The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lin Jiuqing was amused by his foolish remarks.

"If the entire court heard their emperor utter such incompetent words, they would probably line up and run themselves to death at the gate of my Lanyin Palace."

Mo Xiao chuckled: "Then let's not let them hear it."

Lin Jiuqing rolled her eyes at him, wondering how this person could have such a big difference in personality.

She rolled over and lay down, saying to Mo Xiao, "Don't do anything rash. Let me think about this some more."

Mo Xiao immediately replied, "Alright, alright, I won't do anything until you've thought it through. Don't worry, as long as I don't say anything, Chen Yuan won't be able to leave the capital."

Lin Jiuqing: "..."

No wonder Chen Yuan wanted to leave but didn't go to Mo Xiao to ask for permission, instead coming to me to stall. She sees Mo Xiao for who he is.

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As time passed, the pink dress Lin Jiuqing made for Yang Zheng was finally finished.

She called Yang Zheng over and excitedly held up the pink dress against Yang Zheng's body: "Ah Zheng, look, do you like it?"

Yang Zheng: "..."

Yang Zheng looked at the pink dress, opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Mo Chengqing, who was squatting lazily on the ground, glanced at Yang Zheng expressionlessly and said, "She doesn't like it."

Lin Jiuqing: "Ah?"

"No, no," Yang Zheng quickly waved her hand, glared at Mo Chengqing, and then turned to look at Lin Jiuqing with a smile. "Empress, please don't listen to the Third Prince's nonsense. I don't dislike him."

She held the clothes up to herself and said in a childish voice, "I like it."

Lin Jiuqing looked at Yang Zheng with bright eyes and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her little cheek: "I'm glad you like it."

Daughters are the best; they're so soft and sweet, they melt my heart.

Lin Jiuqing held up the little dress and said happily, "Come on, let Auntie help you change."

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then she leaned against Lin Jiuqing in a very cooperative manner, letting Lin Jiuqing put on the pink dress.

Mo Chengqing, who was squatting to the side, watched this scene and let out another cold snort.

Lin Jiuqing was initially happy, but upon hearing his cold snort, she immediately became unhappy.

He kicked Mo Chengqing: "Hmph, what are you hmphing about? Get out of here, you're so annoying."

Mo Chengqing was kicked by his mother and tumbled over. The wet nurse next to him rushed to help him up, asking, "Is Your Highness alright?"

"Is Your Highness injured?"

Mo Chengqing slowly got up and patted off non-existent dust from his shoulders.

He glanced sideways at the two wet nurses beside him and said expressionlessly, "That's my mother."

Could his own mother hurt him?

The two wet nurses were startled and immediately realized that they had just said the wrong thing.

They lowered their heads and stepped aside, not daring to utter a sound.

Mo Chengqing glanced at them again, then lazily squatted down next to Lin Jiuqing, tilting his head back to watch his mother dress Yang Zheng in a pink dress.

After she finished putting on the dress, Lin Jiuqing took a step back and praised, "You look beautiful. Our Azheng is the most beautiful girl in the world."

Yang Zheng smiled broadly and twirled in front of Lin Jiuqing, holding up her skirt.

Lin Jiuqing immediately clapped her hands and kicked Mo Chengqing, who was standing next to her, saying, "Say it's good."

Mo Chengqing: "..."

To avoid being kicked over by his mother, Mo Chengqing looked up at Yang Zheng and said two words in a completely emotionless voice: "Beautiful."

Lin Jiuqing: "..."

She suspected that her son would grow up to be lonely for the rest of his life.