C114

One year later --

"Princess, your mind is wandering again!" Xi Er brought in a few snacks and placed it on the table in front of Luoluo.

Xi Er looked at the portrait that she had looked at no less than a thousand times while sitting in front of the table. On the portrait, the Duke of Han was holding the princess in his arms with a doting smile on his face, and the princess was smiling exceptionally beautifully.

Luoluo came back to her senses, turned and looked at Xi Er, then pressed her forehead with her hand, "I'm not lost in thought."

"No, Princess, it's been a year, so don't let it bother you anymore!" "Look at you, in this year, you've tortured yourself to such a skinny body. If the prince were to know about this, he would definitely be angry!"

Luoluo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xi Er's face that was purposely trying to distract her. She gave a bland laugh, "It's been a year …"

Yes, it has indeed been a year, she has also been in this world for almost two years now, one year's worth of sweet vicissitudes, one year's worth of silent and indifferent days in the palace, had almost caused her, Luoluo Su's fearless and carefree attitude, which was fearless, to become even quieter, and was becoming more and more patient …

"Mother …" "Mother …" A crisp and tender voice came from the outside.

The Luoluo immediately tensed up. In the blink of an eye, she looked at Steamed Bun, who had just ran over, and the crown prince, who was slightly smaller than him.

Steamed Bun was already one year and two months old, merely two months older than Lan Qing's son. She should be thankful that at least when Steamed Bun and the crown prince were together, they had playmates, unlike her, who had been cooped up in her bedroom for over a year without leaving home. She didn't even know what had happened outside.

"Mother …" "Mother …" The little bun stumbled towards Luoluo.

"Aiya, Young Prince, slow down and be careful not to fall!" Xi Er frowned and followed behind, afraid that something would happen to him.

"Yan, Yan …" The little crown prince followed behind and wanted to grab hold of Steamed Bun, but Xi Er hurriedly carried the crown prince up.

"Crown Prince, my little ancestor, you should follow Young Prince. Come here, Xi Er is hugging you!" After saying that, Xi Er carried the crown prince and stood to the side, gently patting his back.

"Mother …" "Steamed Bun finally made it to the side of Luoluo, who was sitting by the side of the table. She grabbed onto her leg and intimately rubbed it against her calf." Mother, mother … "

"Aiya!" Luoluo, who was calm before, suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at the dirty stuff on Steamed Bun's face. She clenched her teeth and pulled her body away, lowering her head as she scolded, "Stinky brat, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"Heh heh …" "Mother …" The little bun continued to reach out his hands smilingly. He rubbed the dirt on his hands onto Luoluo's arm. "Mother, mother …" Mother will hug Yan Er! "

"Your mother is angry, so I won't hug you!" After saying that, Luoluo rolled her eyes and continued to push away the little bun. She raised her hand to pat the mud on her skirt that had been deliberately rubbed by this stinking brat.

"Awoooo …" "Awooooo …" "Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo …" "Your Highness …" The little bun pouted his pink lips and raised his head for Luoluo to see. "Mother …"

"No!" "Look at you, you have made the crown prince's younger brother covered in mud. You stinking brat, see if I can hit you or not!" Immediately, Luoluo grabbed his arm, raised his sleeves and was about to hit Steamed Bun's butt.

Suddenly, Steamed Bun raised his head and looked at Luoluo. "Mother …" "You don't love Yan Er anymore …"

"Ugh …" Luoluo was stunned.

"Wuwaa, the Empress doesn't love Yan Er anymore!" Yan Er wanted to find Big Sister Xi Er to hug and sleep! "Woo …" The little bun suddenly raised his hand to rub his eyes. He turned his head and ran outwards as if he was mentally collapsing.

"Stop right there!" Luoluo clenched her teeth as she stood up and walked forward quickly. She held Steamed Bun's collar until he was level with her and stared at Steamed Bun, who did not have a single tear on her face, "Damn brat, you only know how to play this game in a year and two months, right? You really inherited your mother's excellent acting skills, right? "See if I can hit you or not!"

"Wuuwaa …."

"You cry again, you cry again …." "You …" Luoluo clenched her teeth, turned around and threw Steamed Bun onto the soft ground, then pounced forward. She placed her hands on Steamed Bun's stomach, then suddenly jumped to where Steamed Bun's stomach was.

"Oh!" Ya, ha, ha … Ah, Mother … "Yan Er knows he was wrong, hahaha..." The Luoluo made Steamed Bun itch, then rolled over and over on the soft bed as she yelled loudly.

"Do you still dare to act with your old lady?" The Luoluo was squeaking at the steamed bun.

"Hahaha, I dare not say I dare not say I dare not …" "Ahaha …"

Xi Er and the little prince who were at the side covered their mouths and laughed as usual. The little prince even saw Brother Yan, who was playing with him, being lectured by his mother in this manner.

"Aiya, Princess, if you see the tears in the Young Prince's eyes, you can spare him!" Xi Er walked forward with the crown prince in her arms and tried to persuade him in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, Mother …" Let Yan Er go, ah ha-ha... "Haha …"

"Hmph!" Luoluo suddenly pinched Steamed Bun's face and stood up. She snickered as she looked at Steamed Bun who was lying on the bed, clutching her stomach while laughing, "Enough, I'll forgive you. Look at you, you already brought the crown prince out to play with mud at such a young age, your entire body is covered in dirt. Quickly go wash yourself!"

"Ugh …" The little bun rubbed his stomach that was laughing so hard that it hurt. He sat up and wiped the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Suddenly, he jumped into Luoluo's embrace.

"You …." Luoluo held Steadily onto Steamed Bun, her face filled with surprise. "So dirty! Who wants to hug you? Get down!"

"Heh heh …" The little bun suddenly had an evil smile on his face as he raised his dirty little hand and rubbed Luoluo's face.

"Ah!" Luoluo shouted.

"Heh heh …" "Hehe …" Steamed Bun ignored the Luoluo's shouts and smeared all of the dirty mud on her hands.

Xi Er who was at the side turned her head, as if she did not see anything. She did not plan to help Luoluo. The princess and Young Prince were both her little ancestors, she could not afford to offend any of them.

"Stinky brat, you …" Luoluo gnashed her teeth as she raised her hand to hit Steamed Bun's butt. Unexpectedly, the little bun suddenly wrapped himself around Luoluo's neck and kissed her hard on her face, which was covered in saliva.

"Mother …" "Is it possible that you won't feel sad anymore?" The little bun suddenly pouted his cute little mouth and smiled as he looked at Luoluo, who was about to really get angry.

"Mother …" "Is it possible that you won't feel sad anymore?" The little bun suddenly pouted his cute little mouth and smiled as he looked at Luoluo, who was about to really get angry.

The anger that was almost extinguished from the Luoluo's body disappeared as he blankly looked at the cute and smiling Steamed Bun.

"Heh heh …" Steamed Bun raised his hand and rubbed his hands against Luoluo's face, but he couldn't wipe it clean. He lowered his head and found that his sleeves were also stained with a lot of dirt.

Oh no, he was just a little prank trying to make her happy. Who knew if she would really throw a tantrum and not want him anymore?

"That …" "Mother …" The little bun suddenly looked at Luoluo with an apologetic smile, as if she had been behaving like a spoiled child all those years ago. Eh, isn't mother tired when she carries Yan Er? "Yan Er will go and clear it up first …"

After saying that, Steamed Bun wanted to jump out from Luoluo's arms in a hurry.

Luoluo stood there blankly and looked at Steamed Bun silently for a long time. The moment he thought she was going to flip out, she suddenly hugged Steamed Bun tightly, lowered her head, and buried her face into Steamed Bun's soft chest.

"Uh …." "Mother …" Steamed Bun started to speak. In the next moment, as if he was an adult, he raised his soft hands and gently caressed Luoluo's hair. "Mother, don't cry …" "Be good …"

"Smelly brat, who's crying!" Luoluo looked up and rolled her eyes at Steamed Bun.

Steamed Bun suddenly stopped mid-air and smiled awkwardly.

"Come on." Luoluo gently placed the steamed bun on the ground, "Quickly go and wash. Look at you, your entire body is dirty, go and wash it clean!"

"Oh, oh." "Steamed Bun raised his hand and wiped his face before smiling slyly. He pointed at Luoluo's face and shouted," "Mother's face is also very dirty, much like an old cat's!" After saying that, he slipped away, his feet covered in oil.

"Stinky brat, you …" Luoluo gnashed her teeth once more, but his face was still filled with smiles as she turned to look at Xi Er, who was secretly laughing while covering her mouth. "What are you laughing for, quickly prepare some water for me, your princess. I want to wash my face."

"Oh, yes. Xi Er will go get some water for you right away." Xi Er immediately bent over and carried the crown prince out.

"Phew …" Luoluo gasped for breath as he sat back down on his chair. His face had a myriad of changes until his line of sight landed on the portrait of her and Mu Kui. Luoluo's face had once again returned to its original indifferent expression.

"It's so cold …." "Actually, Steamed Bun isn't really that naughty. You can see that. He just saw that I was thinking about you and wanted to make me happy on purpose. Steamed Bun is very obedient, is he …"

Luoluo suddenly had tears in her eyes. She was thinking that if the chill was still there, she would definitely have a headache towards Steamed Bun's mischief and shamelessness. She would also be gratified by Steamed Bun's obedient and obedient appearance … She wanted to watch the father and son having fun together. That would be the happiest thing in the world.

Luoluo exhaled a long breath, she lowered her eyes and quietly looked at the portrait. It had been over a year since she last smiled so brightly and freely …

"Why does he look like a kitten?"