The Regent's Tender Darling

"yes."

The people around Lin Qinghua nodded in agreement, and then without waiting for Lin Qingcheng to react, he picked him up with one hand.

The speed was so fast that the tears in the corners of Lin Qingcheng's eyes were thrown to the ground, staining a small piece of bluestone with flowers like ink.

Lin Qing frowned slightly, glanced at Lin Qingcheng who was panicking, and said coldly: "Squeaky."

All the way back to Prince Duan's Mansion, as soon as he entered the mansion, the gloom on Lin Qinghua's face instantly dissipated, as if the wind had blown away the dark clouds. Although there was no sunshine, it was gentle.

And she was holding a pair of soft little hands, which seemed to be a little too hard, so that the fingertips of the white and tender hands appeared red and squeezed.

The big one and the small one walked together in harmony.

"Sister~" Lin Qingcheng subconsciously wanted to pull his hand away, but he was afraid that his sister would be angry, so he could only call out in a low voice as a reminder.

Lin Qinghua lowered her eyebrows and glanced at Lin Qingcheng. She felt an inexplicable pity for this little child, probably because he was too delicate and frail, which made people feel pity for him.

"What's wrong?" She stopped and asked patiently.

Lin Qingcheng raised his amber-like eyes and looked at her, his little face full of innocence. He said, "Sister held Cheng'er too tightly. It hurt..."

Although he didn't get a verbal response, his sister's hand really relaxed a little, and even became a little gentle.

A smile suddenly appeared on the white and tender face, and it seemed to be deliberately leaning towards Lin Qinghua, like a kitten approaching.

Lin Qinghua did not refuse the little thing, but his expression was not necessarily very good. Suddenly he regretted bringing the little thing back.

"Little one, if you annoy me, I don't mind letting you meet your mother." The last half of the sentence was clear and easy-going.

At this point, she looked at Lin Qingcheng and continued to warn: "You'd better be good and don't make me angry."

Lin Qingcheng felt a little cold on his back. Although he didn't know why, he just felt that his sister was scary now and she didn't seem to like him very much.

But he still nodded obediently: "Yes, adults will be good."

Walking to a long corridor, Lin Qinghua said to the people around him: "Take him back first." His eyes fell on Lin Qingcheng's face, and he raised his hand to gently caress the little face as smooth as a shelled egg.

The sharp and long nails scratched lightly, leaving shallow and thin red marks immediately.

After they left, Lin Qinghua started to go to the small bamboo forest at the back. She had no intention of meeting Prince Duan first.

The palace recently moved a piece of bamboo forest. Deep in the bamboo forest is a simple yet luxurious courtyard.

There is a stone table in the open space of the small courtyard, with exquisite jade cups placed on it. Occasionally, bamboo leaves slowly fall on the table.

Sitting at the table was a Taiping Taoist wearing a Taoist robe. He looked leisurely and contented. When he heard the movement behind him, he smiled and said, "I'm back."

Lin Qing's face was smiling. This smile was extremely charming and even meant to please. She walked in slowly and said, "The Lin family is ready. You can leave at any time."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Lin Qinghua's slender and jade-like hands could rest on Taoist Taiping's shoulders, he heard some hasty footsteps coming from the distance.

You don’t have to think twice to know who it is.

Lin Qinghua retracted her hand that was still in the air, then turned around with a smile. Just in time, Yan Nanchen appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.