Gu Jiao couldn’t carefully examine their injuries at night, and it wasn’t until they were on the carriage that she discovered varying degrees of bruises and scrapes on them, all from knocks and falls along the way.
Xiao Hen had already been waiting at the entrance of the National Master Hall for quite some time.
Gu Changqing and Gu Jiao got off the carriage, holding the children in their arms.
Xiao Hen briskly walked over, and seeing the pitiable state of the two little ones, his gaze grew cold.
He turned to Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing, "You’re both alright?"
"We’re fine."
This trip, Gu Changqing and she indeed had no serious trouble, it was only the two little ones who had suffered greatly.
"Let me." Xiao Hen reached out to take the child, Little Jingkong, from Gu Changqing’s arms.
Little Jingkong, in a rare move, did not protest, though he had a grim expression on his face, his body was honest.
He obediently nestled into Xiao Hen’s arms, breathing in the scent of his body.
Having joined the family since he was three and a half, over the course of two years, he not only deeply relied on Gu Jiao but also on Xiao Hen from the bottom of his heart.
Just like a child who loves their mother the most, but also doesn’t want to go without their father.
Xiao Hen looked down at the little guy resting against his chest, "Scared, weren’t you?"
He didn’t even have the energy to be mischievous.
"Not at all," Little Jingkong snorted through his nose, "I’m just tired."
If he could still argue back, he should be alright.
Xiao Hen couldn’t help but smile, "Alright, you’re tired, so you can rest today."
"No homework."
"Fine."
"And I want candy."
"That can be arranged."
Little Jingkong’s eyes, dark as grapes, swiveled around.
Seizing the rare moment of his brother-in-law being so understanding, he decided to bargain for some small benefits for himself.
Xiao Hen could easily see through his little tricks, and pinched his cheek, warning, "Moderation is key, otherwise I’ll take back those concessions, too."
Little Jingkong’s face darkened in a second.
True to form, the bad brother-in-law!
Suppressing the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, Xiao Hen said to Gu Jiao, "I’ll take Jingkong for a bath first. If anyone asks, I’ll say he bravely stepped forward to save my little aunt, and I need to keep this little benefactor at the National Master Hall for a few days."
It was a good excuse.
"There’s one thing I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Shouldn’t it be ’little aunt’?" Gu Jiao asked. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
With a light smile, Xiao Hen explained, "The imperial Changsun family’s surname is Shangguan. According to the customs of the Dayan royal family, those with the same surname address each other as ’aunt’."
Gu Jiao suddenly realized, "Oh, that’s how it is. Then I’ll take the Little Princess back to the palace first."
Xiao Hen, watching the Little Princess clinging to Gu Jiao’s neck, refusing to let go, said, "No need, the ruler is on his way here."
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
The ruler had heard that the Little Princess was sent back to the palace but had been waiting in vain for her appearance, so he decided to come to the National Master Hall to inquire about the situation.
Upon learning that the Little Princess was at the Qilin Hall, he rushed over without a second thought.
"Your Majesty, please slow down!" Zhang Dequan could hardly keep up!
Does Your Majesty think you’re still young at your age?
Are you not afraid of falling over?
"Xiaoxue!"
The ruler’s voice reached the hall before he did.
The Little Princess lifted her head from Gu Jiao’s embrace, gazing eagerly towards the entrance.
The moment the ruler rushed in, the Little Princess burst into tears, crying, "Waaah—Uncle Emperor... bad people captured me..."
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