Chapter 315: Extra 8: Raising a Cub (Part 4)
The child beamed with joy, as if she really enjoyed being asked this question.
She said: "Aying and Huai, Huai..."
She thought for a long time, but couldn't remember how to pronounce her biological father's courtesy name, so she mumbled, "He Huaiwu."
"Who?" Fu Cheng was stunned.
"Your Majesty and Prince Danshuo." It was Wangyue who added this sentence.
The child also nodded: "Hmm, hmm."
Fu Cheng finally recognized Wangyue. On the day Jiang Shenyuan came to kill him, she followed the new emperor.
Fu Cheng felt an instant of absurdity, and his voice seemed strained when he spoke again: "She is...Fu Yi's daughter?"
Is this guy's ears broken too? Wangyue replied impatiently: "Yeah."
"I'm Wanwan." Yuanyuan still couldn't pronounce her name clearly. "Who are you?"
Fu Cheng opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
Yuanyuan finally felt that he was really boring, so she squatted back and continued playing in the mud.
Wangyue squatted down with him: "We have His Majesty and the Prince, what else is there to pinch?"
Yuanyuan pointed at herself: "Me."
What a nice family of three.
Fu Cheng was deeply burned by this light word.
He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and looked at the young crown prince again.
"Your father has always been a clean person. How could he tolerate a daughter who is not like himself?"
Yuanyuan didn’t understand and continued to play his own game.
Fu Cheng, however, seemed greatly offended and refused to give up, sarcastically saying, "Can someone like Fu Yi really be a good father?"
Now Yuanyuan understood.
She slammed the mud onto Fu Cheng: "Hello, Daddy!"
This was in stark contrast to the pat on the back of the hand and the candy just now.
Fu Cheng's voice fell silent, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.
Yuanyuan still felt unhappy.
Two more lumps of mud were thrown at him with a "pat, pat" sound.
She curled her lips and said, "You are not good, your hand was taken away by the dog."
It turned out that she could also see that he was missing a hand, but she didn't say it before because she was taught by her teacher to be a polite and good crown prince.
Now, even though she is young, she knows that when scolding someone, you should hit them where it hurts.
This is not enough.
She threatened Fu Cheng fiercely: "If you continue to be bad, I will bite your eyes out!"
Fu Cheng seemed to be frozen there, with painful coldness coming out from the joints between his bones.
He didn't know whether Fu Yi was a good father.
But Fu Yi's daughter loved him very much, and he now knew it.
After Yuanyuan finished making three clay dolls, she was finally carried by Wangyue to Princess Kang.
Fu Cheng followed closely behind, without entering the door or speaking.
At this moment, Princess Kang could only see one wish in her eyes.
People are really strange. When Princess Kang saw Fu Yi, she felt more fear and embarrassment than the blood ties.
But in front of Yuanyuan, whom she had never seen before, she shed tears uncontrollably and looked at her excitedly and tenderly.
"I... I am a grandmother." Princess Kang choked.
She couldn't help but think, if those things hadn't happened in the beginning... wouldn't the Kang Palace be a happy place where everyone is gathered together, enjoying their grandchildren and sharing the joy of family life?
"Grandfather has no wife."
Every moment I am confused and puzzled.
Princess Kang was stunned for a moment before she realized, "Her grandfather... His Royal Highness Prince Liang?"
Cheng Nianying nodded.
Princess Kang's blood ran cold.
Of course, of course, with Prince Liang already here, why would the young crown prince need to acknowledge the relationship with Prince Kang?
She couldn't help but look at Fu Yi. He had clearly been very particular about every little thing since he was young, so why did he turn a blind eye to this matter? Oh, that's right. The young prince recognized his father, not that he didn't.
That's enough.
Princess Kang was about to stand up excitedly, but was suddenly stopped and she slowly sat back down.
"You, you should have two grandfathers. I am your father's mother." Princess Kang squeezed out the voice with difficulty.
Yuanyuan suddenly realized: "I thought my father didn't have a mother."
Princess Kang: "..."
Yuanyuan searched her pocket again and took out some candy and gave it to her as if she knew the place well: "Don't cry."
Princess Kang clutched the candy tightly, her eyes reddening even more as she murmured, "Wanwan? Wanwan, right? Grandmother really loves you."
Cheng Nianying corrected him gently, "It's called Yuanyuan."
Princess Kang: "..."
"Isn't it time to meet this grandfather?" Princess Kang turned her head and looked at Fu Yi with a pleading look in her eyes.
Fu Yi didn't say anything.
It was Cheng Nianying who answered, and she said, "Okay."
Princess Kang finally had a smile on her face.
She took them to King Kang's spirit tablet.
Fu Yi bent down and picked up Yuanyuan, and said calmly to the spirit tablet: "This is my daughter."
Cheng Nianying suddenly asked, "Do you love your father?"
Yuanyuan quickly nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Love! Love!"
She said loudly: "I love my mother and father the most!"
Having said that, she turned her head back fiercely and glared at Fu Cheng who was standing far away outside.
No one can say anything bad about them!
Yuanyuan is angry!
Smash them to death!
Princess Kang, who was walking behind, suddenly trembled in her steps and understood something in an instant.
Why wasn't the little crown prince brought back to Prince Kang's palace a few months after she was born?
Because she couldn't speak at that time.
Now that he is back, is it because the rift between Fu Yi and Prince Kang's Mansion has been resolved?
no.
He wanted them to hear with their own ears that Fu Yi's daughter loved him and that he had another blood relative.
Even King Kang, who had been dead for a long time, wanted him to hear it.
Yuanyuan lowered her head, took out another piece of candy, and placed it in front of the memorial tablet.
"Here you go, eat now."
Fu Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, let's go home."
"Feijia, Feijia!"
Yuanyuan happily nuzzled into her father's neck.
This is not her home.
She treated them with more courtesy than blood ties.
Cheng Nianying took them away like this.
She glanced at Fu Cheng as she left.
Just one glance, but it was like a silent question - don't you call yourself a gentleman? Why haven't you buried your wife alive?
"Wanwan made a doll, which includes mother, father and Wanwan, and they are a family..." Yuanyuan's childish voice gradually faded away.
are one family.
It's a...
Princess Kang lowered her head and didn't even have the strength to sob.
"Take my warehouse key and go get something for the young prince."
"What does she like?" Princess Kang murmured. She had no idea. "Gold, jade, silk, picture albums..."
The servant took the order and quickly chased after him with the gifts.
Cheng Nianying glanced over and frowned.
She loves Yuanyuan but not Fu Yi?
Fu Yi seemed to see what she was thinking and said calmly, "If my father were still alive, my eldest brother hadn't lost his arm, the Crown Prince's Consort was still alive, and had even given birth to grandchildren for the palace...why would they even look at Yuanyuan?"
At this time, Yuanyuan had already been carried by Wangyue to the carriage, so there was no need to worry about being heard by her.
"It's just that because she lost everything, Yuanyuan became the only one who could fulfill her fantasy of a happy family."
Cheng Nianying raised her hand and touched his neck.
Fu Yi curled his lips and smiled: "Aying, are you trying to comfort me?"
"Um."
Fu Yi grabbed her hand and suddenly became unserious: "Then Your Majesty, please stay until later."
The second day.
Fu Cheng committed suicide.
This man who lost his arm, never went out again, and survived until now, I wonder if it was because he saw the harmonious and happy appearance of Fu Yi's family of three...
This finally reminded him of his wife's tragic death.
The Crown Prince's wife was once pregnant, but unfortunately she was unable to keep the child.
When people are in high spirits and have everything ready, they often don't realize how precious what they have is.
It is not until you lose something and then see other people's happiness that you feel doubly hurt.
In short, he was dead after all.
A pot of poisoned wine is a way to send oneself to death.
When Princess Kang stood up and heard the servant come to report, she felt as if the last bone in her spine had been pulled out.
She slumped on the ground, not even daring to look at her eldest son.
"How could this be?"
"How could this be?"
He didn’t die in the first year after losing his arm, and he didn’t die in the second year... Why couldn’t he survive today?
Princess Kang covered her face and broke down crying.
When Fu Yi arrived, a servant was standing beside Princess Kang, hesitating and saying, "Perhaps those plain curtains and white lanterns should have been taken down long ago."
After staying there for a long time, I finally waited for the second funeral.
Princess Kang looked stunned.
At that time, Fu Cheng refused to let him take it.
She acquiesced.
She was thinking about the tragic scene at the commemorative mansion that day, and also about... asking Fu Yi to take a look at her when he came back.
She had no other intentions, she just thought that maybe it would make him less resentful of the palace... that was all...
"Did they kill my son? Did they?"
Princess Kang, who used to be a bit spoiled, became the person who stayed the longest in Prince Kang's mansion.
She sent away her husband and her eldest son.
She is still alive.
After recovering from the immense grief, she began to think about what to do in the future.
Without the prince and the heir to the throne, although the title of Prince Kang's Mansion has not been revoked, it is about to cease to exist.
Fu Yi gave her an idea: "You can adopt a nephew to inherit the palace."
Princess Kang couldn't help but look at him with a hint of hope in her eyes: "You..."
"I was not a prince from the beginning."
Princess Kang's eyes dimmed, as if he was still brooding over what happened that year.
"I have my own Prince's Mansion."
Yes, he is the emperor’s husband, so why would he worry about his title in the future?
Princess Kang lowered her head in embarrassment: "But my nephew...how can I be at ease..."
"Fu Ruiming...you should know his character."
Princess Kang raised her head, having no reason to refuse.
Fu Ruiming is a staunch supporter of Fu Yi. This is better, so that the Kang Palace can continue to stand firm. She will continue to be the Kang Princess, and continue to live, live...
Then, during the long wait, she waited for her granddaughter, who might come to see her again one day...
It would be fine if Yuanyuan was a little bastard, but she is so soft and cute.
The three candies she gave out hung forever over Prince Kang's mansion.
Princess Kang couldn't get what she wanted, and she was tormented and could never forget it!
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Later, Yuanyuan grew up a little bit.
When she followed her mother to court again, she could already understand who her mother was punishing and who she was praising.
After seeing this so many times, the young crown prince can tell who is kneeling on the ground crying and repenting sincerely, and who is pretending.
But when praised, most people are sincere.
She then realized that everyone loves to be praised.
Praising in front of others will double the effect.
When you curse in front of others, the offensive power is doubled.
In this way, a little kid has learned the basic means of controlling people's hearts.
If someone was being pretentious, she would walk over with a heroic stride, pull their beard and yell, "You bastard!"
"Big asshole!"
While cursing, he pulled out his beard and threw it on the ground.
My mother is mad at me! My mother is mad at me!
Deserves to be bitten by a dog!
She was cursing along in her heart.
If someone was crying sincerely, she would walk over, take a look curiously, and then wipe the tears from their face.
"Crown Prince?" The man looked up flattered, but seeing such a delicate face, his desire to kill himself by banging his head against the wall faded.
Yin Huiyi laughed secretly at what he saw: "What a coincidence! One of them plays the red face and the other plays the white face. Why should they worry about winning over the ministers' hearts?"
The other ministers also privately sighed at how powerful and likable this young crown prince was.
He has inherited all the advantages of His Majesty and Prince Danshuo.
This powerful young prince returned to the palace, and when night fell, his mother took him under her arm and took him to the Danshuo County Prince's Mansion.
Fu Yi had been learning cooking for so long, but still hadn't made any progress. Fortunately, making baby food gave him some room to develop his skills.
Yuanyuan doesn't dislike her father's cooking. She accepts everything, no matter whether it tastes salty or fragrant.
After their bellies were full, Wu Xun, Fu Ruiming, and the killers... started their work.
They played with Yuanyuan.
Dad plays with Mom.
Yuanyuan is not picky at all.
When the moon was high in the sky, she took a fragrant bath, yawned, climbed onto the bed by herself, and used her head to lift up a corner of the quilt.
Like a caterpillar, it arched its way between its father and mother.
My legs should be placed on my father's body, and I should hold my mother's arms by myself.
She fell asleep and was then carried out by Nanny Shi again.
No matter, she won't wake up.
She was just thinking vaguely... Today, Yuanyuan loved her father and mother very much.
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