After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Little Abao saw with her own eyes that her favorite little brother was abused and bruised. She was still a soft and sticky ball at that time. She lay by the window and cried for a long time. Finally, she decided to pretend that she knew nothing and left quietly.

After that, no matter what, little Abao just pretended that he had never leaned over the window of his little brother's room that day.

So, the day Baiyujing was burned down.

Concubine Wen said that Abao was young at the time and didn't remember it.

In fact, Abao has always remembered it.

Many years ago, whenever White Snake was unhappy, she would use her little brother as a punching bag.

Not only did she beat and scold him for no reason, but when she was extremely angry, she would use hot silver chopsticks to burn her little brother, leaving him covered in wounds.

Since then, little Abao always loved to pester Concubine Wen, acting coquettishly and trying to please her, just for one thing.

Mother, mother, I want to take my little brother back to Guanju Palace~~

Although children's words are innocent, such a bizarre idea gave Concubine Wen a headache.

But little Abao is her biological son, and Concubine Wen is afraid that her little daughter will go out and talk nonsense and get into trouble, so she has to patiently explain that the little brother is a human being, not a candied fruit, and not everyone who wants can take him home.

But little Abao got stubborn and begged several times without giving up.

Every time Concubine Wen got so angry that smoke came out of her head, she would just tell the real reason frankly.

Wu'er has his mother, Lady Bai, so we can't take him back to Guanju Palace.

Little Abao nestled in his mother's arms, his face held in his tender little hands like lotus roots. The little boy looked like he had a lot on his mind and sighed.

Mother, mother, if my little brother had lost Lady Bai, could I have brought him back to Guanju Palace?

After hearing this, Concubine Wen felt her headache getting worse.

Concubine Wen pinched her little daughter's face with a stern face, pretending to be angry and scolding her, "Don't say this again in the future. Otherwise, your mother will not allow you to see King Feng Ran again."

This was little Abao's sore spot. He blinked in grievance and could only nod obediently.

But unexpectedly, Bai Fei died before the snow melted that year.

The emperor was furious, and the whole palace was in turmoil.

Little Abao was detained in Guanju Palace by Concubine Wen all day long and was not allowed to go anywhere.

Concubine Wen thought that her little daughter would be well behaved this time, but she never expected that every night before going to bed, little Abao, the ignorant little girl, would always ask questions.

Mother, mother~ Lady White is dead! ~~

Concubine Wen held her forehead helplessly:...

Little Abao continued: Mother, mother, can I take my little brother back to Guanju Palace? ~

Concubine Wen collapsed and covered her face: …………

After little Abao asked so many times, Concubine Wen finally got really angry.

One night, Concubine Wen slapped little Abao's palm hard and threatened him in a vicious voice, "If your father gets his ears about this, he will definitely misunderstand that Concubine Bai's death is related to us, and then both of us will die."

Little Po stretched out his little hands, stunned by the beating.

Concubine Wen looked at her little daughter's big, confused eyes and couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

Concubine Wen patiently explained that your brother Wuer would still live in the palace where Lady Bai originally lived. Don't worry, brother Wuer is a prince after all, and there will be palace servants to take care of him.

But little Abao didn't give up.

The soft and sticky little ball rolled back and forth on the bed, and finally patted the bed, and said coquettishly, "Mother, look at this bed, it's so wide~~ I'll give half to little brother~ Mother, please take little brother to live in our palace, okay?"

Concubine Wen held her forehead with her hands for countless times and sighed helplessly.

Concubine Wen couldn't bear to hit her palm again, so she stuffed her little daughter into the quilt angrily.