Xiao Ci looked like he was getting angry from embarrassment. Xiao Yang chuckled twice as if he was watching a good show: "Uncle, no, my nephew is here just now, you have to leave."
"My nephew has recently fallen in love with a girl, and he wants to consult with the emperor for advice. Please don't just leave like this."
"Nonsense, you have no control over your mouth, you can say anything." Empress Dowager Jiang then scolded her.
Xiao Yang immediately stopped speaking.
Empress Dowager Jiang said again: "Go, the emperor has nothing to do these days, so you might as well go and sit."
"Let Qing Huan sit here for a while, have lunch at Ai's house later, and then go back together."
Xiao Ci responded respectfully and left the hall without even looking at anyone in the hall.
Song Qinghuan followed Xiao Ci from the corner of her eyes, sighing in her heart that she wanted to leave too.
As soon as Xiao Ci left, Song Qinghuan became even more transparent, sitting aside and looking at his nose and heart.
That Xiao Yang was very mean-mouthed, and he only picked out old stories from his past.
Xiao Wei sat aside and said nothing, looking at Song Qinghuan with mocking and contemptuous eyes.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan was restless, Empress Dowager Jiang also smiled and pretended to be angry.
When Song Qinghuan heard that it was Xiao Jingtong, she became even more confused. It seemed that Queen Mother Jiang wanted to take this opportunity to give her more power.
Suddenly, I envied Xiao Ci even more for being able to escape first.
Xiao Jingtong walked into the palace with short legs. Before he could say anything, he cried and threw himself on Empress Dowager Jiang's lap.
"Ouch, what's going on?" Empress Dowager Jiang touched her head with a loving look on her face, then with great effort she carried her to the seat next to her and sat down.
"What's going on? Why have you been wronged? Tell your grandmother the truth quickly."
He added: "Whoever messes with the Grandmother's precious granddaughter, the Grandmother will not spare her."
Xiao Yang, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but said: "Who else could it be? If the stepmother comes in, how can this little girl be so angry?"
Song Qinghuan sat aside and wanted to knock Xiao Yang's teeth with a stick. This guy was too talkative, and it was not a big deal to watch the fun all day long.
Xiao Jingtong originally only cried softly, but when he called Xiao Yang, he immediately started crying with his mouth open.
"Royal grandmother, a child doesn't want a mother, a child doesn't want a mother."
The little man started crying, and her voice was heard throughout the hall.
Before Queen Mother Jiang could speak, she cried again: "It's not like Tong'er has no mother. Tong'er's mother is dead, so Tong'er doesn't want a stepmother."
"They all say that a stepmother has a stepfather. It's true. My father has been cruel to me this morning."
"What's going on?" Empress Dowager Jiang frowned and looked at Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan stood up immediately, with a look of fear on his face.
Xiao Jingtong continued to complain: "Tong'er doesn't want to serve her tea, but my father, my father, insists on forcing me to serve her tea."
Her eyes were full of tears, and her eyes were blurry. She pointed at Song Qinghuan and said, "She, she asked my father to take care of me. She, what does she mean? I am my father's child, and my father takes care of me."
It doesn't matter what my business is with her."
Song Qinghuan's face suddenly turned blue and white, and he opened his mouth to explain, but he seemed hesitant to speak.
Xiao Yang laughed twice and nodded at Xiao Jingtong: "You are a pitiful little girl. At such a young age, you are both stepmother and stepfather."
When he said this, Xiao Jingtong suddenly started howling at the top of his lungs: "I don't want a stepmother, and I don't want a stepfather, I don't want, Grandma Huang, you get rid of her, you get rid of her..."
"Nonsense..." Mrs. Jiang had an angry look on her face and slapped her hand on the table. Xiao Jingtong was so frightened that she even forgot to cry.
Xiao Yang wanted to add fuel to the fire, but Xiao Wei held him back.
With a frown, Xiao Wei said: "Grandma Huang, my grandson and the fourth child have errands to run, so they have to leave first and come back later to pay their respects to Grandma Huang."
Empress Dowager Jiang's old face was as gray as the bottom of a pot, and she waved her hand: "Go ahead."
Xiao Yang wanted to speak, but he was pulled tightly by Xiao Wei and slipped out of the hall.
As soon as they left, Queen Mother Jiang suddenly became angry: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Xiao Jingtong didn't dare to howl anymore, and looked at Queen Mother Jiang with watery eyes, a look of grievance on her face.
Empress Dowager Jiang said: "Your biological mother died young, and the Ai family couldn't find a mistress in Prince Rui's palace, so they brought you into the palace together with Brother Chuan to raise you."
"You are a child raised by the Ai family, how can you be so pampered and overbearing? Your mother also arranged the marriage in the Ai family, so that she can take good care of you brothers and sisters in the future."
"It's a good thing for you, relying on the love of the Ai family, you just married, right? Your father married the princess, and you said you don't serve tea, you don't serve tea, you don't serve tea, you say you go back, you go back?"
"You have disappointed the Aijia so much. All the teachings the Aijia have given over the years have gone into the dog's belly."
"Grandma Huang..." Xiao Jingtong started to cry again, tears falling down.
"Mother, the child is still young, just teach him slowly..." Song Qinghuan advised him hurriedly and matter-of-factly.
Xiao Jingtong turned his head, glanced at Song Qinghuan, and said viciously: "You are so hypocritical, it's all because of you..."
"Bastard..." Queen Mother Jiang became even more angry.
"If the Aijia sees you being so rude in the future, the Aijia will have to ask the upbringing mama to temper your temper."
Xiao Jingtong did not dare to make a sound at that moment. He just bit his lip and cried hard.
After Queen Mother Jiang finished teaching Xiao Jingtong, she turned to look at Song Qinghuan and lectured: "You are the same, the child must be taught well from a young age, otherwise, when he grows up, he will never be able to break up."
He added: "Now that you are the mother of Brother Chuan and Sister Tong, you should take over the upbringing of these two children. If the children disobey, you should be taught a lesson or punished. You should move out."
Act like a mother."
"Don't use the excuse that your child is young all day long. If you dare to say such rebellious words now when you are young, you will be able to do it again when you are older."
Song Qinghuan's expression was complicated, and he said with sincerity and fear: "Mother, I, I have never raised a child, I, I..."
Queen Mother Jiang then said: "Just because I have never raised children, I have to learn how to do so now."
After a pause, he then said: "The Ai family looks at this. From tomorrow onwards, Brother Chuan and Sister Tong will not be summoned by the Ai family and will not be allowed to enter the palace at will. The children must study, learn the rules of Nu Hong, etc.
You make the arrangements yourself."
"Mother, I..." Song Qinghuan was about to speak.
Xiao Jingtong cried loudly again: "Grandma Huang, my granddaughter doesn't want it, my granddaughter doesn't want it..."
Empress Dowager Jiang's attitude was very tough: "This matter has nothing to do with you. Back then, the Ai family also took your brothers and sisters into the palace to educate you because of the early death of your biological mother."
"Now that your father has remarried, the Ai family cannot be like before..."
Empress Dowager Jiang kept saying this truth one after another, and Xiao Jingtong cried like a child whose mother had died.
Song Qinghuan stood aside, with a look of embarrassment on his face, but bursts of lament in his heart.
As soon as I entered the house, I started to have a big relationship with my stepdaughter. In the future, alas...
