C18 A Little Ball of Shame Born

After sending Qing He off, Mu Zhihuan discovered that the person who was playing with mud in the courtyard had disappeared.

When she walked into the hall, she was puzzled to find that the black ball had already been washed into a white ball. She even put on a dark green robe on his body.

That robe wasn't bought by her, but it was definitely worth a lot of money. Mu Zhihuan furrowed her brows. Was there anyone in the palace who treated Jiang Qinggran so well?

"Princess is back? This was sent by the prince just now, saying that it's for the wangfei and the crown prince. "

There was a tray on the table and a pale pink dress.

"Why did this prince suddenly go insane? So many things for us? " Mu Zhihuan did not forget to complain. As she was speaking, she suddenly realized that Seventh Madame's expression was off.

A shadow suddenly appeared on the ground. Mu Zhihui's heart skipped a beat. Why did he suddenly appear behind her every time she spoke ill of him?

Did this person install some special radar?

"Does This King need a reason to give something to his son?" An icy cold voice with a hint of anger sounded from behind him.

Mu Zhihuan felt a chill run down her spine. With great effort, she forced an ugly smile onto her face. "What are you talking about? Your highness came to see Ran'er, and Ran'er is overjoyed. Don't you think so, Ran'er?"

As she said that, Mu Zhihuan pulled out that small ball of hers and used it as a shield.

Judging from his attitude towards Jiang Qing Ran last time, he should have been a little apathetic towards her. However, blood was thicker than water, and he didn't hate her as much as he hated her.

Therefore, Mu Zhihuan had confidently and generously pushed the small ball of rice in front of her father.

Jiang Zisu's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked at the small ball of black clothes.

Jiang Qing Ran could be said to be his shame. If it wasn't because of this child, he wouldn't have married Mu Zhihuan.

This was why Jiang Zisu had never liked Jiang Qing Ran.

Before this, he had more or less heard the rumors of Jiang Qing being bullied. However, he did not pay much attention to it. After all, he had always been indifferent towards this eldest son of his.

Today, when he met Mu Zhihuan at the main entrance, he suddenly thought of the day when he had almost strangled her to death.

Jiang Qing Ran's tiny body came forth to stop him. She did not realize that this child had grown so much, but the look in her eyes was still foreign. She was even scared.

That was why he suddenly remembered when he was in the study room, he had asked someone to prepare some decent clothes for him.

He just wanted to see if his eyes, which were as bright as the night sky, were still unfamiliar to him.

That was why he put away the paper money and went into the old and worn out courtyard. This was the first time he was so close to her, and also the first time he was able to see her appearance so clearly.

His originally dirty face had been washed clean, revealing his handsome features.

A pair of black and bright eyes, exactly the same as Mu Zhihuan's, were crystal clear, making one unable to shift their gaze away. However, this small face appeared to be extremely thin and malnourished, as if there was a trace of spirit energy missing from it.

It was obvious that Jiang Qing Ran had also seen Jiang Zi Su. She pursed her lips and was a little afraid. The scene of Mu Zhihuan being strangled by him the other day suddenly flashed through her mind.

The little bun was thoroughly frightened. He quickly ran behind Mu Zhihuan and hid himself. His soft voice carried a trace of fear. "Mother …"

The moment he did this, he immediately understood who was closest and who was far between the two of them.

Jiang ZiSu's heart skipped a beat. He had never experienced such a astringent feeling before.

"I am your royal father, what are you afraid of me for? "Come here."

Jiang Qing Ran shrunk her furry head in fear upon hearing his call, and she became even more afraid to look at Jiang Zi Su directly.

Upon seeing this, Mu Zhihuan rubbed Lil 'Ran's head while half-squatting. "Ran'er, don't be afraid. He's your father, so he won't harm you."

Although he hated that scum, Jiang Zhisu, it was incomplete without a father in his childhood.

For Jiang Qinggran's future, Mu Zhihuan also wanted to encourage him to interact more with Jiang Zi Su.

Who would have thought that not only did Mu Zhihuan not mock him in a strange manner like she used to, but she even gently comforted Jiang Qinggran and had him accept her.

When Jiang Zisu glanced at Mu Zhihuan out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a gentle smile on her beautiful face.

It was as if he had never seen such an expression before. So Mu Zhihuan actually had such a beautiful side to her.

"Father, father …" Under Mu Zhihuan's encouragement, Jiang Qinggran finally stretched out her furry head from behind her, revealing her large, watery eyes. She then timidly called out to Jiang Zhisu.

Things like blood ties were really strange. Jiang Zisu had always ignored Jiang Qingqing in the past.

Today, he suddenly heard Mu Zhihuan address him as his father. That soft and soft voice was as sweet as honey, instantly causing him to feel that his displeasure had completely disappeared. Following Mu Zhihuan's example, he squatted down:

"Ran Er, come here."

He smiled stiffly and waved at Jiang Qing Ran. He had never thought that one day, he would actually want to get close to a child that had always been a sin to him.

However, he didn't know why, but he still wanted to see that blob of a girl smile sweetly when he was with Mu Zhihuan before he entered the door.

Seemingly a little afraid, the little blob shook its little head. It looked at its mother uncertainly, and only after receiving a positive answer did it carefully walk towards Jiang Zisu.

Then, he very obediently cupped his hands together and bowed, "Ran Er pays his respects to my father."

Seeing how Jiang Qing was both shy and rejecting, Jiang Zisu's outstretched hand paused in the air. In the end, he retracted it, and a hint of loneliness flashed across his face that he didn't even realize was present.

"Do you like it?"

Every year, the imperial government would pass out cloth and clothing to those imperial family members who had children with them. Today, when they went to get some clothes from Jiang Qing, only then did Jiang Zisu find out.

Yang Qiuyu had not only taken down Mu Zhihuan's belongings, but had also suppressed Jiang Qinggran's ability to eat and dress. The whole storehouse was filled with old brocade brocades that had been moth-eaten, while Jiang Qinggran was only wearing coarse cotton clothes.