Fenghua didn't say anything. For her, the words of these maids couldn't hurt her in the slightest, so she didn't want to make plans with them at all. It wasn't worth it.
"Qing'er, please say a word!" Seeing that Fenghua was silent, Xin'er turned to Qing'er for help, hoping that she could help her say a word.
As a result, Qing'er didn't say a word either!
Xin'er is really mad!
"Okay, you don't care, and you're not angry, then I won't be angry either, and I won't care either! Humph!"
Qing'er walked up to her and patted her shoulder: "That's right, don't be angry."
"You——" Xin'er glared at her, she didn't expect that even Qing'er wouldn't stand on her side, so sad!
Qing'er winked to show that the lady was present and not to be angry anymore.
Xin'er exhaled angrily,
This breath has been swallowed in her heart for more than a day or two. If she continues to look at it like this, she will be suffocated to death as soon as possible!
"I curse them all to have diarrhea tomorrow!!!" This is the most vicious curse for Xin'er!
"Okay!" Qing'er smiled slightly, and his eyes quickly passed by an imperceptible light.
After the curse, Xin'er felt much better.
Suddenly, I heard a "ding-dang" sound in my ears.
In the sky, an unknown object shot over. Fenghua frowned, and without even looking at it, he jumped up and stepped down quickly——
"Crack!" There was a sound of something breaking!
At this time, a five-year-old boy ran over and saw what Fenghua stepped on. He said "Wow" and cried!
"Woo... my balls... my balls... wu..."
Fenghua frowned, looked down, and realized that what he was stepping on was actually a ball made of bamboo and rattan?
"Oh, kid, don't cry, don't cry. Can my sister knit you a new one?" Xin'er hurried forward, caressed the child's head, and coaxed him.
The little boy sniffed and stared at the squashed sepak takraw ball with a sad face. His tears couldn't help but fall down.
"Where did this child come from?" Qing'er frowned and walked to Fenghua, "Could he be the prince's son?"
Xin'er was shocked, "No, the prince actually has such an old son?"
It doesn’t feel strange when you think about it. After all, the prince has so many women in his “harem” and he is not impotent. It’s not strange to have a few babies! It would be strange if he couldn’t give birth!
"What happened?" Yelujun walked over from a distance.
He just heard the child's cry from all the way away, so he came over.
What a coincidence!
Xin'er smiled awkwardly, "Prince, I'm sorry, your son is crying..."
"My son?" Yelujun frowned, and his eyes fell on the little boy next to Xin'er. This little boy had round eyes, a red face, and cherry-red lips. At a glance, he looked really good.
It's somewhat similar to him!
"Nonsense, how could I have such a big child!"
If he knew which woman dared to give birth to his child without his consent, he would definitely make her look good!
"Hey, it's not your son? Then where did this child come from?" Xin'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he is not the prince's son!
Qing'er glanced at Fenghua secretly and found that there was no expression on her face, she was still so cold! She seemed to have no interest in the origin of this child!