Princess, be nice

Chapter 775

Yuan Changhuan was quite strange, and kept searching in his mind, where did he see this child.

However, she didn't wait until she remembered.

The familiar and safe voice of my father came from the room.

"Good girl, daddy is here to see you!"

"father!"

Putting everything behind him, Yuan Changhuan rushed towards his father.

Seeing the familiar face, Yuan Changhuan wished to cry out all his grievances.

But no.

The Yuan family is still waiting for her to come to rescue, she cannot be weak.

At least not now.

"Good girl, she's become as thin as a bone."

Looking at his good girl, Yuan Qi felt very distressed, she was already thin, but now she is even thinner.

Ever since, the look in Xie Ci's eyes got worse.

A bad guy who abused his own daughter.

Yuan Changhuan held down his father's hand without explaining, and changed the subject, "Father, why did you come here? The snow is so heavy outside that your hands are freezing cold."

Then he looked at Xie Ci, arrogant and arrogant, "Xie Ci, go get my father a stove."

Didn't he want to pretend to be a good son-in-law?

Then give him a chance.

"it is good."

After a while, Xie Ci walked out.

It seems that he really wants to get the stove.

Rong Yuanhou on the side didn't understand what the two of them meant?
The promised couple is at odds, does Yuanyuan need help?

"You usually order Xie Shizi like this?" Yuan Qi looked at his daughter with complicated eyes, but saw his daughter casually pulling him to sit down, "What is this, Xie Ci usually washes my feet Where's the water?"

"Really, thank you?"

Yuan Changhuan raised his chin slightly, staring at Xie Ci who hadn't left the house yet.

Dressed in a brocade and white robe, Xie Ci's already handsome appearance was perfectly set off.

The smile on his face was impeccable, and he nodded slightly, "Father-in-law, please wait a moment."

"Do not……"

Yuan Qi just wanted to say no, what kind of stove does he use for a big man, and he has already warmed up.

As soon as he said a word, Yuan Qi accidentally left it on the painting in Xie Ci's hand that he hadn't had time to roll up.

"Wait, show me the painting!"

Xie Ci, who was about to put away the painting, saw his strong reaction, his phoenix eyes darkened, and then passed the scroll over, "Father-in-law, what did you see?"

Yuan Qi looked at the delicate child in the painting, and the white-clothed fairy rising from the sky.

"How does this child look like when I was a child?"

He didn't remember such a moment, though.

Is it...

Yuanqi's pupils suddenly dilated.

"No, it seems more like the emperor when he was a child."

"Is this the emperor?"

When he was young, he was not far from the emperor's age, and when he usually went to the palace to meet the queen mother, he would be compared together.

He also said that a nephew is like an uncle.

He was very impressed.

There are also pictures of them when they were young.

Seeing that Yuanqi couldn't hold the scroll steadily, Xie Ci caught the scroll unhurriedly, put it away, and smiled calmly, "It's not the emperor, but the prince living among the people."

Speaking of being like my dad.

A villain popped out of Yuan Changhuan's mind.

Ah Yu!

"When did this painting happen?"

Knowing the meaning of her question, she thanked her and replied, "It should be about six years old now."

It happened to be against A Yu.

Yuan Changhuan reacted immediately.

Could it be that A Yu was the one who became the emperor in the previous life?

So what's going on now?

"Ah Yu is the real Twelve Princes?"

Xie Ci's expression was calm, his brows were peaceful, "Yes."

"You already knew?"

(End of this chapter)