C11 If I Lie to You Im Going to Get a Pimple! (1/2)

”A trip? Esteemed wangfei, do you want to buy something? ”

Mu Zhihuan giggled. ”You guessed it right!” Seventh Madame quietly leaned over and whispered into Seventh Madame's ears, but Seventh Madame nodded in succession in agreement.

”Then, Seventh Madame, you should go now. You should be able to hurry back before dinner!”

After sending Seventh Madame off, Mu Zhihuan rested her chin on her hands. Even if Seventh Madame could leave the manor for her, there were still some things that she needed to do personally.

The matter of leaving the residence must be resolved as soon as possible!

”Mother, can I play with you?”

After playing around with the mud, Jiang Qing Ran moved closer to Mu Zhihuan with a face full of stains. Although it looked dirty, it was also stupid and adorable.

”Look at you, you're already playing like a little kitten.” He then took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. ”Mother is busy. Go and play.”

Jiang Qing's heart was filled with anticipation, but she was rejected. She curled her lips and asked, ”Mother, are you thinking about Father again?”

He did not like that aloof father, because he was always very poor to himself and his mother.

Seeing Jiang Qing's head droop down, Mu Zhihuan carried him over and comforted him softly, ”He's your father after all.”

Obviously, this sort of consolation was better than nothing. Jiang Qing Ran was full of indignation. ”Father is together with Mistress Yang all day. Mother, we are doing well. Wouldn't it be better to not provoke them?”

Mu Zhihuan had not expected Jiang Qing Ran's thoughts to be so mature. With such a small head, she could tell not to fight with Yang Qiuyu. She felt both gratified and pained at the same time.

However, she had to give it her all for her and Jiang Qing's future, ”You just said that your royal father is always together with Mistress Yang? Are they together now? ”Where is it?”

Hearing that Mu Zhihuan still wanted to look for those two, Jiang Qing's small face creased into a bun. ”I won't tell you!”

Noticing that Jiang Qing Ran was adamant about not telling her about it and not unaware of it, Mu Zhihuan's gaze shifted.

Knowing what Jiang Qing Ran was feeling awkward about, Mu Zhihuan reached out her hand and turned his face towards her. With a rare serious tone, she said,

”Ran'er, do you want to go to the academy, wear beautiful clothes, and live in a beautiful house?”

Jiang Qing Ran's' thoughts' were about to reach her mouth, but when she thought that Mu Zhihuan would be bullied again if she went to look for them, she fell silent.