The little duck was walking around wagging its tail, and Yan'er leaned in the woman's arms, stretched out her chubby little hands, and tried to touch the duck's flat beak.

The woman has a round face, willow-leaf arched eyebrows, and looks like she is in her mid-20s. Although she is wearing a Jingchai cloth skirt, she looks very clean and gentle.

She saw a carriage approaching from a distance.

She was wary and hurriedly hugged Yan'er and turned around and entered the yard.

Several ducks waddled behind her.

Xu Hu jumped off the carriage first and asked Zhao Yuan: "Your Highness, how is your health?"

The carriage was bumpy all the way, and he was worried that His Highness's wound was not good.

Zhao Yuan followed the woman with his eyes and waved his hand: "I'm fine. Go in and have a look."

He walked quickly to the courtyard door.

Two men, an old man and a young man, came out and looked at them eagerly.

Zhao Yuan and Xu Hu were both wearing casual clothes, and it was hard to tell who they were.

"Who are you looking for?" Father Yi looked at Zhao Yuan and asked.

Zhao Yuan took out a piece of jade and said, "My surname is Zhao, and I am Yan'er's father. I'm here to take him home."

When Dad Yi saw Yujue, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Ah, it turns out that my uncle is here. Come on, please come in!"

Uncle?

Xu Hu scratched his head and thought that this old farmer was really rude.

If he knew who His Highness was, he probably wouldn't dare to say these two words.

Zhao Yuan didn't care about this little detail, he just opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

"Sanniang, that's my uncle, here to pick up the young master!" Father Yi called to his daughter-in-law.

When Li Sanniang heard this, she also smiled and walked out holding Yan'er and holding a little boy of four or five years old in her hand.

Zhao Yuan was inexplicably nervous. He took a few steps over and reached out to hug Yan'er.

Unexpectedly, Yan'er turned his head and shrank into Sanniang's arms, ignoring him at all.

Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand in the air and felt awkward immediately.

The little boy said in a sweet voice, "The young master doesn't like him."

"Guawa, don't talk nonsense!" Father Yi quickly stopped and asked his son to take his grandson away.

He smiled and said: "Little babies recognize babies, but they won't recognize them after a few days. It will be fine in a few days. Sanniang, please give the young master a hug."

Sanniang sent Yan'er to Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan had never held a child before, so he felt a little at a loss.

Yan'er twisted her body and struggled not to be held by him, closed her eyes, grinned, and burst into tears.

The tears were like water that had opened a floodgate, falling down in a thin stream.

"Mother, mother..." he cried, holding Sanniang's skirt tightly with his two chubby hands and not letting go. His face turned red from crying and his head was covered with sweat.

Li Sanniang was extremely distressed, but she didn't dare to take her back, so she could only hand Yan'er to Zhao Yuan cruelly.

Zhao Yuan had never held a child before, and Yan'er struggled and cried, almost falling off the hug.

"Sir, please be careful!" Li Sanniang hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold Yan'er's little arm.

Yan'er cried non-stop, her big eyes full of tears, and she looked wronged and sad, which was really heartbreaking.

Li Sanniang was about to cry.

Zhao Yuan wanted to cry more than she did.

He was also covered in sweat, and the wound on his back was wet with sweat. It was very painful. But he didn't care about it. He felt uncomfortable watching Yan'er struggling and crying.

He once said harsh words to Yan'er, and Yan'er might have disliked him from the bottom of her heart.

Xu Hu said weakly: "If I had known better, I would have brought a wet nurse..."
Chapter completed!