697 Madam Tan Enters the Palace, Mighty Consort Yun (1)
Yu Wan first brought the children to the Helian Manor to greet the Old Madam. They stayed overnight and rushed to Sishui Street at nine o’clock the next day. The carriage stopped in front of the house on Sishui Street. The curtain was lifted and three fat little black eggs jumped down.
Everyone carried a basket of tangerines and clattered into the house.
“Aiyo!” Zi Su had just put away the plate and returned to the kitchen when she almost bumped into the three of them. Although the three of them were fat, their reactions were not slow. They dodged in a flash.
They were little fatties, but they were also the most agile little fatties in the world!
“Hello, Sister Zi Su!” Er’bao greeted her sweetly.
The father and son sat in the study and played chess. When they heard Er’bao’s voice, they put down the chess pieces in their hands at the same time. Prince Yan was not only a Calligraphy Addict, but also a Chess Addict. He often could not eat or drink for a few days for a chess game, but all his preferences were inferior to those little fellows.
Prince Yan didn’t play chess anymore, nor did he want his son. He flashed out faster than the secret guards!
“Grandpa, Grandpa! I missed you so much!” Xiaobao was the first to see him and ran to him.
“Did Grandpa eat well during the few days we weren’t around? Did you sleep well?” Er’bao said softly and considerately. The simple and crude Xiaobao was instantly inferior to him.
Xiaobao glared at him resentfully and hugged Prince Yan with his little hands. He occupied Prince Yan’s arms and did not let Er’bao hug him.
Er’bao was not angry. He turned around and looked adorably at Yan Jiuchao, who was slowly walking over. He said sweetly, “Daddy, we’re back.”
Yan Jiuchao nodded and rubbed his little head, then Dabao’s. He looked at the small basket they were carrying and said, “What did you put in it?”
“Tangerines!” Xiaobao rushed to answer.
Er’bao looked adorable. “It’s tangerines from Great-Grandma. Great-Grandma picked it herself.”
So what if he said it first? It was still not as beautiful as Er’bao said. Xiaobao looked at the admiration on his father’s face and pursed his lips in frustration.
The father and son waited for Yu Wan at the door for a while. Seeing that she had also come, they carried the little fellows back to the house.
On the other side, Xiao Zhenting also heard the little fellows’ voices. So he came over with might. Prince Yan rolled his eyes at him, but he pretended not to see it.
“Let Grandpa Xiao take a look at Dabao!” Xiao Zhenting raised Dabao.
Dabao blinked his big black eyes at him.
The couple had yet to make a fuss about Dabao falling into the water, but who was Xiao Zhenting? His martial arts were strong and his hearing was good. He had already gotten a rough idea of where Shadow Thirteen had gone. From Dabao’s ignorant expression, he should be fine.
As expected of Cong’er’s children, they had the guts. Xiao Zhenting nodded in satisfaction and threw Dabao high.
“Waah—” Dabao let out an excited cry.
“Me too, me too!”
“Er’bao wants it too!”
The two little fellows hugged Xiao Zhenting’s thigh and wanted him to lift them up. They played crazily for a while and laughed like little pigs. After playing, they did not forget to share the tangerines they brought from the palace with their families.
“Great-grandma picked this herself. You have to eat slowly,” Er’bao said.
After sending them off, the three of them carried the small basket to Shangguan Yan’s room. However, Shangguan Yan not only obtained tangerines, but also a few flowers picked from the palace.
The flowers were for the little sister in Shangguan Yan’s stomach.
“It’s Aunt,” Shangguan Yan corrected.
“Sister,” Xiaobao said.
Younger than them was his sister!
The so-and-so in her stomach looked at his little junior and suddenly suspected his life…
There was a big difference whether a family had children or not. Prince Yan and Xiao Zhenting’s house was in chaos again. The three little black eggs came back and forth, and their small voices filled the courtyard.
Prince Yan, who had been depressed for a long time, had a smile in his eyes again.
In the few days that the little fellows were not around, his appetite had not been good. Seeing that his eyes were filled with joy, Zi Su gave Fu Ling a look. The two of them went to the kitchen and made a few bowls of mutton noodles.
The little fellows’ stomachs growled when they smelled the meat.
“Your Highness, eat with the little masters,” Zi Su said.
Prince Yan nodded and sat down at the open stone table. The three little fellows climbed onto the stone bench and grabbed their chopsticks with their small hands, looking at Prince Yan without blinking.
Prince Yan picked up his chopsticks and took the first bite before they began to eat.