The soft and sticky crown princess is reborn and throws herself into the arms of the crown prince

At the dinner table, Mu Peiyun looked left and right. His mother seemed angry, but in fact, her arrogant little expression had betrayed him. His father seemed to be coaxing his mother, but in fact, he had begun to get carried away in his heart.

Finally, the two of them started to get down to business.

Mu Qingqing picked up a piece of braised pork tenderloin on the table and asked casually, "Yun'er, in less than half a month, you will be sixteen."

Mu Peiyun didn't understand, but she still took the meat from her mother and nodded: "Well, I just asked my mother today."

Mu Jin endured the pain in her feet, took a deep breath, and asked without hesitation: "Yun'er, your father saw that the Crown Prince gave you some small toys a few days ago. Do you like them?"

Mu Peiyun suddenly felt that the tenderloin in her mouth had changed its taste. Did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince give her a small toy a few days ago? But that was something from her previous life, how could she remember it so clearly?

But if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had given her something some time ago, does that mean that his coldness today is really just due to the need to follow public etiquette?

However, in response to her father's question, Mu Peiyun still nodded. Although she could not remember what Mu Yunchen had given her at this time in her previous life, she must be happy now with what he gave her.

Mu Jin and Mu Qingqing looked at each other and understood. Mu Qingqing also withdrew her foot from Mu Jin's shoe and looked at Mu Peiyun kindly.

He continued, "Yun'er is almost sixteen now. Are there any young masters from noble families in the capital that you think are outstanding? A few days ago, your grandfather was thinking of finding someone to teach you."

Mu Peiyun blinked her eyes. What was going on? Could it be that her grandfather despised her for her lack of knowledge? But wasn't it her grandfather who taught her knowledge? At the beginning, her grandfather even praised her beautiful handwriting.

"Grandfather, do you think your daughter's knowledge is shallow?"

Mu Qingqing was embarrassed and shook her head gently, saying: "No, no." Then she glanced at Mu Jin and stopped talking.

Mu Jin was helpless. It was no wonder that her daughter misunderstood the question given by her own wife.

"Yun'er, your uncle Li's daughter is already engaged to someone your age. If Yun'er finds someone she likes, you must tell your father and your mother."

Mu Peiyun looked at Mu Jin with a puzzled look on her face. Why were her father and mother acting so strangely during this meal? They either disliked her lack of knowledge or they disliked her because she was old enough to be betrothed.

"Father, are you tired of your daughter being an eyesore at home and want to send her away early?"

Hearing this, Mu Jin received a roll of the eyes from his wife, and said awkwardly: "Hey, Yun'er, why would you say that? Father just feels that he is too busy these days.

Yun'er has grown up so fast since she came of age, and is now about to reach puberty. As a father, I have paid too little attention to Yun'er, and it is rare for me to find the time to get to know my daughter better."

Mu Peiyun was half-believing and half-doubting: "Father, doesn't Yuner greet you every day?"

Mu Jin laughed awkwardly: "Haha, that's right."

Mu Qingqing was impatient. Seeing that she had gone around in circles but still hadn't gotten to the point, she couldn't help but ask directly: "Yun'er, mother wants to ask you, do you have someone you like?"

Mu Peiyun understood. So, he was waiting for her here. Did she have the person she liked? She was not sure, but she had someone she wanted to marry.

For Mu Yunchen, it would be better to say that she was touched and guilty rather than admiring him. All the things that happened in her previous life tugged at her heart. She didn't know whether Mu Yunchen was the person she admired, but he was definitely someone she wanted to cherish.

Faced with Mu Qingqing's question, Mu Peiyun didn't know how to answer. He was stunned for a while, and shook his head after a long time. No matter whether she liked it or not, the imperial decree to grant marriage would naturally come down on her birthday. Why should he be hesitant?

In Mu Qingqing's opinion, she doesn't have someone she likes, which means Yun'er doesn't like the Crown Prince, so even if they get together, they won't be happy.

But Mu Jin thinks it is different. She doesn't have a favorite person, that is, she doesn't have anyone she likes, so she won't be too sad no matter who she marries.

Men's thoughts are always more realistic. Mu Jin did not think too much about it. The status of the Mu family had already determined that Mu Peiyun would not marry an ordinary person in the future, so being with the upright Crown Prince was the best choice.

Several days passed uneventfully like this. Mu Peiyun was originally only troubled by one question: she kept guessing in her mind what Mu Yunchen's reaction would be when he saw her that day.

But ever since Mu Qingqing asked that question, Mu Peiyun has had another worry these days, which is whether she feels guilty, touched, or attracted to Mu Yunchen?

She said she was moved, but in her previous life, she didn't realize it until she died, and she only felt guilty and unwilling. Then, in this life, it has only been a few days since she was reborn. How could she possibly fall in love with someone?

But if she wasn't moved, why did Mu Yunchen's cold attitude that day make her feel uneasy until today?

"I'm so annoyed." Mu Peiyun crumpled the hair that fell on her chest into a ball, just like her brain at the moment.

Sujiu, who was fanning her from behind, hurriedly increased the strength and frequency, fearing that the young lady was upset because of the heat.

But at this time, some people who don't know the consequences always deliberately hang around in front of her.

Mu Peiyao walked into the Qingyu Pavilion with a graceful and elegant manner, and shouted to Mu Peiyun from a distance: "Sister, Yaoyao is here to see you."

Mu Peiyun took a deep breath, held it back, and started again.

"Why, did Aunt Ning find an embroidery master for my second sister and let you out?"

Just now I was wondering why it has been so quiet for such a long time. Mu Peiyun suddenly remembered that since coming back from Huguo Temple that day, Mu Peiyao has been clamoring to learn embroidery. Aunt Ning couldn't persuade her and had to come to her mother for help.

The mother then found a female teacher from the embroidery building and sent her to Mujing Pavilion for Mu Peiyao to learn. However, the female teacher was very strict and managed to discipline Mu Peiyao very strictly.

"Sister, you are joking. Yaoyao's embroidery today passed the master's assessment, and the master has returned to the embroidery building."

Mu Peiyun pretended to be surprised and nodded. "Drinking tea, my sister is really amazing. It only took a few days for her to become a master."

Mu Peiyao was very pleased with what he said and immediately felt proud. She was smart and could learn anything faster than Mu Peiyun. But Mu Peiyun could only recite poems and paint, which was not interesting at all.

How could she be like her, proficient in everything from flower arrangement to making tea and embroidery, and born to marry into the powerful?

But even though her vanity was satisfied, Mu Peiyao still pretended to flatter Mu Peiyun.

"No way, Yaoyao can be even half as good as my sister. My sister is naturally beautiful and her hands are so skillful. Yaoyao really envies her."

"Then sister, just work harder, so you don't have to envy me all day long." How could Mu Peiyun not hear the pretense in her words? He was just too lazy to deal with it.

Mu Peiyao stopped talking. He just said a few words to deceive her. Did she really think she was a treasure?

The air was quiet for a long time, but Mu Peiyun didn't feel awkward at all. She leaned comfortably in the rocking chair with her eyes closed. The temperature under the shade of the tree was neither too cold nor too hot. Everything was just right.

Mu Peiyao did not forget the purpose of her coming here. She coughed twice and said softly, "Sister, the Fifth Prince has sent another letter."