Favorite Princess

Chapter 250 The Crown Prince’s Fame Smelly Street (2)
"No matter how sad you are, with uncle here, aunt and grandma are actually happy." Yi'an held the child in his arms with a smile, rubbed his face, and felt that it felt good, so he said softly, "Today, uncle Well done. Standing in front of my aunt, this style makes people feel at ease."

Seeing that the Seventh Prince couldn't help laughing, she only paused for a moment, then covered the twinkling light in her eyes, and continued, "As long as there is uncle, aunt, and I, I won't be afraid, because I know , Uncle will definitely protect us, right?"

"That's right!" The Seventh Prince said proudly, leaning up his little neck.

"It's just that we are relatives, so we shouldn't say such hypocritical things." Yi'an smiled, and under the puzzled eyes of the Seventh Prince, he said softly, "Compared with the words against my will just now, I want to tell my uncle that everything is fine. Take care of yourself first."

Seeing the Seventh Prince blinking and looking at her suspiciously, she sighed softly in her heart, touched the child's face, looked into his eyes and said softly, "Do what you can, if uncle is capable, protect us. If not If you haven't, please take care of yourself first. Aunt..." She paused, and then continued, "Compared with the joy of being protected by uncle, she must care more about uncle's own safety and joy."

"Sister An..." The Seventh Prince called out childishly.

"Uncle has a heart, that's good." Yi'an couldn't help laughing when he heard the child clumsily calling himself. He bent his eyes and said with a smile, "In the future, when uncle grows stronger, he will be our reliance. Uncle is unwilling, and I want to hide under Uncle's wings."

The seventh prince has already stretched his little arms, and now he is about to hug his niece under his "wings".

Yi'an's neck was almost broken by the small arm, and he hurriedly put the uncle who was eager to "protect" him aside, rubbed his neck and stopped talking.

"From now on, I will protect Sister An, ah!" As if sensing Yi An's kindness, the Seventh Prince crawled into Yi An's arms, hugged her neck and smiled softly.

Uncle and niece were laughing and getting close, when the palace carriage arrived outside Pingyanghou's residence.

The Seventh Prince struggled to climb down from the car without the help of others. After standing still, he was still on his toes to help Yi An behind him. This small appearance made the eldest wife who came out to greet him laugh out loud. stand up.

"Where did this come from?" Although it was the first time seeing the Seventh Prince, but he was wearing the clothes of a prince, so he was naturally recognized by the eldest lady. Seeing the chubby little prince turning his head, she was about to Greetings, but I saw the little prince walking over with small figure-of-eight steps, holding Fat Claw seriously and coughing by his mouth, raised his head and asked in a very solemn voice, "Yes, is that the eldest cousin?" The wife was stunned, and he turned his head quickly, seeing that Yi An was smiling and nodding to himself, he turned his head and shouted to the eldest lady with a smile, "Big cousin, I am Xiao Qi."

The eldest lady was stunned by this familiarity, but she was so scheming that a smile appeared on her face, she leaned over and said with a smile, "So it's Xiaoqi." She never mentioned the word "seventh prince", as if the person in front of her , just a cousin of his own.

The chubby little prince nodded in satisfaction, and looked around, with his teeth cracked, as if he was looking for something.

"Uncle?" Under the twitching eyes of the eldest wife, Yi'an stepped forward and called out.

"What?!" The eldest lady couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Sister An is cute, Xiaoqi likes it very much." The seventh prince, who was wandering around for some reason, turned his head and called out seriously, then his eyes lit up, and he turned around and walked back to the door from the street. Silently looking at his wife and beloved daughter in front of the Great Master.

The tall and solemn man, who was covered in chills, looked expressionlessly at the squatting boy who raised his head.

(End of this chapter)