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Chapter 210 The authoritarian little queen mother VS the pitiful little prince 10
The news that Yin Ling adopted Ling Luoyan spread quickly.

Everyone knows that Ling Xiao's ability to secure the throne is inseparable from the support of the Yin family.

Now that Yin Ling has adopted the prince himself, no one will be suspicious.

The next day, Mrs. Yin entered the palace.

At that time, Yin Ling was teaching Ling Luoyan how to practice swordsmanship.

The little child, with wounds all over his body, held a sword in his hand and followed Yin Ling in waving it.

After a while, his face was covered with sweat.

His face was covered in bruises and his head was sweating profusely, so pitiful.

Mrs. Yin looked at the scene in front of her and was stunned for a long time.

In my heart, I muttered something silently, why did you commit sin and torture the child like this?
"My wife, I have met the Queen Mother." She bowed to Yin Ling in a polite manner.

Yin Ling sheathed her sword and walked towards Mrs. Yin. She raised her hand and gave Mrs. Yin a hand. She arched her eyebrows and said, "There are no outsiders here. Why do you think my mother is like this?"

Mrs. Yin looked at the bright smile on Yin Ling's face and couldn't help but smile.

I thought that after entering the palace, I would never see my daughter’s smile again.

Now it seems that it is not invisible.

"Are you still getting used to being in the palace?" Mrs. Yin stretched out her hand, patted Yin Ling's hand, and spoke lovingly.

Mrs. Yin's hand was extremely warm and her movements were very gentle, which made Yin Ling stunned for a moment.

In just a moment, he returned to his original state, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, he arched his eyebrows and said, "It's good, but when you want to fight, no one dares to do it."

Speaking of the latter part, I felt quite depressed.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yin shook her head helplessly, "You, you have been thinking about wielding a sword all day long."

When he said this, his tone was full of doting.

Yin Ling listened, with a trace of novelty flashing in his eyes.

With a calm expression on her face, she continued to hold Mrs. Yin's hand, "Mother, why are you free to come to the palace today, but there is no one to play Pai Gow with you?"

Mrs. Yin "..."

"What are you talking about, kid? I can't come into the palace to see you?" "Of course I can." He took Mrs. Yin's arm and sat down at the table, "Sit down."

Madam Yin was about to sit down when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Ling Luoyan, who was holding a small sword and standing motionless in the courtyard with a reserved expression, "This...is the Ninth Prince, right?"

When Yin Ling heard this, he remembered Ling Luoyan, whom he had forgotten.

"Xiao Luoyan, come here." Yin Ling waved to Ling Luoyan.

Hearing this, Ling Luoyan held his sword and trotted up to Yin Ling.

"Come, call grandma."

"Grandma... Grandma." Ling Luoyan stood beside Yin Ling and called out obediently.

The voice was small and soft, and it directly melted Mrs. Yin's heart.

"Hey! Be good." Mrs. Yin reached out and pulled Ling Luoyan to her, pinched Ling Luoyan's face, rubbed Ling Luoyan's head, and smiled like a flower.

Ling Luoyan stood with a reserved expression and allowed Mrs. Yin to move.

"I said, Lingling, you just teach your child how to practice swordsmanship. Why did you beat the child like this?"

Yin Ling "..."?
Look at this pot, it's dark and big.

"Look, what a delicate little face you have beaten like this." But Mrs. Yin felt so distressed that she rubbed Ling Luoyan's face again.

It wasn't until a trace of pain flashed across Ling Luoyan's eyes that Mrs. Yin stopped her hand, "I'm sorry, little Luoyan, grandma must have hurt you."

"No...it won't hurt." Ling Luoyan said obediently.

In this way, Mrs. Yin's claws are ready to move again.

Seeing this, Yin Ling pulled the child over and away from Mrs. Yin.

When Mrs. Yin saw this, she stopped.

"Mother, you didn't hit me." Ling Luoyan was led by Yin Ling and spoke again.

The sweet and soft voice made Mrs. Yin feel itchy again.

(End of this chapter)