Dissatisfaction appeared in Xin Moer's eyes. She hated this woman's touch! She quickly turned her head away, the purse in her hand fell off, she pinched her nose, and a childish voice sounded, "How come there is the smell of body odor here?"
Zuo Wan's face was completely frozen to the freezing point, and her face was distorted. No matter how stupid she was, she understood that this little girl didn't want to see her at all, and even disliked her very much, just as she disliked this little girl.
Feng Qingyu's eyes twitched. He felt that his smell sensitivity was still very good. He didn't even smell the body odor on Zuo Wan. How did she smell it?
Xin Moer's pretty forehead wrinkled in displeasure, and she snorted from her nose, "Father, do you smell it? It stinks so much!"
The little head moved two points closer to Zuo Wan, then quickly retracted, pointing at Zuo Wan with disgust, "So, it's the body odor emanating from your body?! You said you look like a human or a dog?"
How come you smell so bad!"
Zuo Wan had a sinister look in his eyes, which he immediately concealed without a trace. His eyes were blurred, and he looked at Feng Qingcang aggrievedly, and whispered, "Prince Xu..."
With such a pear blossom in the rain, it would be hard for even Liu Xiahui to remain calm. Any normal man would probably feel pity and love for the flower.
Feng Qingcang didn't even raise her head, she looked at the little person in her arms and scratched the tip of her nose lovingly, "Mo'er, you're naughty again."
Xin Moer smiled naively. She didn't want to have any trouble with the prime minister's daughter. She just wanted Zuo Wan to retreat. Her father belonged to her alone, so she couldn't find a stepmother for her so early.
Abuse her.
Although this woman looks gentle and pleasant, the way she looks at her is obviously hostile and fierce. If she really marries into Prince Xu's palace, will she still have a good life?
For some reason, Feng Qingyu felt particularly dazzling when he saw the warm interaction between father and daughter.
"Report! Your Majesty, the emperor sent someone to deliver the imperial edict and is waiting in the hall." A guard entered the garden and knelt down respectfully to report.
Feng Qingcang raised his eyebrows. He had already said everything he needed to say when he went to court this morning. Is there anything else worthy of the emperor's personal decree?
He gently put down the person in his arms and walked toward the front hall with long strides.
Feng Qingyu saw that Feng Qingcang's expression was a little solemn, and he was a person who liked to join in the fun. He was happy to see anything that could make his second emperor brother worry, so he followed him to the front hall.
Xin Moer didn't follow him. Whether it was an imperial edict or not had nothing to do with her, and she didn't like to join in the fun.
Zuo Wan's sad expression immediately calmed down, and there was a smile in her eyes. Before leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion this morning, my father had said that he would ask the emperor for a decree to grant a marriage. Could it be that he succeeded?
When she thought of this possibility, her whole heart almost jumped out of joy, so she held her head high, approached Xin Mo'er arrogantly, and said proudly, "I will be the mistress of Prince Xu's Mansion soon. From now on, you have to
Respect me."
Xin Moer's small body was upright, and her words were powerful, "This princess only respects the dead."