The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

After the brother and sister had agreed on this matter, Jiang Wumei talked about returning to the palace in two days.

Jiang Yuanzhou nodded, thinking that since the murderer was still unknown, it would be a good thing for her and the little prince to return to the palace early.

"Brother Jiang, are there any guests at home?"

Jiang Wumei saw that it was almost time and was about to go out to look for her child when she suddenly heard a girl's innocent and childish voice from outside the door.

Jiang Wumei looked at Jiang Yuanzhou curiously, and felt that the voice sounded familiar.

"Brother, do you have guests at your house?"

Jiang Wumei asked in confusion, but found that Jiang Yuanzhou, who was always so bright and cheerful, suddenly looked unnatural.

Jiang Yuanzhou's face turned stiff, and he had obviously completely forgotten about this person.

When he heard the surprised voice, he realized that there was a stranger in the mansion.

"She's not a guest, but a young lady I saved on my way back to Beijing.

I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to send someone to take her home. Niao Niao, please don't misunderstand me."

Jiang Wumei didn't know whether Jiang Yuanzhou's words were true or false, but seeing his uncomfortable look, Jiang Wumei seemed to understand something.

In the book, Jiang Yuanzhou has no confidante.

Now, there was a clue. Jiang Wumei was both curious and surprised, and really wanted to see who the person outside was.

The person who just called Jiang Da Ge soon appeared at the front hall door. Jiang Wumei saw the face clearly and was very surprised:

"Miss Song?"

Isn’t this Song Xixi from the Song family mansion next door to Jiang Cheng and the others?

Why is she here?

Song Xixi was delighted when she saw that the person coming was Jiang Wumei:

"Sister Jiang."

Song Xixi jumped into the house, hugged Jiang Wumei who had stood up, rubbed her happily a few times, and blinked her cute eyes:

“Sister Jiang, it’s really you.

Brother Jiang didn't even tell me when you arrived."

Jiang Wumei looked at the girl's eyes, which were no longer childish but were becoming more and more soft and cute. She was surprised and then full of amusement:

“I just arrived today.

Why don’t you stay in Jiangcheng and come to Beijing?

Mrs. Song must be very worried."

Song Xixi sticks out her tongue:

"Sister Jiang, I didn't run away this time. I was kidnapped by bandits and then rescued by Brother Jiang and brought to the capital."

Afraid that Song Xixi would say something that would cause Jiang Wumei to misunderstand, Jiang Yuanzhou quickly spoke:

"Niao Niao, this is a long story, I will explain it to you later.

Let’s go find Xiao An’er first.”

Jiang Yuanzhou did not tell Song Xixi his true identity. Song Xixi only knew that he was an official in the capital, but she had no idea what position he held.

Jiang Yuanzhou didn't intend to get too involved with Song Xixi and didn't explain specifically.

He planned to leave Beijing to investigate the case after he finished his work and send her back home at the same time.

Jiang Yuanzhou had never told Song Xixi about these plans.

Xixi also trusted him and never urged him. During the time she was in the capital, she only wrote a letter expressing her safety and asked someone to send it back to Jiangcheng.

Jiang Wumei's sparkling eyes swept over the two of them, and after a moment, she curled her lips and nodded:

"Okay, let's go."

The three of them walked out of the front hall. Song Xixi took Jiang Wumei's arm and, like a cheerful lark, pulled her and asked her questions, full of energy.

Jiang Wumei was quite fond of this simple-minded girl and answered her questions patiently.

When they arrived at the garden, Song Xixi saw An'er and her eyes lit up.

"Ahhh, when did such a cute little kid appear in our family?

So cute, come and give me a hug."

Song Xixi suddenly let go of Jiang Wumei and rushed towards An'er.

She was making so much noise that Jiang Yuanzhou's eyebrows twitched slightly. He was worried that she would scare the child and was about to call her, but was stopped by Jiang Wumei.

"It's okay, brother. An'er is not afraid of strangers. Xixi can't scare him."

Jiang Yuanzhou was relieved then, and withdrew his hand that wanted to stop them, looking at the two chubby faces, one big and one small, facing each other.

Qingzhi was startled by the sudden appearance of Song Xixi. She was about to pick up the little prince, but when she turned around and saw the calm Jiang Wumei, she stopped and stepped aside.

An'er was observing the moving ants when a round little face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Wow, little dumpling, you're so cute, can I hug you?"

Song Xixi asked politely, but her fingers poked An'er's chubby face restlessly.

An'er found that the elder sister in front of her had no ill intentions. She blinked her big round eyes and stared at her curiously:

"Mother said, strangers are not allowed to hold me."

“It’s okay, sister is not a stranger.

My sister is a good friend of the owner of this house, so she is also your friend.

Come, give me a hug. I'll take you to catch butterflies, okay?"

Song Xixi has always had no resistance to soft, cute and beautiful things. An'er is as beautiful and delicate as a jade-like dumpling. She feels itchy in her heart when she looks at him, and wants to reach out and pinch his little face like a cat.

An'er turned around to look at his mother, and when he saw her nodding at him, he said in a baby voice:

"Hold me, hold me."

Song Xixi screamed, picked up An'er and kissed his chubby little face, like a little pervert stealing someone's affection.

Jiang Yuanzhou covered his forehead and shook his head, walked forward and snatched the child from Song Xixi's arms, took out a soft handkerchief and wiped the shiny saliva off An'er's face.

"Brother Jiang, quickly give me the little dumpling to hold.

I haven’t kissed you enough.”

Song Xixi pulled Jiang Yuanzhou's sleeve and shook him, her big eyes blinking, like the yellow apricots hanging on the branches in August, plump and sweet.

Jiang Yuanzhou was not deceived by her and shook his head firmly:

"No."

An'er is precious. If she kisses him and anything happens to him, she will not give her life to compensate him.

After wiping An'er's face clean, Jiang Yuanzhou handed the child to Jiang Wumei.

Jiang Wumei saw through the trick and took the child with a smile. An'er held her in her arms and called her "Mom" softly, like a beautiful and exquisite New Year picture doll.

Song Xixi was shocked.

He glanced at Xiaotuanzi and then looked at Jiang Wumei.

"Sister Jiang, is this little dumpling your child?"

Jiang Wumei put her arm around An'er's warm little face and smiled at Song Xixi:

"Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Song Xixi opened her mouth wide, and it took her a long time to recover from her shock:

“Like, very similar.

No wonder this little girl is so pretty and cute, it turns out to be your child, Sister Jiang."

As they were talking, a servant came running from a distance and reported that lunch was ready.

Jiang Yuanzhou interrupted their conversation:

"Let's go and have dinner first."

Jiang Wumei nodded, turned around and left with the child in her arms. Song Xixi followed her like a little tail, staring at the little ball in her arms, wanting to hug and squeeze it.

Jiang Wumei found it funny, so she simply put An'er in her arms and blinked:

"My hands are a little sore, Xixi, please hold it for me for a while."

Song Xixi was overjoyed. She ran to the front with the child in her arms and kissed An'er hard several times while no one was paying attention.

Jiang Yuanzhou was helpless:

"She has a childish mind, and you are not worried that she will drop An'er."

Jiang Wumei looked back at her brother leisurely and said jokingly:

"Brother, why do I feel like you are always worried about Xixi?

Do you care about her that much?"