, "Daddy, don't hit Mammy!"
The little girl hesitated for a while, clenched her fists and said, "It's the Imperial Aunt."
As she spoke, she emphasized, "Daddy, it's not Aunt Qiu, she didn't say that."
Mo Jinchuan nodded, glanced at An Yi, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Little girls should cry less. Crying too much will make you ugly."
Jiaojiao sniffed and snorted softly, "Daddy is lying. Aunt Qiu said that Jiaojiao is the most beautiful."
As she spoke, she took Mo Jinchuan's arm and said coquettishly, "Daddy, Jiaojiao wants to go to Ma'am's house to play."
After saying that, she was afraid that he would be angry, so she made up for it by saying, "Jiaojiao won't go. Jiaojiao will stay at home with Daddy."
Listening to the heartwarming words from his little girl, Mo Jinchuan didn't feel relieved at all.
He was too careless, thinking only that the people in the mansion were old people who had followed him for many years, but he forgot that people's hearts are fickle.
Children of this age are simple-minded and do not know how to guard against others, so they can be easily taken advantage of.
Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Jiaojiao looked at Mo Jinchuan nervously and asked, "Is Daddy angry?"
Mo Jinchuan said frankly: "Yes."
Without waiting for the little girl to get anxious, he continued, "But Daddy isn't angry with Jiaojiao. He's angry with himself for being too negligent and not being able to take good care of you."
"Ah?" Jiaojiao looked a little confused.
Suddenly, she thought of something and said seriously with a stern face, "Daddy is not right.
Auntie said that Daddy raised us very well."
She held Mo Jinchuan's hand and said angrily, "Daddy, don't say that again. Jiaojiao is unhappy."
"Okay, Daddy won't tell."
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"It was my fault for not noticing. Please forgive me, Master."
An Yi looked at Jiaojiao who was sleeping soundly on the couch and deliberately lowered his voice.
Mo Jinchuan: "Speak to the point."
An Yi seemed to find it difficult to speak, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Madame Qiu was married to Xun Bo as a second wife. She and her previous husband had a second daughter, who is now 28 years old.
Her original intention was to use the young lady's mouth to ask for a job for her daughter in the mansion so that she could serve the master in the future."
Mo Jinchuan frowned, "Serve me?"
An Yi nodded, unable to explain, "The kind that serves as a personal servant."
Mo Jinchuan's face darkened, "Continue."
"Madame Qiu knew her daughter was not very pretty and was afraid that even if she entered the general's mansion to serve, she would not be able to please the master. So after the eldest princess entered the mansion, she asked Aunt Qingque, who was by her side, about the master's preferences.
The princess heard that her daughter was easy to bear and raise, so she agreed to her request. She would mention it to her master after she returned to the capital and let her daughter be a concubine.
An felt a pain in his face the moment he said the word "tongfang".
His master is a chaste man. He has not had a woman around him for so many years. If he really needs one, he will marry a wife and take a concubine in a proper way.
Just for the sake of having children, why do they inexplicably force him to have a concubine? What's going on?
Not everyone is worthy of serving his master.
An Yi continued, "Madame Qiu is really anxious. She hasn't been able to see the prince during the day these past two days, and when she went to look for Aunt Qingque, she avoided her.
In a desperate situation, she set her sights on the young lady."
Mo Jinchuan glanced back at the sleeping Jiaojiao and said in a deep voice, "Tell her to find a reason to leave the house and retire in a few days."
An Yi responded respectfully.
He thought of something and said, "Your Highness, the carriage from the Princess's Mansion did not go back to the mansion, but went east."
Less than half an hour east of Prince Jin's Mansion is the Imperial Palace.
It seems that his aunt was really angry today.
Mo Jinchuan pulled out a letter from his sleeve and instructed, "Spread the news tomorrow morning at the latest."
An Yi opened it and took a look at the contents, then hesitated and said, "Master, will this anger His Majesty?"
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