"I'm the older sister, and you're the younger brother!"
"I'm the older brother and you're the younger sister!"
Three-year-old Song Yanchao and Song Yanmu were arguing over their identities. The two little guys pinched their waists and glared at each other fiercely.
Seven-year-old Song Yanqing and Song Shuyue were lying on the futon with their legs crossed, eating melon seeds leisurely, well... watching the show openly!
Song Yanmu pinched her waist, her little face was rosy, and she looked very cute.
"My Queen Mother said that I was born riding on you, so I am the older sister!"
"Humph, no! Father said that our names together are Chao Chao Mu Mu. My name is Yan Chao, and yours is Yan Mu. My name comes before yours, so I am the older brother!"
Song Yanchao was unwilling to be outdone and brought out his father's words.
“I’m your sister!”
“I’m your brother!”
The two little guys pinched their waists, leaned forward, and put their noses against each other, neither of them giving in.
Song Shuyue, who was watching the show on the side, raised his eyebrows and looked at his younger brother and sister in front of him with a playful expression.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you two argue about this every day, is it interesting?"
"Shut up!"
Song Yanchao and Song Yanmu turned their heads at the same time and shouted angrily in unison.
"Don't imitate me!"
The two men snorted coldly, turned their heads again and glared at each other, their noses touching like calves, continuing to argue about who was bigger and who was smaller.
Song Shuyue spread his hands. Although he was young, he had a very bad temper!
He turned his head to look at Song Yanqing beside him: "Royal sister, don't you care?"
Song Yanqing remained calm and threw the melon seeds in his hand into the lacquer box beside him: "I can't control them at all. Do you think they will listen to me? Look, the people who can control them are here."
As soon as Song Yanqing finished speaking, the voice of the palace maid was heard outside the door.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived—"
The next moment, Song Ceyan's figure appeared outside the hall.
He was dressed in a Yunyan brocade robe and a wide black belt around his waist. The light and shadow danced on his body, giving off a faint golden glow.
Although he is only eight years old, the innate kingly aura of Song Ceyan cannot be underestimated. He has cold eyebrows and no extra expressions on his face. He looks 70% similar to Song Wenjing.
Seeing Song Ceyan, Song Yanchao and Song Yanmu immediately stood up obediently.
Song Yanchao lowered his head and clutched the corner of his clothes with an embarrassed look on his face, while Song Yanmu ran towards Song Ceyan with his short legs.
The little dumpling came in front of Song Ceyan, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his chubby little hands, raised his little face and looked at him eagerly.
"Brother Crown Prince."
Song Ceyan lowered his eyes and looked at the little ball in front of him, his heart softening.
He leaned over and held the little girl in his arms, looking at her lovingly.
"Didn't Mubao still clamor for dumplings yesterday? Come on, I'll take you to Kunning Palace to find the Empress Dowager and the Queen Mother."
When he heard the word "dumplings", Song Yanmu's eyes lit up and he instantly forgot what had just happened.
After Song Ceyan carried Song Yanmu out of the palace, Song Yanchao quietly raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Song Ceyan leave.
In the huge imperial palace, Song Yanchao is most afraid of two people, one is his father Song Wenjing, and the other is his brother Song Ceyan.
Song Yanqing and Song Shuyue stepped forward and took Song Yanchao's hand, saying with a smile: "I heard that there are big money dumplings among the dumplings today. Let's go and see who can eat it!"
When he heard about big money dumplings, the awe on Song Yanchao's face disappeared instantly. He broke free from Song Shuyue and Song Yanqing and ran out with a smile.
"Hey, Chaodi, slow down!"
Today is New Year's Day. Song Wenjing did not order the palace servants to hold a palace banquet, but instead gave all officials a day off to let them go back and spend time with their families.
The Empress Dowager is old and likes to reminisce about the past. These days, she often talks about the time when she made dumplings by herself on New Year's Day and Song Wenjing was searching for the big-money dumplings in a pot of dumplings.
Jiang Jingyu simply had the prepared dumpling filling moved to Kunning Palace and started making dumplings with the empress dowager.
Song Wenjing finished his government affairs early today. After coming out of the imperial study, he went directly to Kunning Palace. Just as he arrived at the gate of Kunning Palace, Song Yanmu's voice sounded behind him.
"Father!"
Song Wenjing paused and turned to look over.
Song Ceyan behind him put Song Yanmu down, and Mubao immediately ran towards Song Wenjing.
Looking at the little ball running towards him, Song Wenjing curled his lips, bent down and opened his arms.
"Father, Mubao misses you so much~"
Song Wenjing picked up the little ball, and Song Yanmu hugged Song Wenjing's neck, rubbing her pink little face against his.
Song Wenjing's heart softened, and he grabbed the little girl's face and kissed her twice.
Song Ceyan walked up to Song Wenjing and saluted him like a little adult: "Your Highness, your son greets you."
Song Wenjing freed one hand and touched Song Ceyan's head, looking forward.
“Big money dumplings, big money dumplings!”
Song Yanchao kept muttering these words and ran over breathlessly.
"Chaodi, Chaodi, slow down!"
Song Shuyue followed closely behind and forcibly grabbed Song Yanchao's hand.
"You kid, you run pretty fast!"
Song Shuyue held Song Yanchao with one hand, and supported his leg with the other hand, breathing heavily.
Song Yanqing at the end also caught up. After seeing Song Wenjing, he smiled and waved at him.
"Father, Father, Qing'er is here!"
Song Yanqing grabbed Song Yanchao's other hand and said to the two of them, "Let's go find our father!"
The three little guys held hands and jumped towards Song Wenjing.
Song Wenjing is a real daughter slave. He dotes on the two little princesses extremely and will satisfy their requests no matter what. The two of them like to stick to Song Wenjing.
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