The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 229 Extra 1 Lotus Sachet
"Mother, when will Daddy come back?"

In the cozy little house, the morning light penetrates through the window. A small figure sits on a bench in front of the mirror, swinging his legs happily.

Lin Yirou stood behind her, combing her hair carefully. Listening to Xiao Xiaowan's expectant question, she felt mixed emotions, but she still suppressed the bitterness in her heart and forced a smile: "It will be quick. Daddy is very busy. We can't disturb him, understand?"

"Okay~" Xiao Xiaowan answered straightforwardly.

She was happy. Last night, Daddy not only hugged her, but also ate with her and told her bedtime stories. But he always left in a hurry.

But it doesn’t matter, Xiao Xiaowan can wait for him to come back.

Today, her mother promised to take her to the market and buy her a new headband, so she was naturally happy.

The market was very lively, with people walking almost shoulder to shoulder. Her mother held her hand and walked through the crowd, finally stopping in front of a small stall, waiting for her mother to pick out what she needed.

Suddenly, as she passed by the person next to her, something seemed to fall. Xiao Xiaowan turned around and saw an exquisite sachet embroidered with a lotus pattern falling to the ground through the crowded crowd.

The crowd was surging, she raised her eyes, her sight fixed on the person who had just passed by her. It was a young man in black clothes, and the sachet should be him.

He didn't seem to notice. After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Xiaowan glanced at her mother who was still picking things out, and decisively ran forward, walked through the crowd, picked up the sachet, trotted after the little brother in black clothes, and gently grabbed his sleeve.

"Little brother." She called out. The other party was obviously stunned, stopped, and turned back. The boy, still a little immature but already handsome face, appeared in Xiao Xiaowan's eyes.

Xiao Xiaowan was stunned for a moment, until the other party's distant tone was as slow and gentle as possible, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Xiaowan came back to her senses and hurriedly handed over the sachet in her hand: "Little brother, your things fell."

He hesitated for a moment as he looked at the things handed over by the little hands, then turned around to look at the young man in white who was admiring calligraphy and painting not far away, and accepted the things: "Thank you."

Xiao Xiaowan smiled happily: "You're welcome."

"Wanwan?"

At this moment, Lin Yirou called from behind. She hurriedly turned back, but then she thought of something and stopped and looked back at the boy who was still standing there: "Little brother, I'm leaving."

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

"Lin Mowan."

The young man watched Xiao Xiaowan walk away before turning around and leaving. He walked towards the young man in white who was looking at the calligraphy and painting, and handed the sachet in his hand to him: "Your Highness, something is left behind."

Looking at the thing in his hand, the young man in white was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his waist, empty, so he quickly took it: "Thank you very much, Shen Er, I really can't do without you."

……

A few days later, it was getting dark, the sky was covered with dark clouds and it was gloomy. Just after dinner, I heard crackling sounds on the roof, and it was raining heavily again.

At this time, Jiang Wenqing came in the rain holding an umbrella. Lin Mowan happily threw herself into his arms, calling him "Daddy" sweetly.

As usual, he held her up affectionately, smiled kindly, and asked her if she was good and if she listened to her mother. She nodded proudly and happily. When Jiang Wenqing noticed that his mother standing beside him hadn't said anything, he looked over and saw that Lin Yirou's face was not looking good. She just stared at him stubbornly and angrily.

He seemed to have noticed something and put the person in his arms down. His expression instantly calmed down, as if he had aged several decades in an instant.

"What new explanation do you have this time?" Lin Yirou asked. Jiang Wenqing looked at her, as if he wanted to say something but ultimately did not speak.

After a long time, he looked at Xiao Xiaowan who was standing beside him and staring at him, and forced a smile.

Lin Yirou took Xiao Xiaowan's hand and walked into the inner room without looking back. Jiang Wenqing hurriedly followed her and tried to pull her arm but she shook it off.

"Yirou, don't be like this." He tried to give in, but Lin Yirou pushed him away and turned to him and said, "What's wrong with me? I just want to give myself and Wanwan a name. Am I wrong? This is what you promised me! You said you would marry me in high school, so I gave birth to Wanwan!"

Jiang Wenqing closed his eyes and sighed heavily, obviously lacking confidence: "I know, Yirou, I know you have worked hard these years, I am thinking of a way, right? When the princess accepts you and the child..."

"You've been saying this for nine years." Lin Yirou interrupted him, "Wanwan is nine years old this year. She can remember things a long time ago. I paid for your education. I never left you no matter how hard it was for you. I'm not asking you to marry me now. Please, even for the sake of the child, you have to give me a legitimate status. Otherwise, how can you let Wanwan go out and meet people in the future?!"

Jiang Wenqing remained silent. He opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence after a long time: "Yirou, it's difficult for me too. Can you..."

"Bangdang"!
Before he finished speaking, Lin Yirou suddenly swept the porcelain on the table to the ground. There was a series of crackling sounds. Xiao Xiaowan, who was standing nearby, was startled, but seemed to be used to it. She ran away quickly, crawled under the bed as if she was familiar with the place, and covered her ears with her hands.

She knew that Daddy and Mommy were going to start quarreling again. It was always like this. Daddy seldom came back, but eight out of ten times they would quarrel.

Her mother would cry and throw things, saying things she couldn't understand while she was crying, and her father would roar and scold her, just like the angry devil described in the storybooks her mother read to her.

And she could only hide under the bed and watch them quarrel.

"It's difficult for you? What about me? You always make me wait. I can wait, but can Wanwan wait?"

"I really have no choice. Didn't I give you money?"

"Is it a matter of money? You have no solution? Then why did you agree to it in the first place?"

"Then what do you want me to do? I won't agree, but His Majesty is waiting for my order!! You are really making me feel tired more and more!"

……

After they finished arguing, Dad slammed the door and left, and Mom sat on the bed crying alone.

The floor was in a mess. She slowly crawled out from under the bed and carefully leaned over to her crying mother. Just like her mother used to comfort her when she was sleeping, she gently patted her back with her little hands to comfort her...

This cycle repeated itself over and over again. She only knew that Daddy was her Daddy, but not her Mother's husband. Her Mother did not tell her why, but only said that Daddy was very busy.

Whenever her father came, her mother would take her to see Aunt Hong the next day. Aunt Hong was very beautiful and liked her very much. She would often bring her many delicious foods that she had never seen before.

I thought mother would be happier when she saw Aunt Hong, but unfortunately, she still cried, but the way she cried was different from when she quarreled with father.

They never let her interrupt their conversations and would ask their pretty sister to take her out to play...