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

As soon as the door opened, the crying sound was no longer blocked and rang directly in my ears.

"Ooohhhhhhh-"

“Scared, scared Chengcheng to death, wuaaaa——”

This was no longer the room they had lived in before. The slightly small room was crowded with people.

Jiang Yanchuan took a quick glance and saw Lechen and the others standing by the bed, coaxing the little guy in an awkward manner. There were also two secret guards standing outside, looking a little at a loss.

Everyone knew that the little guy was crying because he was afraid of being punished, and there was a hint of heartache in his eyes.

Yu Xingmian was the first to "discover" the whereabouts of Emperor Mingze. When he turned around, the surprise in his eyes was particularly genuine: "It's His Majesty who has come!"

Everyone in the room was then "awakened" and turned around to salute.

Amid the expectant gazes of the crowd, Jiang Yanchuan waved his hand and "let" them all out.

When Jiang Yingcheng saw her handsome father coming back, she wanted to rush over and cuddle with him, but was afraid of getting slapped on the hand, so she had to sit there with a conflicted expression, crying and looking at him with pitiful eyes.

Jiang Yanchuan walked slowly towards the bed, his eyes completely focused on the little guy.

There were traces of burns on the cuffs of the little girl, and the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes were stained bright red. Even if she was pretending to cry to gain sympathy, she must have been really frightened by this sudden situation.

The bed was not high, and Jiang Yanchuan squatted down so that he could look the little guy in the eye.

"scared?"

Jiang Yingcheng, who was shedding tears, opened her small fleshy hands that were covering her eyes and peeked at her handsome father's expression through the gap.

【Huh? 】

[Father is not angry?! ]

Jiang Yingcheng, struck by Jiang Yanchuan's tender offensive, relaxed her guard a little, but was still cautious and did not stop crying.

She sobbed, "Wow, what a big fire, woooo..."

"There's a huge fire on Chengcheng's arm!"

As she said this, she deliberately raised the arm that had been injured, hoping that her handsome father would feel more sorry for her.

Jiang Yanchuan pulled the little guy's arm in front of his eyes, lifted up his sleeves, and examined him carefully.

The arm was white and tender like a lotus root node, with a small round light pink mark on it. When Jiang Yanchuan touched it lightly with his fingertips, the little guy would shake unconsciously.

Jiang Yanchuan's eyes darkened.

After all, I was hurt.

"It's all father's fault," Jiang Yanchuan said in a low voice, "I wasn't able to spend enough time with Chengcheng, which is why Chengcheng got hurt by the fire."

The tone at the end of the words suddenly softened, like a weak sigh, containing strong heartache and self-blame.

Jiang Yingcheng was stunned.

Her handsome father had always been carefree, calm and reserved, and rarely had such a helpless expression.

Her gaze shifted again, and she caught a glimpse of the dark grey in her handsome father's eyes. Jiang Yingcheng suddenly thought that her father had not had a good rest for a long time because of his efforts to attack Bei Ming.

For many days, her handsome father would only come back in a hurry to rest for a while after she fell asleep, and sometimes he would even stay outside all night to make plans.

He was so busy, but he rushed back immediately after hearing the news of her accident...

In an instant, Jiang Yingcheng felt a deep regret in his heart.

“Cheng, Chengcheng is fine!” She quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting her handsome father to worry about her anymore, “Chengcheng doesn’t feel any pain at all!!”

Jiang Yanchuan reached out to wipe the tears from the little guy's face and uttered a low "hmm".

Although he didn't say anything, the strong disbelief in his voice made the little guy hear it clearly.

"What Chengcheng said is true!" Jiang Yingcheng was anxious and wiped his face twice with his sleeve. "Look, father, my tears are gone!"

No new tears will come out!

Jiang Yanchuan observed carefully for a moment, and after making sure that the little guy really wouldn't cry anymore, he lowered his head to look at the little guy's burnt cuffs.

Jiang Yingcheng lowered her head following the gaze of her handsome father and noticed the small burnt mark, feeling very worried.

If she had known her father would be like this, she would have gone to change her clothes before coming back to cry.

"Well... this, this is..." Jiang Yingcheng racked his brains, trying to lightly cover up the incident, "It was just that he was burned by a candle. Uncle Lechen and the others heard the noise and quickly came in to help Chengcheng put out the fire!"

"Candle?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Jiang Yingcheng nodded frantically, "It's the long, red one!"

"Why is Chengcheng lighting a candle?"

Jiang Yingcheng, who just wanted to throw the pot away, blurted out: "To celebrate Chengcheng's wallet's birthday!"

Jiang Yanchuan stopped talking.

Not only did he not speak, the deep self-blame that was on his face just now also disappeared completely. His eyes fell calmly on the little girl's face, and he met her eyes again.

Jiang Yingcheng: "..."

Jiang Yingcheng: "...Uh..."

【What's up, Fat Four? ! 】

[Cheng, Cheng Cheng, why did you just say that?! ]

She had clearly prepared another excuse!!

Facing the meaningful gaze of her handsome father, Jiang Yingcheng's heart began to alarm and she moved to the side twice guiltily.

Jiang Yanchuan watched Jiang Yingcheng move with cold eyes, and only spoke softly when the other party was about to move out of the range he was facing.

"Where?"

Jiang Yingcheng shuddered violently: "Hey, Chengcheng, go see if Zhili brother kicked off the quilt."

"Ah--"

Almost all those guarding this small courtyard are martial arts masters who can hear the little guy's thoughts. Their hearing is different from that of ordinary people. Even if the two people inside spoke in a low voice, they could hear it clearly.

The little guy doesn't get to eat the melon often, so everyone listened very carefully.

Suddenly—

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sharp cry was like a thunder, suddenly ringing in everyone's ears.

"Chengcheng's arm still hurts!!"

"You just said it doesn't hurt."

The crying was silent for a moment.

"Chengcheng was lying just now!"

"You did lie just now."

That night, the sound of slaps on clothes, mixed with the little one's crying, floated in the air above the courtyard for a long time.

……

Guan Zhili was taken by the soldiers to the yard where the little guy was early in the morning.

The soldiers leading the way had strange expressions on their faces all the way. They looked back at him several times, but they were hesitant to speak.

His current status was no different from that of a prisoner. Although he was full of doubts in his heart, he never asked.

This doubt continued until the moment I saw the little guy.

Guan Zhili understood, but then he had a new question: "...What are you doing?"

The little guy obviously cried last night. His eyelids were swollen and thick, and his face looked very angry.

She wiped her face fiercely and said crisply, "It's okay."

"Plan 1 just failed."

Even if Little Hebao can't celebrate her birthday, she will definitely find a way to buy some candy!