Several months later.
Under the bright sunshine and gentle breeze, the magnificent Sumeru Palace shines like a dazzling pearl on the vast and boundless continent of Sumeru.
At this moment, in an exquisite courtyard within the palace.
A beautifully sculpted little girl was tugging at a young man's sleeve, asking in a childish voice, "Second Uncle, my brother and I are both a year and a half old, why haven't Mommy and Daddy come back yet?"
Mo Zhiyuan had two cute little buns in her hair and wore a bright red dress, looking as charming and lovely as a blooming flower.
Yun Ziyu, whose sleeve was being tugged, looked helpless and said with a wry smile, "My dear little aunt, you've asked that question eleven times today. This is the twelfth and last time your second uncle will answer you. Your father and mother have encountered some tricky things that they need to deal with. They won't be back until they've resolved those troubles."
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhiyuan's expectant face instantly fell.
She pouted, tears welling up in her eyes, and murmured in a tearful voice, "But if Mother doesn't come back soon, I'll hardly remember what she looks like anymore."
"I was thinking about my mother coming back and feeding me herself. Now I can eat by myself... Waaah, I miss my mother so much!" As she spoke, large tears rolled down her cheeks.
Seeing this, Yun Ziyu quickly squatted down and gently wiped away the tears on Mo Zhiyuan's face.
Yun Ziyu pleaded, "Alright, alright, don't cry. Otherwise, your maternal grandfather will think I'm bullying you and beat me up again. Our Zhiyuan is so cute and kind, she definitely doesn't want her second uncle to get beaten up by her maternal grandfather, right?"
Mo Zhiyuan was a little confused, then belatedly nodded, "But Second Uncle, I really miss Mother so much. Can you take me to find Mother?"
Yun Ziyu was slightly taken aback, "Go find Mother?"
“That’s right! Since Mother can’t come back, then let’s go find Mother!” Mo Zhiyuan said excitedly and expectantly, her hands clenching tightly involuntarily, her voice rising slightly with excitement.
Her bright, sparkling eyes seemed to already see the joyful scene of her soon-to-be-seeing her mother.
“Oh dear, why didn’t I think of this method sooner? The book calls it…” Mo Zhiyuan frowned, trying hard to recall the word, but couldn’t remember it for a moment.
Just then, a childish but clear and melodious voice suddenly broke in: "If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain."
Mo Zhiyuan turned around in surprise and saw Mo Junye dressed in a magnificent bright yellow prince's robes, walking towards her.
"Brother, brother, hehe, you're the one who reads the most, I forgot again." Mo Zhiyuan ran happily to Mo Junye's side, tugged at his sleeve and said coquettishly.
She looked up at her brother, her eyes filled with admiration.
Mo Junye shook his head helplessly, gently tapped Mo Zhiyuan's forehead with his finger, and said irritably, "When I ask you to study with me in the morning, you always have some kind of pain or discomfort, making all sorts of excuses to avoid it. But if I ask you to practice horse stance in the yard, you can do it steadily and without moving an inch. Little sister, you are a girl, you should learn more about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs."
In the end, Mo Junye couldn't help but sigh deeply, wondering to himself how his delicate and sweet younger sister had developed such a mischievous and active personality.
Mo Zhiyuan chuckled, "Hehe, brother, I just like martial arts, don't you think it's cool to be alone with a sword?"
"Handsome? You're a girl, what do you need to be handsome for?" Mo Junye looked like she'd been struck by lightning.
“Who says girls can’t be cool? I think my mother is cool because she’s both scholarly and martial. When I grow up, I want to be just like my mother and be a cool woman.” Mo Zhiyuan snorted and gestured longingly as she imagined what she would look like when she grew up.
Mo Zhiyuan tilted her head and glanced at Yun Ziyu, then tugged at Mo Junye's sleeve and asked, "Brother, what do you think about me going to the mountain? How about we go find Mother? It's all my fault for not thinking of going to find Mother sooner."
Mo Junye shook his head. "No, we can't go to Mother and Father."
"Why, brother? I miss Mother. Don't you miss Mother?" Mo Zhiyuan asked, puzzled.
"Of course I miss my mother and father very much, but we can't leave the Sumeru Continent, it's too dangerous," Mo Junye said.
Once he and his sister stepped out of the palace, they would become easy targets. People from other continents would definitely want to capture them and exchange them for benefits with their father and mother.
"Let's bring the Divine Guards, bring more people to protect us, brother, okay?" Mo Zhiyuan said pitifully, not giving up.
Seeing Mo Junye's troubled expression, Yun Ziyu suddenly had a bright idea and tried to divert her attention.
So he pretended to be curious and asked, "Little Zhiyuan, you just said you're about to forget what your mother looks like. Do you still remember what your father looks like?"
Mo Zhiyuan sniffed, raised her head, tilted her pink face up, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "Actually...actually, I don't remember what Father looks like anymore."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again to fiddle with the hem of her clothes.
Yun Ziyu felt a sense of schadenfreude.
Hahaha.
Who would have thought that a dignified monarch would have a leaky little cotton-padded jacket?
However, he seemed to be defending Mo Beichen, saying, "Ah, Xiao Zhiyuan, think about it again. Do you really not remember what your father looks like? If your father knew, he would be heartbroken."
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhiyuan frowned slightly, her attention indeed diverted.
However, "But I still can't remember what Father looks like. Brother, how tall is Father? Is he this tall? Is he as tall as Second Uncle?" Mo Zhiyuan said, gesturing as she spoke.
Yun Ziyu: Well, she really is a leaky little cotton-padded jacket.
Mo Junye glared at Mo Zhiyuan, "What are you gesturing for? Father isn't that short. In the letters Father and Mother sent back, they said that we should listen to our uncles and maternal grandparents and not be willful."
Mo Zhiyuan sighed, lowered her head, and said reluctantly, "Sigh, when will I be able to see my father and mother again?"
Yun Ziyu couldn't bear to see the little princess looking so dejected and listless, so she stepped forward, squatted down next to her, and said, "Zhiyuan, I heard that Grandma is sick. Shall we go and go see Grandma together?"
Mo Zhiyuan was immediately shocked. "What? Grandmother is sick? Uncle, let's go see Grandmother quickly. No wonder she hasn't come to see me these past few days."
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