Sanniang was busy following Yan'er.

Yan'er lay in her arms, twitching, leaving only the back of her head for Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan looked at his round head that was slightly sweaty and felt helpless.

Who told him to commit evil before? Not only did he attack Yan'er, but he also attacked his mother in front of him.

What good impression can Yan'er have on him?

Xu Hu looked on, feeling heartbroken for His Highness.

"Go back first." Zhao Yuan told Xu Hu, "Find another carriage for me."

Most of the carriages hired by civilians are simple and crude, not as gorgeous and comfortable as his carriage.

He wanted to make Yan'er sit more comfortable.

Xu Hu hurriedly responded.

As for Sanniang, she is in a bit of a dilemma.

Although when the young lady left the young master behind, she said that my uncle would come to pick him up after a while.

But the young lady didn’t tell her the identity of her uncle, so she could follow him casually?

When Dad Yi found out, he went to tell Xu Hu.

Xu Hu said: "Let me tell you, our father's status is extraordinary. Your daughter-in-law can go with you. That is her fate. When we get to the place, we will naturally let her back."

Dad Yi could only agree.

Their whole family was favored by Ming and Yun Dai, so they had to protect the young master even if they risked their lives. What's more, they were just helping to send him back.

Sanniang went back to the house and packed away Yan'er's clothes, diapers, etc., as well as a few small toys.

Yan'er stopped crying, holding a little cloth tiger, and leaned obediently in Sanniang's arms. Her big black and white eyes were twinkling, and her little face was white and cute.

Zhao Yuan saw that the cloth tiger in his hand was old and even frayed in some places, so he reached for it and said, "Don't take this old and worn thing. I'll give you a new one when I get home."

Yan'er was stunned for a moment, looked at his empty hands, opened his mouth slowly, and then started crying.

Zhao Yuan: "...How old is this place? And it's so ugly."

Yan'er didn't care and didn't understand, so she cried harder and harder.

Sanniang was busy patting Yan'er on the back and coaxing her, and whispered to Zhao Yuan: "Uncle, please return the cloth tiger to the young master. This is made by the young lady herself. Although it is old, the young master will sleep with it every day."

You just have to hold it."

"Did she do it?" Zhao Yuan paused and immediately returned the cloth tiger to Yan'er, trying to make his voice gentle, "Such a good cloth tiger should always be kept."

Yan'er hugged Buhu, stopped crying, pursed her lips, and leaned on Sanniang's shoulder with tears in her eyes, leaving the back of her head to him.

Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly.

Xu Hu hired a carriage, but Sanniang didn't dare to ride in Zhao Yuan's carriage, so she hugged Yan'er and got into the back one.

On the way back to the palace, Yan'er was well-behaved and fell asleep after a while.

When he woke up, the carriage had stopped at the gate of the palace.

Sanniang came out with Yan'er in her arms and looked at the palace gate and the high red wall. Everyone was dumbfounded.

My uncle is actually a nobleman in the palace?

No wonder he is so magnanimous.

The people in the palace were confused, and the news that the prince had brought a boy back spread instantly.

Liu Dequan watched carefully. When he saw Sanniang, he didn't take it seriously. He first looked at the little emperor's grandson.

Seeing this, his eyes lit up.

This pink and jade-shaped little face, red phoenix eyes, and straight nose are exactly the same as His Highness the Crown Prince.

If this wasn't the prince's own flesh and blood, he would dare to eat the Buddha dust in his hand.

Liu Dequan's heart, which had always been hanging, suddenly fell down and was completely settled.
Chapter completed!