Chapter 391 Hate
Early the next morning, Yuan Mo'er brought many gadgets into the palace to visit Xuan'er.

She didn't sleep all night, and she felt exhausted, but there was a cloud of anger in her heart that supported her to do these things.

Yuan Mo'er greeted the Empress Dowager first, and the Empress Dowager told her that Xuan'er went to Suhe Palace, and Yuan Moer went to Suhe Palace.

Xuan'er and Qinghe were playing in the yard, when Xuan'er saw the rattan ball and some things Yuan Mo'er brought, she immediately pestered Yuan Mo'er to play with him.

"Okay!" Yuan Mo'er picked up the takraw ball and kicked it out, and the two went out to chase, having a great time playing.

"Boy, you are really good at kicking sepak takraw, who taught you?" Yuan Mo'er asked panting after running around.

Xuan'er carried the takraw ball back to Qinghe, Qinghe gave him a sip of water, and wiped his sweat very familiarly.

"Sister Xiaozhu taught it!" Xuan'er smiled brightly, and there was still a trace of crystal water on the corner of her mouth.

Qinghe said: "Yes, Xiaozheng plays with Xuan'er when he has nothing to do, Xiaozheng is also a half-grown child, the two of them can always play together."

As she spoke, she took a handkerchief and stuffed it from Xuan'er's back to wipe off the sweat. These actions were all done subconsciously. She was used to sitting and doing it well. , there will be some doubts.

Yuan Mo'er looked at it calmly, then smiled and said, "So that's how it is."

She sat down, and Xiao Zhuan also served tea, she took a sip, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Xuan'er snuggled up beside Qing He, she couldn't help being slightly surprised, this princess is not very old, but she has such patience, it's really not easy.

Moreover, what she did to Xuan'er just now was out of sincere concern. Could it be that she was the one who knew the inside story and arranged for Xuan'er to enter the palace?

If it was her, it would be understandable that she was just protecting and taking care of Xuan'er instead of investigating the truth, because, as a princess deep in the palace, she really has no power.

However, just like she is just a princess in the deep palace, how could she know about Qinghe?
She urgently needs to chat with Xuan'er alone, but Princess Yili is here, so it's not so convenient after all.

Yuan Mo'er thought for a while, and said to Xuan'er: "When my aunt just came, I saw the chrysanthemums blooming very well outside, why don't you accompany my aunt to have a look."

Xuan'er shook her head, "Auntie, I don't want to see it."

Qing He looked at Yuan Mo'er, and didn't expect Yuan Mo'er to suspect this level, only thought that pulling him away was to talk about family affairs, after all, it was inconvenient to say some things in front of her, an "outsider".

She then said to Xuan'er: "Xuan'er, it's rare for your aunt to enter the palace once, so you can spend good time with her. I'm going to go in for a nap too. When you come back from playing, let Sister Cailing make you sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Xuan'er heard what Qinghe said, so she had no choice but to respond, saying: "Auntie, then let's go."

Yuan Mo'er faced Qinghe Fushen, and led Xuan'er out.

Cai Ling looked at the backs of the two of them, and said to Qing He: "Madam seems to have pulled Young Master Xuan'er away on purpose."

"The aunt and nephew are talking, so it's not convenient for me to listen." Qinghe said.

Cai Ling nodded: "Yes, after all, the princess in front of her is just the princess of today."

Yuan Mo'er took Xuan'er to wander around in the imperial garden, the garden was full of flowers, bowing and nodding in the north wind, it was so beautiful.

But Yuan Mo'er didn't want to appreciate it, she was thinking about how to ask Xuan'er.

She is not sure whether Xuan'er remembers those things.

Just as she was meditating, Xuan'er asked, "Auntie, why don't you speak?"

Yuan Mo'er smiled, stretched out her hand to brush the hair on his forehead, bent down to support his shoulder, "Xuan'er, do you miss grandma?"

"Yes!" Xuan'er replied without hesitation.

"Do you miss your grandfather?" Yuan Mo'er asked again with a smile.

"Yes!" Xuan'er replied without hesitation.

Yuan Mo'er pinched his cheek, "What about aunt? Auntie hasn't come back for so long, do you miss aunt?"

Xuan'er smiled childishly, "If my aunt doesn't come back, Xuan'er won't remember what my aunt looks like."

Yuan Mo'er smiled and said: "Didn't aunt come back? Besides, aunt is like your father. If you miss aunt, just take a look at your father. Isn't that enough?"

Xuan'er seemed not to have heard this sentence, pointing to the butterflies flying on the octopus in front of her, she said pleasantly: "Auntie, look, there are butterflies."

Yuan Mo'er looked over and saw a butterfly flying on the chrysanthemum. Xuan'er seemed to have seen a new land, so she rushed over to catch the butterfly.

The butterfly flew away suddenly, Xuan'er kept chasing after it, turned back and shouted to Yuan Mo'er: "Auntie, come quickly, let's catch the butterfly."

Yuan Mo'er was stunned for a while, then smiled and said: "Here we come!"

She ran over, took Xuan'er's hand, and ran after the butterfly.

In the end, she caught up, and Yuan Mo'er wanted to reach out to catch her, but Xuan'er stopped her, "Auntie, let's forget it, let's take a look at it this way."

Yuan Mo'er asked: "We chased so hard, you just want to see?"

"It's good to have a look. If you catch it, it might die." Xuan'er said softly.

Yuan Mo'er's heart twitched slightly, death was a very distant thing for a seven-year-old child, but Xuan'er said it in such a casual tone.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and asked, "Xuan'er, do you miss your father? He's gone on an expedition, and he might be in danger."

Xuan'er's eyes fixed on the butterfly, but did not answer Yuan Mo'er's words.

The butterfly fluttered, stopped, and circled in front of his eyes, not afraid of the approach of humans at all.

Yuan Mo'er has been waiting for his answer, when she thought he would not answer, he suddenly turned his head and said: "Father will not be in danger, he is going out for the country."

What kind of answer is this?He didn't say he missed him, and he could hear worrying about his father's safety in his tone.

Although he is only a seven-year-old child, if his father cares enough about him, or is like a normal child, he will answer yes without hesitation, just like he said just now that he misses his grandparents.

Yuan Mo'er is also a mother. When she was in eastern Guangdong, her husband went out to handle cases and would not come back for a few days. The children all missed him.

This is the mind of a normal child. At this stage, especially boys, they are deeply attached to their fathers.

On Xuan'er, I can't see it.

Yuan Mo'er thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, you are going to have a younger brother or younger sister soon, are you happy?"

Xuan'er raised her head abruptly, and looked at her in surprise, "What brother and sister?"

"Your father's wife, Li Xiangyu, is pregnant, so you will have a younger brother or younger sister soon. You won't be alone in the future, are you happy?"

When Li Xiangyu was speaking, he turned his gaze to his right side, but the corner of his eye kept staring at him.

As expected, Xuan'er showed hatred in his eyes, and Yuan Mo'er will never forget that look in his whole life.

She had never seen this kind of look in the eyes of a child, perhaps it could no longer be described as hatred, the hatred was too light to express the meaning of his eyes.

Two words came to Yuan Mo'er's mind: Hate!

(End of this chapter)

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