The little guy frowned.
If it were so, wouldn’t he never see Grandpa again?!
Charlie slightly pursed his lips, feeling quite indignant on behalf of the young master of his family.
Such a difficult question, how could anyone guess it, isn’t the Queen making it purposely difficult?
"I never bully children, and to show fairness, I’ll give you three chances; you can guess three times," Leng Xiaoye winked at the little guy, "Now, begin... If you can’t guess within thirty seconds, you lose!"
Gan Tang furrowed his brows and surveyed her from head to toe, then from toe to head, his gaze finally landing on the horse she was riding, and his expression immediately relaxed.
He guessed that quickly?
Observing the little guy’s expression, Leng Xiaoye kindly reminded.
"Be careful, every chance you lose is one less you have."
To tell the truth, she was a bit worried too; what if he really couldn’t guess, would she truly have to send her own grandson away?
The little guy pouted, "You are the Queen."
Delighted inside, Leng Xiaoye’s face remained expressionless.
"Then..." the little guy looked closely at her face, "It must be Aunt Chongchong, right?"
"No!" Leng Xiaoye gently weighed the medal in her hand, "Last chance, who am I?"
The little guy pursed his lips, "You are the Queen."
"Impossible." The little guy spoke unwillingly, "You’re riding Grandpa’s horse, and Grandpa is the King. Ordinary people can’t possibly be allowed to ride it. Uncle Huangfu said, besides the Queen and Aunt Chongchong, no one dares to ride his horse. You’re not Aunt Chongchong, so you must be the Queen."
"Wrong is wrong," said Leng Xiaoye.
The little guy scrunched his eyebrows, "Impossible, you must be deceiving me; I don’t believe it... Call Grandpa to testify."
Leng Xiaoye glanced behind the tree, "Huangfu Yaoyang, come out!"
From behind the big tree, Huangfu Yaoyang stepped out, looking sympathetically at Gan Tang, who still didn’t realize his own predicament.
"You tell him, is he wrong?" Leng Xiaoye asked from atop the horse.
Annoying thing, a ’Grandpa’ on one side, an ’Aunt’ on the other, and she gets to be the Queen; what kind of reasoning is that?
Huangfu Yaoyang slightly raised the corner of his lips and came over to take the reins of Gan Tang’s horse, his voice low as he spoke.
"Don’t you call her Grandma?"
The little guy looked at Leng Xiaoye’s expression and suddenly understood.
"Grandma, I’m sorry."
"Hmph!" Leng Xiaoye feigned anger, "Calling now, too late."
Of course, she wouldn’t really make a big deal out of an issue with a child; she just wanted to see how he would handle this situation.
Intelligence is certainly important, but emotional intelligence is also an issue that cannot be ignored.
According to the rules of succession in A Country, this child is the eldest son of this generation, the future King, so of course, she had high expectations for him.
Huangfu Yaoyang gently nudged the little guy’s chin upward, Gan Tang got the hint, and immediately rode his horse to Leng Xiaoye’s side, pulling out a box from his little backpack to present before her, "Grandma, this is for you."
Leng Xiaoye glanced at the box in his hand, "What’s that?"
With both hands, Gan Tang held up the box, "This is your favorite chocolate mousse, from that old shop in town!"
Leng Xiaoye had already recognized the packaging and had an idea what it was, but hearing him say it out loud, she still felt a bit surprised, "Is it really for me?"
The little guy nodded earnestly, "I was planning to have Grandpa bring it to you, I didn’t expect you to come."
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