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

Yan Zhuo's entire body stiffened, and his thick eyebrows furrowed, "How did you know that I was coming?"

That doesn’t make sense. Yan Zhuo is quite confident in his skills!

Jiang Ying stopped patting the child's back. His monkey son was already soundly asleep, his fair little face as tender as a freshly peeled egg.

Her lips were painted in an alluring powder, her eyelashes were curled, her expression was peaceful, and she was curled up beside her like a soft glutinous rice ball.

A fat little hand with distinct wrinkles was placed on his granary intentionally or unintentionally, and Jiang Ying glanced at it and waved it away.

Sensing the movement, the monkey son sucked his lips, as if he was still immersed in the delicious food before going to bed.

"Mmmmm..." Jiang Ying kissed the child from a distance. After being together for a long time, the child is still very cute.

Especially every part of my body feels like it, soft and milky, and it feels warm and comfortable to hug me, as if I have no bones at all.

After getting out of bed, she considerately closed the screen to protect her monkey son from mosquitoes.

Walking to the table outside, Jiang Ying pretended that the Dog Prince didn't exist. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in two or three gulps.

Yan Zhuo glanced at her and praised her with four words, "A cow chewing a peony."

"No one invited you to watch a cow chewing a peony." Jiang Ying certainly did not show weakness.

If he hadn't come uninvited, she would have fallen asleep with her child by now.

I don't know why he suddenly went crazy.

"You haven't told me yet how you found me." Yan Zhuo sat down and took out a small dagger from somewhere. The dagger was about the length of a palm and the size of a fruit knife. He didn't even look at Jiang Ying and played with the wick casually.

The knife was actually made of shiny gold, and it was a bit dazzling under the light!

Jiang Ying's eyes were unconsciously attracted. "Everyone has his own strengths. You martial artists have sharp hearing. As for me, since I'm a doctor, my nose is not bad."

Yan Zhuo doesn't like sweet scents, so he uses bamboo leaf ash to scent his clothes. The faint scent of bamboo leaves, when you close your eyes and take a sniff, makes you feel as refreshed as if you were in a bamboo forest in the mountains.

To be honest, Jiang Ying quite likes him, but... she definitely won't tell him!

Yan Zhuo understood the confusion and his frown relaxed.

Jiang Ying sat opposite him. "I have already answered your question. What can I do for you?"

I wondered, doesn't he hate himself very much?

Since giving birth to the child, she has repeatedly expressed that she has no intention of getting involved with him, but this man has instead taken the initiative to show up time and again. Is he a masochist?

"Of course I'm here to see the child, okay." Yan Zhuo looked away uncomfortably and pretended to look inside the gauze curtain.

The girl's smoky pink boudoir, from his angle he could see almost the entire furnishings of the room.

Hazily, there was a small ball sleeping on the bed, like a small animal, its chest rising and falling, long and regular.

It means the child is sleeping soundly.

Yan Zhuo felt a little envious, but also a little uncomfortable.

Because he had never slept so soundly since he was a child, whether he was in the bedroom of the palace or on a temporary outing, he found it difficult to fall asleep.

Why can the son just say it?

Is it because I have my mother by my side that it feels so different?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo retracted his gaze and fell on Jiang Ying's face. The woman had a delicate face, skin as white as lecithin, a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows. To be honest, she was particularly beautiful and lively.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to keep her in the first place.

This is the temperament...

"Then, Your Highness, are you satisfied now? If you are, I won't see you off. I'm tired after a day's work and I want to wash up and go to bed." Jiang Ying didn't bother to care what he was thinking with his eyes narrowed, and just drove him away.

Yan Zhuo, "..."

The hand that was playing with the dagger froze in the air.

In fact, he was waiting for Jiang Ying to speak and ask for the dagger in his hand.

It is made of gold after all.

Whether this woman was vain before giving birth or transparent and fair after giving birth, it was difficult to hide one thing.

——She loves money.

So Yan Zhuo had predicted that even if he sat here and said nothing, Jiang Ying would definitely be attracted by the golden dagger he deliberately took out.

In fact, Jiang Ying was indeed attracted, and he had been admiring her with a passionate look for a long time, but Jiang Ying also understood the principle of no reward without merit.

The money belongs to others. Unless she earns it in an honest way, it is impossible for her to have greedy thoughts about it.

She even walked towards the window and pretended to close it, "Your Majesty came in through the window, are you planning to go out through the door later?"

Once again reminding the Dog Prince that it’s time to leave!

Yan Zhuo's face darkened, but the candlelight was dim and it was not very visible.

He suddenly stood up and turned to go back into the house. "Since you want to see the child, you have to see him for real."

Jiang Ying: "..."

Dog stuff!

Fortunately, she is very good to her child now. She is not the black-hearted mother she used to be. She has raised her monkey son to be plump and white like a tofu snack. Who wouldn't praise her for raising him well?

Are you afraid that the Dog Prince will suddenly come for an inspection?

Slowly opening the gauze curtain, Yan Zhuo was ready to observe his son's sleeping position. A smaller version of himself sleeping soundly with his mouth tilted up had already appeared in his mind. But when he looked down, what he saw was a baby with his head facing outwards, legs facing inwards, and a pair of eyes bigger than walnuts.

When he saw him, Xiao Yanzhi's eyes turned slightly, and he didn't seem to be surprised.

I don’t even know if it was Yan Zhuo’s illusion, but it felt like the little guy actually curled his lips in disdain?

That was certainly not an illusion, because Jiang Ying had already heard his son's voice of disgust.

[Another scumbag dad! ]

[You are not sleeping in the middle of the night. Tell me, do you want to cause trouble to my mother? ]

[Mother, don't pay attention to him. In his previous life, he had a hobby of climbing walls in the middle of the night. When he gets bored, he will leave on his own.]

Jiang Ying, "???"

What and what?

Prince Yan, who is admired by countless girls in Beijing, likes to climb walls? What walls?

It can’t be the kind of wall where a red apricot blossoms outside the wall, right?

Yan Zhuo inexplicably felt that the gaze of the woman behind him was a little unusual. He turned around abruptly and happened to meet Jiang Ying's gossipy gaze. His brows furrowed again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's that look in your eyes? Are you mocking me?"

Jiang Ying shook his head and lowered his eyes, "No, no, it's getting late, Your Majesty should go back to the palace and rest."

She is not her original self, but she insists on sticking to Yan Zhuo.

On the contrary, if it weren't for the bond between the two of them, they would probably not even be able to say a word to each other.

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo felt strangely upset, "Jiang, you seem to be particularly unwelcoming to me?"

"No." Jiang Ying was so careless.

"Humph." How could Yan Zhuo not hear that? But except that she was not so obedient now, everything else was much better.

Especially raising children well.

Therefore, Yan Zhuo couldn't find any reason to curse.

He was too lazy to argue with Jiang Ying, so he sat down naturally on the edge of the bed and reached out to try to pick up the child.

Xiao Yanzhi resisted, [No no no, scumbag dad, don’t hug me! ]

[You useless hand, I will hug you and throw you to the ground later! ]

[Oh my, he…how did he pick it up so easily? Is his hand healed?]

Noticing little Yan Zhi's refusal, Yan Zhuo softened his tone for once and lowered his head to stare into the child's eyes.

"Dad...Dad, it's me."

[Hey, hello, son.]

"Cough cough cough cough..." Jiang Ying was choked by his own saliva and felt guilty as if he had seen through the secrets of the world.

I couldn't help but glare at the little guy.