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Shen Sanni was not stupid, and at this time she understood the truth of the matter.

Unfortunately it's too late...

Yes, all this was what she expected.

Her conversation with Shen Qingqing was also deliberately intended for Shen Sanni to listen to, and she was also deliberately guided.

Of course, if Shen Sanni had never been greedy and had never wanted to kill her to silence her, then the Shen family would not have ended up like this.

It's just that there is no if...

Mu Nian'an hugged Xiao Tuantuan as if he hadn't heard anything, and teased softly with his eyebrows. He glanced at the three Shen family members who were beaten to a bloody pulp, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Mo Qinghan, who was sitting in a wheelchair on the side, took everything in his eyes, stared at Mu Nianan with interest, and whispered to Po Jun:

"Go check her out..."

After spending too much time in Taohua Village, Mrs. Chen was a little irritable at this time. She didn't want to stay here any longer and directly urged Mu Nian'an to leave.

Mu Nianan did not refuse.

After all, she is not Shen Erni, so her personality and behavior are naturally completely different from Shen Erni's.

The people in Taohua Village are naturally very familiar with Shen Erni, and she has no intention of abandoning her true identity and pretending to be someone else.

Mu Nian'an is Mu Nian'an.

If you go to the capital, everything can start again.

Besides, going to the capital is also a good thing for Xiao Tuantuan.

After all, Peach Blossom Village is located in a remote area, which is not helpful for children's education and vision.

If a poor man raises a son but a rich girl raises a daughter, the girl's family must be far-sighted, lest she be deceived by a random man.

Moreover, although Mu Nian'an has never raised children before, he also knows the importance of housing in a school district.

Well, although there is no concept of school district housing in this era, there must be many good wives in the capital, right?

Since we want to raise a child now, of course we must let our child win at the starting line!

Mu Nian'an felt that after raising her baby for a long time, she had become more and more conscious of assuming the identity of an old mother.

"A mother's love for her son is far-reaching!"

Mu Nian'an couldn't help but sighed at Xiao Tuantuan in a self-moved manner, and pinched her tender little face affectionately.

The little boy made a dissatisfied cry and said "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" his little head, as if trying to avoid the evil hands of his old mother.

But it was probably due to strenuous exercise that led to...

"vomit……"

A small mouthful of milk spat out, and the smell of milk hit her face. Mu Nian'an's clothes were directly wet, and the sticky breasts were stuck to her chest...

"Mu Tuantuan!!!" Mu Nianan suppressed his anger and roared (σ｀д′)σ.

"(*?▽?*)"

The little breast seemed to feel the anger of the old mother. It looked at Mu Nian'an with innocent eyes and returned the milk. It hummed a few times. It was cute and cute.

Mu Nian'an's anger, which had reached its peak, suddenly dropped to a low point after seeing the cute little breasts.

"Huh, there's no point in trying to be cute..."

Mu Nian'an got into the carriage with a curse, and just after he sat down, he heard someone coming up to Mu Nian'an and saying respectfully:

"Girl, these are our prince's clothes. They have never been worn. When the prince saw that your clothes were dirty, he asked the younger one to bring them to you and take care of them first."

The servant paused and then said: "The prince said that if the girl doesn't want to, she won't force her."

Mu Nian'an was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Qinghan who was sitting in a wheelchair not far away.

Mo Qinghan seemed to feel her gaze, and nodded slightly at her, smiling softly.

Mu Nian'an's head moved slightly, and she felt that the cold weather was no longer so cold.

"Say thank you to your prince for me."

Mu Nian'an has never seen a man like Mo Qinghan, who seems to have gentleness and tenderness in his bones, like the warm spring sun in March.

It is really hard not to like such a person. No wonder in the original text, the people love him so much...

Mrs. Chen was in another carriage and frowned when she learned that Mo Qinghan had actually sent clothes to Mu Nianan.

Xiaocui, the maid who was following Granny Chen, couldn't help but said:

"Nanny Chen, the Prince of Huai'an is a little too kind to this country boy with muddy legs, isn't he? He also gave his clothes to that country girl. Doesn't this mean that he wants to support her?"

"Hmph, a man with mud legs is a perfect match for a cripple." Mrs. Chen snorted and said with some disdain.

When the maid Xiaocui heard what Mrs. Chen said, she couldn't help but asked in a low voice with some surprise:

"Nanny Chen, you are working around Madam, so you must be well informed. Is it true that the Holy One said before that he intended to expose our young lady, Miss Wan Jiao., to the Prince of Huai'an?"

The news spread throughout the Hou Mansion.

Hearing that the Holy Emperor intended to point out the disability of the prince of Huai'an, the beloved apple of their prince's family, which caused their misfortune, the young lady went on a hunger strike for several days.

This made the five young masters in the mansion extremely distressed.

After all, even if the Prince of Huai'an is good-looking, he is disabled. What is the difference between marrying him and being a widow?

After Miss Hanjiao made trouble several times, suddenly word came out from the Hou Mansion that Miss Hanjiao was not the real daughter of the Hou Mansion, but had been carried by the wrong person.

After the Hou Mansion investigated, they sent someone to pick up this real daughter from the countryside.

After contacting each other, the servants also have some guesses in their minds.

"Humph, Hanjiao. The young lady is so precious that she is not a real daughter, but she is still favored by the Marquis, Madame Marquis and other young masters. How can she be willing to let her really marry that cripple?"

"Okay, don't mention this matter again. If anyone finds out, be careful!"

"Yes... this slave will definitely not dare to say nonsense."

The carriage moved forward staggeringly, but because it was delayed for too long in Taohua Village, it was already dark when it arrived at the county seat, so the group temporarily stopped at the inn in the county seat.

The night sky was like ink, and there was always a chill. I don’t know when the snow was falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

Wearing a white gown, Mu Nian'an stood up from the wall of the inn with one hand and turned over neatly and returned to the inn.

Just when Mu Nian'an was about to go back to the house, a warm voice sounded, low and deep, as sweet and sweet as wine:

"Miss Mu."

Mu Nian'an was stunned for a moment and looked back.

I could only see Mo Qinghan sitting in a wheelchair under the corridor, his figure as tall and straight as a pine tree, his long black hair tied up meticulously by a jade crown.

He was wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, holding a jade-colored Tang Pozi in his hand, looking at her with gentle eyebrows.

Mu Nian'an's heart palpitated, but she quickly realized it. She didn't know if Mo Qinghan saw her climbing over the wall from outside.

"Your Majesty...what a coincidence. Are you here to admire the moon too?"

Mu Nian'an stood up straight and immediately greeted Mo Qinghan as if nothing had happened.

Hearing this, Mo Qinghan raised his eyes and glanced at the dark night sky, chuckled lightly, without breaking the point, just nodded slightly and said:

"Some people can't sleep, so they come out to get some air."

Mu Nian'an also realized, how can there be any moon in this sky?

Mu Nian'an coughed awkwardly, walked up behind Mo Qinghan, held the handle of his wheelchair and said:

"It's too cold today. Your Majesty doesn't look very well. Shall I take you back to your house?"