The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

The palace gate had been closed long ago.

Jiang Yingcheng was held in the arms of her uncle Zhong, and she managed to climb back to the palace with her extraordinary martial arts skills.

The soldiers guarding the gate saw the figures of several people from a distance and immediately wanted to turn around and open the door, but before they could even complete the action of turning around, they saw several people leap over their heads and rush straight in.

They then stood back with peace of mind.

Inside the palace gate, Jiang Yingcheng's cursing voice fell to the ground along with her.

"Neither of you will accompany Chengcheng back to the palace. You have no loyalty!"

"When we were having fun, they said they were the best friends in the world, but when we were in trouble, they all ran away!"

"That's too much. Chengcheng will never like uncles again!"

She kept muttering to herself for a long time, but did not receive the expected response.

Jiang Yingcheng looked up in confusion, and met the slightly stiff postures of several people.

"..."

Jiang Yingcheng grinned, her smile uglier than crying: "Come to think of it, Chengcheng hasn't seen father for most of the day, I miss him so much already!"

Then, the topic suddenly changed: "But! Father must have rested at this time, Chengcheng should not disturb him!"

After saying that, she stretched out her hands to her Uncle Zhong, trying to escape by flying into the sky.

[Wuwuwu Uncle Zhong, please hug Chengcheng! Hug Chengcheng quickly!!]

Vegetables, fish! !

A light laugh suddenly sounded from behind.

The voice was the clear and melodious one that Jiang Yingcheng loved so much, and the owner of the voice was also the beautiful father that Jiang Yingcheng loved so much. But this time, such a beautiful and favorite laughter made her shiver.

She couldn't wait any longer for Uncle Zhong to reach out his hand, so she pounced on him and tried to climb up his legs: "Uncle Zhong! Chengcheng is sleepy!"

[Hurry up and send Chengcheng back to sleep, woooooo——]

Zhong Chengwang looked up at the sky without looking away, letting the little guy climb up without making any response.

Suddenly, the weight on my body lightened.

The little girl was picked up from behind by her beloved father, the emperor.

The four of them retreated tactfully. As they walked, they could still hear the little girl trying various tricks to coax her handsome father.

"Oh my god, isn't this the father that Cheng Cheng so much wants to see?!"

"Wow, Chengcheng is so happy!"

"Eh--"

The footsteps of several people gradually moved away, and the sound became smaller and smaller.

……

Jiang Yingcheng was carried all the way back to Xianyang Palace.

Although Jiang Yanchuan was angry, he still called the palace maid to arrange for the little guy to wash.

Since the little guy stayed overnight, he moved his small luggage over bit by bit like an ant moving house. Jiang Yanchuan looked around the bedroom filled with the little guy's scent, and unexpectedly had a strange feeling that it should have been like this long ago.

After a while, Jiang Yingcheng, who had been washed fragrantly by the palace maids, pushed the door and walked in alone.

——As soon as she entered the room, she rushed straight to her own small quilt on the bed: "Ah! Chengcheng is so sleepy!"

She quickly shook off the quilt, then quickly buried herself in it, turning back and forth a few times like a cricket pupa, and successfully wrapped herself up like a quilt roll.

Jiang Yanchuan stood quietly beside the bed, looking down at the quilt in front of him.

The little girl's quilt was emerald green, and now she had rolled it into a long, thin strip, which looked a bit like a fleshy little worm.

Jiang Yanchuan was amused by his own idea and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Jiang Yingcheng," he said, "Come out."

The quilt on the bed moved slightly twice and then returned to calm.

The little guy was still wrapped in it, not even a hair was exposed.

Jiang Yanchuan was afraid that she would really hurt herself, and was also worried about scaring her, so he could only sigh and say, "Father is not angry."

This time, the green quilt moved a little more, and finally a small crack slowly appeared.

Jiang Yingcheng's dark pupils sparkled in the candlelight: "Really?"

Jiang Yanchuan nodded.

Jiang Yingcheng then threw back the quilt, her little hands flickering around her cheeks: "Father, you should have told me earlier. It's so hot, Chengcheng—ouch!"

The ear near the outside was suddenly grabbed by a large hand with distinct knuckles and gently twisted.

"Ow!"

Jiang Yingcheng shrank back suddenly.

Fortunately, Jiang Yanchuan didn't really use any strength, and Jiang Yingcheng only retreated a short distance, which allowed her to avoid the attack range.

Jiang Yingcheng tearfully complained, "Father is a liar!"

Jiang Yanchuan said calmly, "You also said you would come back after shopping."

Jiang Yingcheng was choked by these words. She turned around awkwardly and rushed to the inside of the bed, refusing to listen to her handsome father's "wrong logic".

Guilty, guilty, but stubborn.

Jiang Yanchuan, who was used to doting on the little guy, did not give up easily this time.

He picked up the little girl and placed her in front of him. He tapped her forehead with his finger and said, "Xu Jiu sent someone to the palace in advance today, saying that you must follow Lu Yao to investigate the case in Jiangyang Street."

Jiang Yingcheng's eyes suddenly widened. Before she could condemn her uncle Xu in her heart for betraying their alliance, she heard the beautiful father opposite her suddenly slow down his tone -

"Father was extremely worried at the time."

He almost wanted to go and bring the little guy back to the palace himself, but a minister who happened to be present persuaded him to stop.

——The people of the Danxia Kingdom’s leader had already been replaced by them, and with so many leaders guarding nearby, the little guy should not be threatened at all.

Even so, he still sent out all the secret guards following him.

That group of people were very good at hiding their bodies, so he was not worried about ruining the little guy's plan.

She had never heard such tenderness in the voice before. It made her forget all her thoughts in an instant, and there was only one thing left in her mind: she had scared her father.

The two emotions of "Father cares about me" and "Father is worried about me" kept tug at her heart, making her feel both proud and guilty.

"Then, then Chengcheng..."

She wanted to tell Cheng Cheng not to take risks next time, but then she suddenly remembered that she knew a lot more information than everyone else, and if some things were not resolved in time, they might cause irreversible consequences.

Her father was very good to her, and she also wanted to help her father.

Seeing the little guy's tangled expression, Jiang Yanchuan guessed what he was thinking almost instantly, and sighed deeply: "The number of people coming and going in Beijing is too complicated recently, and spies from various countries are mixed in. Have you ever thought about-"

He lowered his head and looked straight into the little guy's eyes.

"Have you ever thought about where your father would go to find you if someone hid you?"

"If you were hurt by someone, how anxious would Father be?"

Jiang Yanchuan had never said such words before, and he was always not good at expressing himself in this regard. His sentimental words sounded extremely stiff. Fortunately, the little guy seemed to understand it all.

He threw out the bait at the right time: "If Chengcheng can stay in the palace safely before the New Year's Day banquet is over, then after the envoys from various countries leave Beijing, your father will take you on a tour."

The little girl's expression was dazed, she forgot to breathe several times, and she didn't react at all to this final bait, but rushed straight into the arms of her handsome father.

so good.

she thinks.

Her father must be the best father in the world.

none of them.

In a corner where she couldn't see, Jiang Yanchuan held the little guy tightly in his arms and slowly raised the corner of his lips.

Just show weakness and you will be captured easily.