C19 Palace Feast

But he didn't want to blame Yang Qiuyu, he was responsible for this matter. It was because of his indifferent attitude that Yang Qiuyu dared to be so impudent.

"I like it!"

After all, he was just a child. When he realized that his father wasn't looking at him coldly like before, he finally relaxed a little bit.

"Why is royal father suddenly so nice to Ran'er? And I still have a few days before my birthday. "

Hearing the innocent words of the little blob, she looked at him with flawless eyes.

The guilt in Jiang Zi Su's heart grew even stronger. Just by giving him what he deserved, he already felt that he was treating him well?

"If you lack anything in the future, just tell Father that he'll give it to you."

He rubbed Jiang Qing's furry little head. It felt very soft to the touch.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Jiang Zisu rubbed his hands a few more times before he finally decided to take them back. Suddenly, a small hand tugged at him.

Feeling the pulling force from Little Fatty's hand, Jiang Zisu lowered his eyes and looked at the ball in confusion.

Jiang Qing Ran clumsily took out a light pink silk handkerchief from her old pants that she hadn't taken off yet. Then, she pulled Jiang Zi Su's big hands and began to wipe them very seriously.

Looking at the ink stains on the silk handkerchief, Jiang Zisu finally realized what he was doing.

Jiang Zisu's throat trembled slightly. He stood there for a long time, unable to say a word.

A soft touch came from his fingertips, causing his heart to soften. How cruel was he to be so cold to this child before?

"Mother said that carrying a handkerchief with you is the practice of an adult. So your father is just like me, often getting his hands dirty. But why didn't you bring a handkerchief to wipe your hands?"

Although Jiang Qing Ran's voice was soft, it was still very serious. He folded the handkerchief in a mess and stuffed it into Jiang Zi Su's hands:

"Ran'er, help me clean it up. Don't be so dirty next time, or else you'll make your mother unhappy."

Mu Zhihuan, who was standing not far behind him, had an embarrassed look on her face. This devilish brat didn't know whether to praise him for being sensible or to curse him for being too naive.

Jiang Zi Su accepted the handkerchief that had already been wiped dirty under the gaze of the small group of people.

Then, he tried his best to slow down his tone, "Do you want to enter the palace with your father tomorrow, the day after the birth of the crown prince?"

"I... Can I? " The little ball of light suddenly widened its bright eyes, full of hope and spirit.

Seeing that he was looking at him with both anticipation and caution, Jiang Zi Su felt a sense of joy in his heart. His eyes softened a little as he said, "You are the eldest son of my father, so of course you can."

"Yeah!"

It was only when he started clapping excitedly that he remembered his mother behind him. He quickly ran back two steps and pulled Mu Zhihuan over to Jiang Zisu's side. "Then can your mother come as well?"

Seeing the brightness in Jiang Qing Ran's eyes, Jiang Zi Su couldn't open his mouth to say 'no' no no.

"Mother doesn't like liveliness, Ran'er will be fine. Remember, when we get to the banquet, you must listen to Father's words."

Mu Zhihui was keenly aware of Jiang Zhisu's predicament. She knew clearly in her heart that in his eyes, she was just a girl who he didn't like. "Scoundrel."

Matters like palace banquets were naturally Mistress Yang's business, and she had no right to attend.

Hearing Mu Zhihuan's almost unhesitant rejection, the light in Jiang Zi Su's eyes slightly trembled.

It was a great honor to go to the palace with him, yet this woman refused him even though she didn't want to follow him?

"Then come with me." For some reason, the words became a request to his colleagues.

When these words were spoken, not only Mu Zhihuan, even Jiang Zisu was slightly stunned.

Seeing the astonishment on his face, Mu Zhihuan thought that he had said that out of respect for Jiang Qing Ran.

"I've just lost my mind. What if I offend some big shot? Wouldn't I be causing trouble for the prince? Take Ran'er with you …"

"However." Mu Zhihuan paused. "Your Highness, our grudge has nothing to do with this child. No matter what, Ruo'er is your flesh and blood. I implore Your Highness to protect Rui'er …"

Jiang Zisu naturally knew what she was worried about, and his expression turned cold slightly. "Of course I won't let anyone harm my son."

He would not do so, but the side concubine might have evil intentions. However, Mu Zhihuan also did not want to point it out. "Then, thank you, Your Highness."

Outside the window, the sky was red as the carriage shakily moved forward. Mu Zhihuan sat inside, drowsy and drowsy.

She didn't understand at all. Why was she suddenly brought to the palace in a carriage accompanied by Jiang Zisu?

If she brought him along, wouldn't Jiang Zisu be afraid of cutting off his precious bun?

Seeing Mu Zhihuan in low spirits, the little blob remembered the words her father had told her before they got on the carriage.

He reached out his small hand and pulled Mu Zhihuan. "Mother, Father said that the palace allows you to bring two female servants. You can feel more at ease if you're with him."

The meaning behind his words was to bring a nanny?

Mu Zhihuan gently pinched Jiang Qing's nose. This thing that ate the enemy inside out had been bribed so quickly.

"Forget it, I won't be at ease even if I put you by that woman's side. It's better if you come at me!"