Transmigrated into the prince's only daughter, and beat up the dignitaries in the capital with

"An'an..."

"Um...Auntie..."

Tuanzi, who was forced to turn on the camera, rubbed his eyes. He was not quite awake yet, so he stretched out his fat hands and moved towards Mrs. Huo's arms.

Mrs. Huo's heart almost melted, and her soft voice became even softer. She tied Jiang An's braids back together with her delicate hands, and moved very gently for fear of pulling her hair.

Qi Shanyuan, who was watching nearby, soaked his hands in the water with ice cubes floating on it again and wet his handkerchief.

He walked to the bedside, his hands were red from the cold, but he didn't care much. He frowned and said softly, "The handkerchief is a little cold."

"Apply cold compress, the bruises will disappear tomorrow..."

The cold handkerchief covered the fat paw, and Tuanzi stared with round eyes. Under Yuanyuan's worried gaze, she shuddered quietly and tried to comfort the poor little one.

"Not cold... Not cold~"

Mrs. Huo took the ointment and sat back on the bed. She poked Jiang An's nose with amusement.

The way he tried so hard to save face was really similar to that of the prince!

The ointment was applied. Tuanzi lowered his head to look at his chubby hands that had really turned into little buns. He spread his five fingers wide, and the ointment shone brightly under the light.

She smacked her lips, she was hungry...

Want to eat roasted pork knuckle...

She got off the bed, put on her shoes, and hopped out. She wanted to find her father. She was hungry.

"Dad~"

The sound reached the ears of the people present before the dumplings did.

Tuanzi jumped out under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes.

Oh mo!

She put away her little hands and feet, ready to pounce, and looked at the scene with round eyes.

So many people~

As the host, Jiang Jichen sat in the upper seat leaning sideways, while Huo Lang and Hu Yan knelt on his left and right, one looking ferocious and the other full of calculations.

There were nine officials sitting below them. Two of them looked relatively calm, but the rest were sweaty and pale.

There was even a stretcher in the middle, on which was clearly the young man who had not been sent for treatment.

"Aan, come to me..."

Jiang An tilted her head and responded obediently, not forgetting to take her little one with her, and walked towards her father.

Guanyan placed a cushion next to the prince, and Nianniang, receiving the order, also brought cakes and snacks.

But within a few breaths, a delicate dumpling with a bulging mouth appeared beside the solemn Prince Zhenguo.

Sitting below Hu Yan, Ling Wuhou was wearing a crimson robe with gold embroidery, holding a wine glass, his eyes resting on Tuanzi's soft face.

The air was silent for a while, and was suddenly interrupted by a light laugh.

The Ling Wuhou held up the wine glass with both hands, half covered by his wide robe, his eyes were filled with dark colors, "Today, my brother was too naughty and offended the prince's daughter. I apologize for my brother!"

He said he was apologizing, but he didn't drink the wine in the glass. Instead, he looked directly at Jiang Jichen, seeming a little confused.

"However, when I first arrived in Chongzhou, I heard that the prince had a three-year-old daughter. I was curious about what kind of woman could catch the prince's eye."

Tuanzi held a piece of plum in his hand and chewed it non-stop. He also used his free paw to grab a handful of plums and stuff them into the little poor thing behind him.

She looked at the person who was speaking with her round eyes, her thin eyebrows tied into a knot.

Although she was young, she could feel the man's full of malice!

Also, why do you all seem to care so much about my mother?

Shouldn’t my father be worried about this?

Jiang An couldn't figure it out, so she threw away the plums and started to pull at her father's robe.

No one responded to Ling Wuhou's words, but he didn't get angry. He just drank the wine calmly.

Only a still childish voice was heard, "Aren't they here to apologize?"

Jiang Jichen's eyes were cold, but when he turned around and looked at his daughter, they all melted away. He gently grasped his daughter's soft little hand.

Not caring about the sugar stains on Jiang An's hands, "Yes, they are here to apologize to An..."

"Ow~"

Jiang An nodded his head, and when he turned to face Ling Wuhou and the others, he kept his fat face tense and pretended to be serious.

"Is this your brother?"

Ling Wuhou smiled, his expression softened unconsciously, "That's right..."

Tuanzi moved back, with a strange expression.

Why is he looking at me like that, like a human trafficker...

"Oh, you and your brother are quite similar..."

The same arrogance,

In short, sick!

The smile in Ling Wuhou's eyes faded a little, but Hu Yan, who was sitting in front of him, seemed to have heard something interesting, and looked at Tuanzi with a pair of fox eyes.

"Miss, you are wrong. The Marquis is calm and steady, which is different from the one lying there."

"Although Ling Wuhou and his brother are both the old marquis's sons, they are not born of the same mother. I guess the marquis's legitimate younger brother has been spoiled at home!"

A bastard, even if he became a marquis, he was still a bastard in the family tree!

Don’t you like to pick people up and ask about their mothers? Let’s also discuss this Marquis’ mother~

Hu Yan picked up the wine glass with one hand, turned his head to admire Ling Wuhou's embarrassed expression, and raised the glass to toast him from a distance.

The other officials of the Dongli delegation lowered their heads, with more sweat on their foreheads.

Huo Lang secretly made two clicks of the tongue, saying that the military advisor killed people without shedding blood!

Jiang An blinked his eyes, feeling that the old fox's scolding was really dirty...

Ling Wuhou: "Military Advisor Hu's mouth is still so powerful."

"I wonder how you are feeling lately?"

Hu Yan: "Thank you for your concern, Lord. Since the war ended three years ago, my health has been getting better day by day!"

"My Lord, you were chopped off your horse by our Lord three years ago. Has your wound healed?"

"Oh!"

The wine glass slammed heavily on the table, and the fragile porcelain shattered into slag.

Hu Yan raised his eyebrows and calmly brushed off the wine that fell on his sleeves. He was angry already. He really hadn't made any progress at all.

Jiang An stood up to look at the broken cup. Her mouth was faster than her brain. She scratched her head and said, "Well, auntie said this cup is very expensive. Remember to pay for it~"

"Oh, there is more."

Tuanzi opened her round eyes and looked serious on her chubby face. She pointed at the troublemaker lying on the stretcher, whose life or death was unknown.

"You need to apologize to your aunt, your brother was foul-mouthed and cursed..."

"Also, he beat up the waiter in the building. You have to apologize to him too!"

Tuanzi finished speaking and shook his head, "Forget it, don't apologize to the waiter, just pay the money!"

What’s the use of apologizing? Giving money is the most practical thing!

Ling Wuhou let out a long sigh, as if to release all the anger in his heart, and said with a half-smile: "Young lady, you have made clear arrangements for me."

Jiang An blinked and looked at her father sincerely, "What did An An say wrong?"

The old father poked Tuanzi's face and seemed to be in a good mood. "No, what An said is right!"

He looked at Ling Wu Hou calmly, the long sword at his side was unusually conspicuous, "Just Ling Wu Hou, don't forget, you still have to apologize to my daughter."

Ling Wuhou: Are you deaf? Didn’t I just apologize?

He still had his sanity left, but he didn't have the courage to say this. This mad dog Jiang Jichen was eager to chop himself to death and then flatten Dongli!

Apologize to her?

Tuanzi lowered his head to look at his two fat paws that were swollen from beating someone up, and quietly hid them under the table.

Ling Wuhou couldn't bring himself to speak softly in front of so many people, especially in front of Jiang Jichen and others who had confronted him on the battlefield.

Finally, another official spoke up.

"Dongli and Nanshang are on good terms. This time, Dongli was here to congratulate the Emperor of Nanshang on the New Year. The people in our delegation behaved inappropriately in Chongzhou. It is the delegation's fault. We should apologize to the young lady and the store owner."

"I would also like to thank His Majesty for handling this matter personally and preventing rumors from spreading and affecting the friendship between the two countries!"

Look, how beautifully that person said it!

Hu Yan was playing with his folding fan, smiling, but his eyes were cold.

Jiang Jichen glanced at the man and raised his wine glass with dignity. "I came here in person because your delegation was unlucky and chose to bully the family of my chief general."

"There has always been a rule in my camp that anyone who bullies a soldier's family, regardless of their status, will be stripped naked and hung up for five days, so that the wind from the border can blow on his brain!"

There was another "bang" sound, which frightened the officials present.

I saw the wine glass in Jiang Jichen's hand knocked upside down on the table.

His brows were grim, and his narrow eyes were filled with murderous intent. "I hope you will be careful with your words and actions in Chongzhou!"

"Next time, my sword will not remain a mere decoration!"

The official was embarrassed and tried to maintain his expression. He knew that his identity represented Dongli.

He wanted to say something else.

Jiang Jichen directly asked Guan Yan to see the guest off...

The group of people, including the person on the stretcher, were escorted out of Yufulou.