Chapter 782 - Make a way, Royal babies are here. (1/2)

5 years later~

” Yaling, don't be stubborn and drink this milk. No one can help you today. Drink this milk and go to sleep. No playing anymore.” Zhao Ming shouted while panting as she followed behind the little girl while holding onto her long skirt to not fall on her face.

Who would have thought that the Empress of Ji Dynasty would be running behind someone while holding a glass of milk?

And that someone is….Ji Yaling, the Princess of Ji Dynasty. The little girl was dressed in her cute, pink-colored dress whose embroidery was done by Empress Dowager herself. The girl who can make Empress Dowager run errands for her was running away from her mother who was holding a glass of plain white milk.

The girl was holding onto her dress with her small-soft hands and was running away from Zhao Ming from her dear life, bit her lower lips and ran towards the entrance of the chamber, ” I don't like milk. I won't drink it. Not today, nor tomorrow.” she shouted enough for Zhao Ming to hear.

Zhao Ming's face darkened upon hearing her daughter's bold words. Just because everyone is treating her like a princess, does she really think she is one? Well, she is. But she is Empress of Ji Dynasty, how can she talk back to her?

She gritted her teeth and wondered if this is her karma for being so picky about food that she has to be tormented by her daughter who barely touches any vegetables and only eats meat and noodles. She loves all the delicious food but when it comes to vegetables or healthy food, it always goes untouched.

How can this girl be so stubborn? Is she really her daughter? She wondered, forgetting the time where she used to gobble up the large bowls of spicy noodles while avoiding all the green veggies efficiently.

” If you don't stop, I will tell your father that you're not listening to your mother's words. Yaling, aren't you a good girl? If you don't want to get scolded by Father, then hurry up and drink this. I will give you candy afterward, okay?” Zhao Ming said in a gentle voice while looking at her expectantly.

Ji Yaling turned around and saw her mother's gentle smile, however, she knows her mother very well. It's a trap, honey trap. Using candy as bait, she will not only make her drink milk but also put her to sleep, without her will.

And as the Princess of Ji Dynasty, she will not give in to the enemy's demands. She will fight for her right, even though it's her mother. No exceptions excused.

A 'know-all' smirk appeared on her lips as she clenched her fists tightly and ran towards the entrance of the chamber using her might while wondering why this chamber is so wide that it's so long to run to the entrance of the chamber with her little legs.

However, when she turned around while running to look at Zhao Ming who was still following her, her small stature was bumped into someone.

Her small body took a huge blow and bounced back. She was about to fall on the ground when a pair of strong hands held her up.

” Ahh..” she squealed in surprise and giggled when Ji Cheng carried her in his hands and swirled her in the air once, finally settling her comfortably in his arms. He pinched her rosy-squishy cheeks and asked, ” Why is my princess running like this? Did someone bother you?” he asked in a gentle voice, looking into her large-bright eyes.

The little girl huffed and was out of energy after running away from Zhao Ming who was following her everywhere with that devil glass of milk in her hand. Even though she is her mother, how can she be so persistent?

The girl glanced at Zhao Ming who came to a halt seeing that Ji Cheng had held her and walked to them slowly, still holding that glass of milk. Seeing Zhao Ming's dark expressions, she knew what was coming her way.

Before Zhao Ming could complain, her lips curled into a pout while tears glistened in her eyes, ” Mother said I am a bad girl. She...threatened me. She said that if I don't drink milk, you will not love me anymore. Father, will you hate me if I don't drink 'this' milk?” she asked and pointed at the glass of milk in Zhao Ming's hands while sniffling, trying to hold back her tears.

”.....”