The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

"Sigh..." After walking out of Yuhui Cottage and looking up at the bright moonlight, Jiang Ying couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Qi Ren was also wearing night clothes, like a shadow, "Sister Ying, what are you sighing about?"

Are you too tired?

That’s right, the prince has been lying like a dead pig these past two days, and Sister Ying is the one who is worrying about everything. With so many things to do, he must feel tired!

Should we think of some way to wake the prince up?

Qi Ren didn't feel that his idea was presumptuous at all. After all, the prince could move his hands and could hear them talking. Apart from not opening his eyes and standing, what was the difference between him and the good ones?

Tsk! I despise your lazy behavior!

Jiang Ying had no idea that she was just sighing casually, but Qi Ren seemed to be even more depressed than her and secretly cursed his master all over!

He raised his eyebrows. "I'm just lamenting that I may not be able to see such interesting scenes of loving father and filial daughter in the future. After losing her wings, the next step is to pluck out her feathers to keep warm. By then, she will not only be a pheasant, but also a naked and ugly drowned chicken!"

Thinking of that scene, Jiang Ying felt comfortable.

Well, go home and talk to your son, and then invite him to watch “Drowned Chicken”. The little guy will definitely be very happy.

It was late at night.

The main courtyard of Feiyu House.

After little Yan Zhi was tidied up by the maid and thrown on Yan Zhuo's bed, he sat in a daze for a while with his chubby little face and pouting little red lips, out of boredom.

He didn't know that Yan Zhuo was conscious, but he wanted to deal with his scumbag father. But it seemed that it would not be fun to bully such a scumbag father who was like a living dead?

So, he climbed around, treating Yan Zhuo as an object for practicing climbing, and by the way, he sat on Yan Zhuo's face and farted.

But it's still boring...

Fortunately, my eyelids started to feel heavy after playing for a long time, so I immediately found the warmth of human flesh on my neck, curled up, and gradually fell asleep.

Yan Zhuo: ...What should I do if my son insists on wearing a Weibo for me? I’m waiting online, it’s urgent!

Here, the first thing Jiang Ying saw when he returned home was such a "strange" scene.

The Dog Prince was lying flat on his back with his hands placed naturally on his sides. His son was lying on his father's neck, with his head on the left, legs on the right, and his belly pressed against his father's chin.

One hand was poking his father's nose, it was like an advanced chokehold and murder.

Even with this, the Dog Prince can still breathe?

Jiang Ying took a few quick steps forward and pulled his gecko-like son down, and sure enough, Yan Zhuo's face turned red.

But fortunately, it should be a little bit of breathing difficulty at most, but not to the point of choking.

After putting his son to sleep in the empty inner side and covering him with a quilt, Jiang Ying turned around and found something shiny on Yan Zhuo's neck. Upon closer inspection, he saw a pool of water.

She laughed directly, "My Lord, is this your saliva or your son's?"

Yan Zhuo, "..."

...I really can't lie down any longer, what should I do?

He now also wanted to know if there was any way to wake up!

Just as I was thinking about it, I discovered that a pleasant fragrance that I had been longing for filled my nose without any warning.

In his arms, there lay a soft and warm body, and she even took the initiative to pull his hand and put it around her waist.

"Every time I sleep with my monkey son, he tosses me around. Now, he tosses you around while I sleep well and get to warm my bed for free. That's great."

Yan Zhuo was stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.

However, he was so active in thinking and distracted that the little woman fell asleep quickly. She even muttered softly before falling asleep, "Yan Zhuo, when are you going to wake up?"

"Actually, it's better if you don't wake up. It's nice to be a sleeping beauty with a foot warmer and a human-shaped pillow."

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and suddenly kissed him on the lips.

Finally, he said two words, "Good night."

Yan Zhuo was happy and helpless. It was as if fireworks were blooming in his mind, filling him with unprecedented happiness.

Probably, this is what those rough people mean by children, a wife and a warm bed?

He was dazed and his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he heard a sentence in his ear that he didn't know whether it was a dream or a mumbling, "Yan Zhuo, you should, um, wake up early."

"I miss you so much. I miss you too."

I knew entering the palace was inevitable, but I didn't expect it to come so soon!

It was Huang Mingquan who personally went out of the palace to invite him.

He followed orders and looked at Yan Zhuo's condition. He smiled and said, "The emperor believes Miss Jiang. If Miss Jiang's diagnosis shows that there is nothing serious, it means that the prince will wake up in a few days."

Jiang Ying smiled on the surface, but in his heart he cursed the emperor so much!

Look at what he said. It's obvious that he wanted her to enter the palace to check on the fetus as soon as possible, but he felt that Yan Zhuo was still unconscious, and it was a bit unkind to call her into the palace at this time. Why is he still pretending?

"Yes, the emperor is willing to send Eunuch Huang here, which is already a great honor for me."

Jiang Ying also made some polite remarks, but did not make a fuss about it. He just wanted to enter the palace and come back at night.

As a result, Huang Mingquan seemed to be less anxious all of a sudden. He looked around and said nothing.

Jiang Ying was dumbfounded, "Eunuch Huang, are you...looking for something?"

Huang Mingquan shook his whisk and said, "To be honest with you, Miss Jiang, it was the eldest prince. He seemed to have given Miss Jiang the Queen's private seal as a gift. This time, I came here not only to invite Miss Jiang, but also to get it back for the Queen! Oh, the Queen said that she would give Miss Jiang other valuable rewards as compensation."

Jiang Ying: "..."

It would be fine if she didn't mention this matter, but once she did, she got a headache.

Damn you eldest prince, isn't this just roasting her on the fire?

If you don’t know, you might think that she had been coveting the private seal for a long time and instigated the eldest prince, an ignorant little boy, to steal it?

Heaven and earth conscience.

Jiang Ying smiled bitterly, "I gave the private seal to Yan Zhuo before and asked him to find a way to return it. Didn't he return it?"

"Ah? No... you haven't returned it yet! The Emperor hasn't found it. If the Empress had received it, it's unlikely that she would let me ask for it, right?"

Jiang Ying paced back and forth, that was strange, could it be that Yan Zhuo had hidden him? !