"Your Majesty." Princess Yan was supposed to be the elder, but she took the initiative to say hello to Feng Danyuan.
Feng Danyuan was in a good mood today and rarely called out: "Princess."
Seeing her looking towards the door again, he said a few more words: "The carriages of Feng Danning and Feng Weihuan are slow, and it will take a stick of incense to arrive."
"Well, those two children have made the prince worry." Princess Yan said gratefully.
The day after Feng Weihuan left home, a letter from Feng Danyuan arrived, saying that someone would be watching over him on the way and nothing would happen.
Princess Yan felt relieved now, otherwise she would have chased them to Jiangnan. Feng Danning and Feng Weihuan were her thorns in the side, and if something went wrong, she would not be able to survive.
"There's nothing to worry about, they are all adults." Feng Danyuan replied calmly, but his eyes fell on Wei Zi's face: "You want to hold the child?"
From the moment she entered this yard, her eyes never left the child.
Princess Yan also reacted and whispered to the little guy playing with the wooden kite: "Yu'er, your mother is back, can you give her a hug?"
The little guy looked at Wei Zi with his big eyes open.
Wei Zi smiled gently at him and stretched out her hand.
Unexpectedly, the little guy turned his head, put his arms around Princess Yan and hummed: "Come and hug her."
Not giving Wei Zi any face at all.
Wei Zi knew that the little one didn't know her and it was normal not to let her hold her, so he put down his hand and smiled at Princess Yan: "Xiao Yu is afraid of life."
Feng Danyuan frowned: "What are you afraid of? I'm ignorant."
She stretched out her long arm and took the child directly from Princess Yan's arms.
He doesn't know how to hold the child, he almost carries the child.
The little guy's mouth tightened and he started crying: "Come on, come on..."
"Yuan'er, what are you doing?" Mrs. Feng felt extremely distressed when she saw her child crying.
Princess Yan wanted to persuade her but didn't dare to. She just said: "Yuer, be good and don't cry. This is Daddy..."
Wei Zi was really speechless and quickly stepped forward to take the little guy away from Feng Danyuan: "You scared him."
The little guy struggled in Wei Zi's arms, opening his hands and crying towards Princess Yan: "Come on, hold me, come on..."
"Princess, I'm in trouble." Wei Zi asked Princess Yan for help with some embarrassment.
"Yu'er, grandma, give me a hug." Princess Yan hugged the child again like a treasure.
"Why is there no peace in this house as soon as you come back?" came a rather majestic voice.
Wei Zi's heart trembled and a bad premonition arose, and sure enough——
"I care about my son, what does it have to do with you?" Feng Danyuan said coldly.
"I don't care about my son, what does it have to do with you?" King Yan raised his voice.
"Ha." Feng Danyuan sneered, raised his chin slightly, his peach blossom eyes darkened, "I can't compare to a father like you, King Yan."
"You traitor!" King Yan said angrily.
"You can just remove the 'zi', it will be more palatable. I keep saying these words every time, don't you mind, my ears are getting calluses when I hear them." Feng Danyuan retorted mercilessly.
"Shut up, everyone!" Mrs. Feng couldn't bear it anymore: "You think I have a long life and am an eyesore to you, don't you?"
"My son doesn't dare."
"My grandson doesn't dare."
As soon as the old lady showed off her power, she was still tense. The two people who were tit for tat had very consistent attitudes and rhetoric.
"Noisy, noisy, no peace when we meet. Are you father and son, or are you enemies? I don't ask you to be kind as father and filial as son, but I ask that you don't make a fool of yourself." Mrs. Feng tapped the ground with her cane, with an angry look on her face.
