The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun looked anxious and said meaningfully, "Yan Yan has been in a bad mood these past few days. Once he starts crying, it's hard to soothe him. If the Emperor sees him crying like this when he summons him, he will definitely be angry."

Xiao Jinyan puffed out her cheeks and cried as loudly as she could.

Xiao Yin looked flustered and hurriedly waved his hands: "This, this has nothing to do with me, I didn't even touch him."

Who are these two people?

You're trying to scam me, aren't you?

And this child is also annoying. He's so young and doesn't learn anything good. You can tell he's just faking his crying.

Thunder without rain.

Why should he take the blame?

Xiao Yin was furious.

Suddenly, Yan Yan hugged Xiao Yin's leg: "Hug, hug me..."

Xiao Yin's face showed a look of disgust: "You, you want me to hug you?"

How annoying! What if he pees on me?

Also, the child's biological father is here, why should he hold him?

"Hug, hug!" Xiao Jinyan cried out again, slapping his leg with her little hands and stomping her feet in anger.

Song Wenjun looked troubled: "Your Highness, Yan Yan is happy to agree to your proposal, so why don't you try to appease him?"

Xiao Yin's face turned a deep purplish-red; he disliked children intensely.

Especially since the child was Xiao Ji's, he was even less willing to hold him.

But if he doesn't hold the child, the child will keep crying, which would damage his kind and gentle image.

Xiao Yin gritted his teeth and hugged Xiao Jinyan in his arms.

As soon as he was in his arms, Xiao Jinyan grabbed his hair and started laughing.

Song Wenjun feigned relief: "Your Highness, you see, he likes you."

Xiao Yin forced a smile: "I like this child too."

Actually, he didn't like it at all.

annoying.

He looks exactly like his father, and he's annoying in every way.

While Xiao Jinyan was holding Xiao Yin back, Song Wenjun gave Xiao Ji a wink: "Hurry up and leave."

Xiao Ji's face was full of smiles when he saw Song Wenjun, but now was not the time to talk.

He had to protect Xiao Nanzhi and get her out of the palace first. He kept turning back to look at her, and whispered to Song Wenjun, "Junjun, can I come to see you tonight?"

Song Wenjun blushed with embarrassment; what a strange title!

She turned away from him, but Xiao Nanzhi, eager to leave the palace, dragged Xiao Ji away with her.

He leaned out of the carriage to look at Song Wenjun and Yan Yan, his heart filled with joy.

His queen, his son.

By the time Xiao Yin came to his senses, Xiao Ji had already disappeared.

But the little devil in my arms wouldn't get down. He stretched out his delicate little finger and pointed ahead, babbling, "Go, go."

Xiao Yin was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder. He was the eldest prince, and even his father had to give him some face.

This little potato dares to order him around, it's outrageous!

But Song Wenjun looked apologetic and said to him insincerely, "Your Highness, I'm so sorry, Yan Yan is still young, please don't blame me."

"How could that be? I'm Yan Yan's uncle, I like him too much to ask." Xiao Yin said these insincere words, but could only act like a beast of burden, carrying Yan Yan towards the palace.

It took about fifteen minutes to reach Emperor Wen's palace.

When Emperor Wen saw him appear carrying Yan Yan, his face was full of surprise: "Why are you back again?"

"Father, I met Yan Yan on the road and took a liking to him. I felt a connection with this child, so I brought him here." As Xiao Yin spoke, he affectionately patted Yan Yan's head.

With just this one action, Yan Yan suddenly burst into tears, feeling wronged.

Waving her little hands, she threw herself into Emperor Wen's arms, crying so hard: "He hit me, he hit me..."

Emperor Wen was heartbroken and quickly held Yan Yan in his arms, asking carefully, "Who hit him?"

Xiao Yin was just waiting for Emperor Wen's praise when Yan Yan pointed at him with her chubby little hand and said, "Him, hit him."

The smile vanished instantly.

"Hey, no, I didn't." Xiao Yin never expected that this little potato would turn his back on him like that.

They've even learned to turn the tables and blame others.

When did he hit him?

He carried this little one the whole way, and his arms were sore from carrying him.

Just as annoying as his father.

Emperor Wen's face darkened, and he shouted, "Your Majesty, are you trying to rebel? How dare you hit my precious grandson?"

"Father, please calm down. Your son didn't. Please don't listen to this little..." He was about to say "little brat" when he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly changed his words: "Please don't listen to Yan Yan's nonsense. I love him so much, how could I possibly hit him?"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a jade lock from his bosom and handed it over ingratiatingly: "This jade lock is a gift that I found in the Southern Frontier, specially for Yan Yan."

The jade lock was of excellent quality, translucent and lustrous.

It was clearly no ordinary item. Emperor Wen's expression softened, and he took the jade lock and handed it to Yan Yan: "Yan Yan, don't cry. Look at this."

The child, greedy for money, grabbed the jade lock and stuffed it into Song Wenjun's hand, saying, "Mother, hide it, hide it..."

Song Wenjun was both amused and embarrassed, and took the jade lock away: "Father, Yan Yan is too naughty, and no one disciplines him."

Emperor Wen burst into laughter, gently tapping the tip of his nose with a doting expression: "You little rascal, you're so young and you already know how to extort people?"

Although it was a reprimand, it was filled with boundless affection.

He even looked proud.

His grandson is very clever.

Only Xiao Yin felt aggrieved, but on the surface he still had to smile and agree: "This child is really too naughty, hehe..."

Emperor Wen, in a good mood, waved for him to rise: "Alright, you may leave now. Go and change your clothes."

"Huh?" Xiao Yin looked confused: "Why change clothes? These are my new clothes that I just wore today."

This outfit is made of silk, so it's breathable and cool.

It took the embroiderer several months to sew it.

You can't find another one like it in the entire capital.

Xiao Yin was puzzled. Could it be that his father disliked his extravagance?

At this moment, Eunuch Fu covered his mouth and chuckled, pointing to the hem of his clothes: "Your Highness, your clothes are stained with the little prince's urine."

"What?" Xiao Yin hurriedly looked down and saw that his crotch was wet.

It was as if he had urinated.

No wonder Emperor Wen laughed like that.

Disrespectful behavior in front of the palace is a serious offense.

Xiao Yin hurriedly knelt on the ground, trembling with fear: "Father, please forgive me, I have been disrespectful."

That damn brat, how dare he laugh at him, and he's laughing so happily.

It's a pity that he ruined his expensive clothes.

Xiao Jinyan giggled, clapping her small, fair hands as she looked at Emperor Wen with a smile like a lucky doll.

Emperor Wen was in a good mood and pretended to reprimand him: "You mustn't be naughty next time."

Song Wenjun hurriedly apologized to Xiao Yin: "Your Highness, please forgive me. Yan Yan's unruly behavior is due to my poor discipline."

Before Xiao Yin could speak, Emperor Wen said, "How could an adult like him argue with a child? It's just a piece of clothing; you don't need to take it to heart."

Xiao Yin nearly coughed up blood in anger.