Xin Moer's eyes moved downwards and she was slightly relieved. Fortunately, her father was wearing a pair of underwear.
After washing her little body, Feng Qingcang's big hands came to her face and rubbed the washcloth on her face, from her chin, to her nose, to her eyes, and finally to her eyebrows.
He paused, carefully looked at her washed baby face, and praised without hesitation, "I didn't expect that my little princess is quite beautiful."
"Of course!" Xin Mo'er responded proudly.
"It's just that this hair is too dirty." Feng Qingcang rubbed her messy hair and directly put her head into the water to moisten it.
Di might as well know how to do this. Xin Moer choked a few mouthfuls of water and slapped the water with both hands desperately, but she didn't dare to open her eyes or open her mouth to curse. After slapping the water twice, she quickly covered it with her hands.
The ears should be closed to prevent water from pouring into the ears, which would cause otitis, which would be harmful.
After her hair was moistened, Feng Qingcang lifted her little head out of the water and rubbed it while washing it, "Well, it's quite clever. It seems that my little princess is quite intelligent."
Should she thank him for the compliment?
Xin Moer smiled, but the smile on her face was uglier than crying. She swore that she would never ask her father to help her take a bath again. This was not a bath at all. She was clearly looking for trouble for herself.
The servant gently placed Xin Moer's clothes on the smooth and clean stone slab and quietly retreated. This place was usually a forbidden area. If the prince hadn't ordered to deliver clothes to the little princess, they would never have dared to come here.
Feng Qingcang wiped her body clean, lifted it out of the water, walked to the stone slab, picked up the clothes, and prepared to put them on her.
Xin Moer grabbed it directly, pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "I can wear it myself! You get out!"
Feng Qing's eyebrows twitched, "This is my father's territory, where do you want my father to go?"
Xin Moer was speechless, put on her clothes angrily, and glared at him, "If you don't go out, I will!"
Before he could even take a step forward, he lifted him up, "Is this the tone you should use when talking to your father?"
Xin Moer clenched her two pink and tender fists tightly. He was bullying her for being small! He was obviously bullying her for being small! She was not a kitten or puppy, so why did he pick her up at every turn?
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Xin Moer took a long breath and tried to calm down her mood. Well, she had to lower her head under the eaves. For the sake of her stable and comfortable life, she endured it for the time being, and whispered sadly,
"Father..., Mo'er is very uncomfortable being hung like this."