C19 Palace Feast (1/2)

But he didn't want to blame Yang Qiuyu, he was responsible for this matter. It was because of his indifferent attitude that Yang Qiuyu dared to be so impudent.

”I like it!”

After all, he was just a child. When he realized that his father wasn't looking at him coldly like before, he finally relaxed a little bit.

”Why is royal father suddenly so nice to Ran'er? And I still have a few days before my birthday. ”

Hearing the innocent words of the little blob, she looked at him with flawless eyes.

The guilt in Jiang Zi Su's heart grew even stronger. Just by giving him what he deserved, he already felt that he was treating him well?

”If you lack anything in the future, just tell Father that he'll give it to you.”

He rubbed Jiang Qing's furry little head. It felt very soft to the touch.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Jiang Zisu rubbed his hands a few more times before he finally decided to take them back. Suddenly, a small hand tugged at him.

Feeling the pulling force from Little Fatty's hand, Jiang Zisu lowered his eyes and looked at the ball in confusion.

Jiang Qing Ran clumsily took out a light pink silk handkerchief from her old pants that she hadn't taken off yet. Then, she pulled Jiang Zi Su's big hands and began to wipe them very seriously.

Looking at the ink stains on the silk handkerchief, Jiang Zisu finally realized what he was doing.

Jiang Zisu's throat trembled slightly. He stood there for a long time, unable to say a word.

A soft touch came from his fingertips, causing his heart to soften. How cruel was he to be so cold to this child before?

”Mother said that carrying a handkerchief with you is the practice of an adult. So your father is just like me, often getting his hands dirty. But why didn't you bring a handkerchief to wipe your hands?”

Although Jiang Qing Ran's voice was soft, it was still very serious. He folded the handkerchief in a mess and stuffed it into Jiang Zi Su's hands:

”Ran'er, help me clean it up. Don't be so dirty next time, or else you'll make your mother unhappy.”

Mu Zhihuan, who was standing not far behind him, had an embarrassed look on her face. This devilish brat didn't know whether to praise him for being sensible or to curse him for being too naive.

Jiang Zi Su accepted the handkerchief that had already been wiped dirty under the gaze of the small group of people.

Then, he tried his best to slow down his tone, ”Do you want to enter the palace with your father tomorrow, the day after the birth of the crown prince?”

”I... Can I? ” The little ball of light suddenly widened its bright eyes, full of hope and spirit.

Seeing that he was looking at him with both anticipation and caution, Jiang Zi Su felt a sense of joy in his heart. His eyes softened a little as he said, ”You are the eldest son of my father, so of course you can.”

”Yeah!”