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As a result, even the imperial envoy's trip was delayed, and he had to stop at the inn for two more days.

Housekeeper Zhou couldn't do anything about it all night long, and Bei Bei couldn't persuade him, so he was so angry that he gave up. They had no choice but to send a message to Zhan Beihan for help, asking him what to do.

Without Zhan Beihan's order, no one dared to be harsh with Hanhan, and they were afraid that he would hurt himself on impulse, so the situation was still at a stalemate.

Xiao Lingyue held her forehead in her heart and looked at Zhan Beihan, whose handsome face turned dark.

What is this called?

This is called having a baby in your house, and you can’t afford to pay attention to the roof for a day!

She couldn't help but wonder again - Zhan Beihan, how did you raise your son?

They are obviously twins with the same genes.

Why is it that Beibei is so sensible and obedient, while Hanhan is so arrogant that people still can't bear to talk about him.

Xiao Lingyue closed the letter and said with a half-smile: "What did I say before? I left Hanhan alone in the palace. He must be reluctant. You still don't believe it. Is it okay now? There are eight hundred letters asking for help.

Riga sent it in a hurry. Everyone knows that you can't control your son. Isn't it a big embarrassment?"

She even gloated over the misfortune!

Zhan Bei gave her a cold look and was too lazy to talk to her. He laid out paper, studied ink, and picked up a pen to write a reply.

Xiao Lingyue turned sideways, glanced at the paper, and immediately became anxious, reaching out and grabbing his pen.

"Are you not mistaken? Hanhan has already made such a big fuss, and you still want Ye San Ye Si to take him back by force? Are you as forceful as you?"

Zhan Beihan raised his narrow phoenix eyes and said coldly: "Otherwise? Just let him continue to make trouble in such a shameful way?"

"Now you think Hanhan is embarrassed. Why didn't you teach him the rules before? Isn't his temper of not giving up until he achieves his goal something he learned from you, a father?"

Xiao Lingyue looked at him and said without giving in.

The man choked, leaned back in the chair, and crossed his arms: "Then what should I do?"

"You get up and I'll write." Xiao Lingyue walked around the desk and motioned for him to give up her seat.

Zhan Beihan raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Xiao Lingyue rushed towards him unexpectedly, and he grabbed her waist and turned her around, and she immediately sat in his arms, facing the desk.

Xiao Lingyue was surprised and annoyed, and turned to glare at him: "What are you doing?"

"Isn't that enough?" Zhan Beihan put one hand around her slender waist, pulled the paper with the other, and put it in front of her, "You write."

He wanted to see what she could write.

"How do you want me to write like this?"

Xiao Lingyue only felt that the "cushion" under her body was hot. The man's slender thigh muscles were tight and the bones were thin and strong, holding her firmly. She felt uncomfortable all over.

"Why can't you write? I'm stopping you from writing?"

Zhan Beihan's arms tightened around her waist, and he leaned forward, his strong chest pressed against her thin back.

He was a bit taller than her, with broad shoulders and slender arms, encircling her whole body in his arms. He raised his sharp chin and rested it on her shoulder. His breath when he spoke was sprayed on her.

to her ears.

Xiao Lingyue tensed her back as if she was electrocuted, and her ears turned faintly red: "You"

"Write it." The man said in a lazy and casual tone, half-smiling, "I'll let you know how you discipline your son from eight hundred miles away."

Xiao Lingyue glared at him.

After all, her son was more important, and she had no intention of arguing with him. The nib of her pen was stained with ink, and she lowered her head to write seriously.

Zhan Beihan said he wanted to see her discipline her son, but actually he didn't read a word of it.
Chapter completed!