I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Song Wanqing raised the corner of her eyes slightly, flicked his forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "Want to go to the battlefield? With your thin arms and legs, can you do it?" She did not hide her disgust at all.

"......" After hearing what she said, Cheng Size got so angry that he puffed up his face, lowered his head and ignored her.

This woman teased him again!

Song Wanqing's lips curled up slightly. Oh, the child is angry.

Then just try to coax her reluctantly.

She took out a fine iron dagger and handed it to him, "Look what I brought you?"

Suddenly, a dagger appeared in his sight, the size just fits his hand. Cheng Sizemoche's eyes suddenly widened, a smile appeared on his eyebrows, he turned to look at Song Wanqing, and said in disbelief: "Is it for me?"

"Well, but I have a request." Song Wanqing nodded slightly and said slowly.

"What's the request!" Cheng Size asked anxiously.

After all, she is still a child. Although she pretends to be mature on weekdays, she still finds it difficult to hide her true emotions when facing things she likes.

"Hmm~" Song Wanqing stretched out the last line of her voice. Seeing that he could no longer hold back, she said, "Call me mother, please?"

Cheng Size's face froze. He pursed his lips and looked at her with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Song Wanqing looked at him leisurely, the dagger turning between her slender fingers, which was very tempting to Cheng Size.

He really needs this dagger!

In just a few seconds, Cheng Size's eyes showed determination, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Mother..."

His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Song Wanqing chuckled. She leaned down, slightly closer to him, and coaxed him, "Louder."

Cheng Size's nose was filled with her fragrance, and his face instantly turned red with shame. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Mom!"

"Hey~ My dear son, this is for you." Song Wanqing smiled, put the dagger into his hand, and touched his head gently.

After all, he was only a six-year-old child, and when she called him "baby", he was so embarrassed that he stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

He lowered his head and secretly glanced at Song Wanqing again. Seeing her looking at him with full eyes, his heart paused again.

He said in a muffled voice: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. You're my son after all." Song Wanqing raised her eyebrows and pushed the watermelon, mango and coconut milk on the table towards him with her slender hand. "Drink it. It will cool you down and quench your thirst."

"I'm rarely free today, if you have any questions, you can ask me."

Cheng Size looked at the dessert in front of him, raised his eyes to look at her sincere eyes, and nodded, "Okay."

After drinking the dessert, Cheng Size felt much more comfortable. The constant heat in his body seemed to be dispersed a lot, and his slightly frowned brows relaxed.

Song Wanqing stayed by his side, occasionally pointing out his doubts when he frowned. Her guidance made Cheng Size suddenly enlightened, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

The years were peaceful and the two of them got along well, and they spent the afternoon like this.

At night, hearing that Erbao was reluctant to take a bath, Song Wanqing went to her room to find out what was going on.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Erbao lying on the bed with his little butt sticking out and his back facing her, fiddling with something.

Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of teasing flashed in them, and she approached her silently, and said faintly from behind her, "The beautiful beauty monster is coming to eat the child who didn't take a bath."

"Ah!" Erbao screamed in fear. She looked behind her in horror, and when she saw that the "monster" was Song Wanqing, she was obviously relieved.

The four-year-old child frowned and said sternly, "Mom, you can't scare children casually!"

Then, she emphasized solemnly: "Especially a cute and well-behaved child like me."

"Oh." Looking at her pink face pretending to be an adult, Song Wanqing smiled and asked her, "Then why don't our cute and well-behaved baby want to take a bath tonight?"

"Shh, I'm hatching eggs." Erbao blinked his big wet eyes, put his little index finger on his lips, and whispered.

"Hahaha." Song Wanqing couldn't help laughing. She glanced behind her and saw two bare eggs. She patted Erbao's little head and said with a smile, "So our little baby was secretly hatching eggs just now?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly and added, "But what does hatching eggs have to do with taking a bath?"

"Guagua said that hens don't take a bath, and only the original flavor can hatch chicks!" Erbao said confidently.

Guagua was her playmate, a little girl from the neighborhood who often wore two braids.

"......" Song Wanqing burst out laughing.

Great, that's a very unique idea.

She said helplessly: "The hen doesn't take a bath because she can't, so the chicks she hatches are smelly. If Yueyue takes a bath, she will become fragrant, and the chicks she hatches will also be fragrant."

Song Wanqing seduced Cheng Yuexi without any guilt.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuexi's clear and pure eyes were filled with shock. She immediately threw herself at Song Wanqing with a bear hug and shouted, "Yueyue, don't hatch stinky chicks. Yueyue, hatch fragrant chicks!"

"Okay, let's take a bath and then hatch the chicks. They will definitely smell good." A cunning light flashed in Song Wanqing's eyes. He touched the back of her head with his slender hand and led her to take a bath.

Cheng Qian'an, who was still standing outside the door, smiled when he saw Song Wanqing coaxing the second baby out.

Only his wife can cure this little guy.

He raised his head and looked at the moon hanging in the dark night, his eyes were gloomy and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

There is still more than half a month before Ji Huaichuan sets out for the expedition. According to reports from his subordinates, the prince will definitely not hesitate to lead the troops himself this time.

If we want to bring turmoil to the royal family, how can we do without the crown prince?

If the prince had gone deep into the enemy's territory, it would be understandable that he would have been seriously injured and disappeared inexplicably.

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The next morning, birds chirped.

As soon as I arrived at the yard, I saw Dr. Zeng leisurely enjoying the scenery and drinking tea.

Song Wanqing walked over and sat down. She poured a cup of tea with her slender hands and sipped it, then said casually, "Doctor Zeng, do you have anything to tell me?"

He usually goes to the pharmacy. How could he be drinking tea here leisurely like he is now?

This is waiting for her to come.

"Yes." Doctor Zeng half closed his eyes and said, "Mr. Cheng's injury will heal soon, Madam Song, don't worry."

After all, His Highness has been making quite a lot of noise recently, and it is impossible to conceal it even if we want to. As for whether Madam Song will discover it herself or he will confess it himself, it is hard to say.

Song Wanqing's eyes flashed with joy, and he immediately asked, "Has the blood clot in his brain disappeared?"

Doctor Zeng stroked his beard slowly and nodded, "Yes."

There wasn't much blood clot to begin with, so it's not surprising that it has dispersed. But I'm an old man, and I have to act with Your Highness.

It's really a torment for his old bones!

"Thank you, doctor. Qi'an will be able to regain his sanity one day, thanks to your help." With a smile on her face, she suddenly placed a large box in front of Doctor Zeng.

"This is the spiritual spring water I got today. I hope Dr. Zeng will accept it."

Doctor Zeng looked at the box of spiritual spring water, his eyes lit up, his beard trembled with joy, and he accepted it without hesitation.

"Then I won't be polite to you."

Although his heart was on the side of His Highness, if Madam Song asked a few more questions, he was afraid that he would not be able to hide it. After all, no one could refuse a wealthy boss.