In the inn, the innkeeper forced himself to lead Mo Xiuyao and the others into the guest courtyard. As soon as he stepped out of the door, he fell to the ground. His legs were weak and he couldn't get up. If it was in the past, being able to receive Prince Ding's family was naturally his inn's supreme honor. But now … when he thought of the relationship between Prince Ding and the imperial family, he couldn't help but tremble. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.
But looking at the two indifferent guards guarding the courtyard door, the innkeeper didn't have the guts to inform them. His heart trembled, but he still got up from the ground and went back to the front with a sad face.
In the end, Mo Xiuyao and the others appeared at the entrance of the inn and were seen by so many people passing by. In less than half a day, the news that Prince Ding had returned to the capital and was staying at the most luxurious inn in the capital had spread throughout the capital. Naturally, it also spread to the mansions of the nobles and the imperial palace. As for how many people were sad and happy, and how many people were so scared that they dropped the things in their hands, outsiders didn't know.
Just as everyone was panicking and having their own thoughts, in the elegant courtyard behind the inn, Leng Haoyu was complaining to Mo Xiuyao with a bitter face, "Prince, even if you want to return to the capital, you don't have to be so high-profile. Even if you want to be high-profile, you don't have to stay at the inn. It's inconvenient for us to go in and out. "
He was different from Feng San, who openly showed that he was from the Prince Ding Mansion. Even if he didn't get along with his family, he was still the second young master of the Leng family. He was just a businessman who had some friendship with Prince Ding because of his relationship with Feng San. In addition, Second Madam Leng and Princess Ding were close friends before they were married. Even so, there was no reason for them to visit Prince Ding as soon as he returned to the capital.
So poor Second Young Master Leng, who was already over thirty years old, still had to bring his wife and daughter over the wall. Ye Li and Murong Ting sat on the side. Hearing Leng Haoyu's complaints, they couldn't help but look at each other and smile. Although they hadn't seen each other for several years, their feelings for each other hadn't changed at all. The two of them sat on the side and chatted softly while watching the two children playing at the side.
Leng Haoyu and Murong Ting's son was two years younger than Little Treasure Mo and was named Leng Junhan. The three-year-old child looked very similar to Leng Haoyu. At such a young age, one could tell that he was somewhat handsome. However, compared to Mo Xiaobao's mischievous personality, Leng Junhan was more like an obedient and soft little bun. The little bun Leng Junhan seemed to hit it off with Xiaobao Mo. She ran around behind Xiaobao without hesitation, calling him brother. She was so well-behaved.
However, this kind of affinity was clearly one-sided. Xiaobao's eyes grew on the top of his head. Looking at this little bun who was hugged by his mother the moment they met, he was extremely displeased. He glared at her with his big round eyes, but Leng Junhan took it as a sign of intimacy. "Brother, let's play together." Leng Junhan grew up alone and didn't have many friends to play with. Therefore, she was naturally very happy to see this very good-looking brother.
Mo Xiaobao rolled his eyes. Who would want to play with a silly little fool? He was even more stupid than his second uncle's Xu Zhirui. "This prince won't play with a little kid who doesn't know anything."
"Mo Xiaobao!" Ye Li gave him a warning look. Mo Xiaobao was most afraid of his mother being angry, so he could only hold out his hand for Leng Junhan to hold and said proudly, "Okay, this prince reluctantly agrees to play with you."
"Brother Xiaobao is the best. Play with Junhan." Leng Junhan held Mo Xiaobao's hand happily. The word 'brother Xiaobao' immediately made Mo Xiaobao's face darken. He reached out a hand and pinched Leng Junhan's little cheek. "This prince is called Mo Yuchen. I reluctantly agree to you calling me brother Yuchen." Leng Junhan was at a loss. A three-year-old child hadn't reached the point where he could understand whether the name was pleasant or not. It was obviously brother Xiaobao. "Brother Xiaobao …"
Leng Haoyu on the side couldn't stand Mo Xiaobao bullying his son. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Oh, Prince Xiaobao, please take care of my Junhan." Mo Xiaobao's white and tender face suddenly turned red. He pointed at Leng Haoyu tremblingly for a while, then he stomped his feet and let go of Leng Junhan and ran away in tears.
Leng Junhan, who was left behind, felt wronged. "Brother Xiaobao …"
"Don't call me Xiaobao!" Mo Xiaobao's roar came from afar. Unfortunately, Leng Junhan, who was busy chasing after Brother Xiaobao, didn't hear it. "Brother Xiaobao, wait for me …"
Seeing Leng Junhan chasing after Mo Xiaobao with her short legs, Murong Ting hurriedly called the nanny to follow and asked worriedly, "Is the little prince okay?" Ye Li understood her son's temperament and said with a smile, "Let him be. He'll be fine after a while."
Leng Haoyu waved his folding fan and asked knowingly, "What's wrong with the little prince? I just called him Prince Xiaobao. He shouldn't have such a big reaction, right? "He should be used to being called that in Glass City.
Ye Li said with a smile, "It's nothing. He probably thinks that everyone in the world knows that his nickname is Mo Xiaobao. He found a place to hide and be sad. "Hearing this, Murong Ting finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. She really couldn't understand why Prince Ding and Li Li, who looked like very proper and cultured people, would give their son such a funny name and even publicize it to everyone. If it was the child of an ordinary family, it would be fine. But Mo Xiaobao was the heir of the Prince Ding Mansion. Ye Li was also very helpless. Who told Mo Xiaobao to have such a bad life and to have such an unscrupulous father?
"What does Prince think about the war between Da Chu State and the North?" Leng Haoyu looked at Mo Xiuyao and asked seriously. Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "This is a matter between Da Chu State and the North. What does I think have to do with it?"
Leng Haoyu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Prince means that our Prince Ding Mansion won't interfere in this matter?"
Mo Xiuyao said indifferently, "The imperial family won't give us a chance to interfere in this matter. If you're worried about your father, then you should make plans as soon as possible. The Prince Ding Mansion won't be of much help. If we interfere, it will only harm him. "
Leng Haoyu smiled bitterly and said indifferently, "What plans can I make? He has never thought of me, this good-for-nothing son of his, in his eyes. At most, I can only do my best to protect his life. "
Mo Xiuyao nodded, "Later, I'll have Qin Feng transfer two people to you. I'm afraid that Chu Jing won't be safe in the future. When the matter here is over, you should return to Glass City. " Leng Haoyu's answer satisfied Mo Xiuyao. As a superior, he naturally didn't like his subordinates to be so ruthless. After all, Lenghuai didn't care about Leng Haoyu, but he didn't have any enmity with him and was still his father. But at the same time, he didn't want Leng Haoyu to ruin his plans for Lenghuai.
Leng Haoyu's face lit up with joy, "Thank you, Prince." If he asked Qin Feng to transfer people, the one who would be transferred to him was naturally the elite of the elites, Qi Lin. With Qi Lin secretly protecting his father, even if his father was defeated in the future, Leng Haoyu was confident that he could bring his father back alive. Mo Xiuyao waved his hand and asked with a frown, "How is Mo Jingqi now? After Mo Jingli moved here, he actually didn't rush to ascend the throne. This isn't like his usual style. "
When he mentioned Mo Jingqi, Leng Haoyu didn't have a good impression of him. He didn't even want to pity him, "Mo Jingqi won't die for a while. Mo Jingli probably wants to torture him. But Mo Jingli also has something on me. I'm in Mo Jingqi's hands, so in the end, we can only take a step back and let Noble Consort Liu's son be the crown prince. "
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