Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

Jiang Ning held his chin and imagined the scene.

I thought about Mu Jian's face again.

"Hey." She sighed.

"Don't you dare?" Jiang Ruobai asked with a smile.

"Then I have no choice but to stop watching." Jiang Ning leaned in front of him, "Father, you help me interrogate, I just need to know the result."

Looking at her daughter's face that was almost exactly the same as that of his beloved wife when she was young, Jiang Ruobai couldn't refuse even if it was a big thing, let alone such a trivial matter.

He was extremely regretful that he lost his little daughter back then.

So much so that she missed her childhood and the growth of her youth.

Watching the growth of the youngest daughter is equivalent to seeing the appearance of the wife when she was young. How wonderful would that be?

It is a pity that the lost time cannot be recovered after all.

Jiang Ruobai also sighed unconsciously.

"Father, is it difficult?" Jiang Ning asked.

"What if it's difficult? Do you still insist on letting Dad do it?" Jiang Ruobai asked intentionally.

"Of course." Jiang Ning grinned, "Dad is my daughter's umbrella and her big backer. No matter what, Dad can do it for her."

"That's natural. Even if you want the stars in the sky, Dad has to try." Jiang Ruobai pinched her daughter's cheek, "But, you are so relieved to leave Mujian to me?"

"Why don't you worry?"

"What if Mu Jian was really ordered by me?" Jiang Ruobai pointed at the writing on the torn paper, "Can you tell if this is my handwriting?"

Jiang Ning shook his head: "I can't tell."

"You can show it to others for analysis."

"That's right."

"Then are you going to do this?" Jiang Ruobai looked into her daughter's eyes.

"No plan." Jiang Ning shook his head.

"Why?"

"I trust Dad."

"Good girl." Jiang Ruobai raised his palm and patted her head, "In three days, Dad will get the answer you want from Mu Jian. Well, now you should go back to sleep."

Jiang Ning glanced out: "It's snowing heavily, and the wind is also strong, so cold."

"so?"

"I'll sleep with my mother tonight." Jiang Ning said and walked inside.

"Huh?" Jiang Ruobai grabbed her and pulled her back, "What are you doing? Are you ashamed to sleep with your mother at such an old age? Go back and see your own child..."

"master."

Lin Zizi's voice sounded at the door.

Jiang Ruobai: "..."

After a while, Jiang Ning lay comfortably in his mother's bed, Jiang Ruobai hugged the quilt, and was ushered into the warm pavilion.

Looking at the fragrant and soft beauty beside her, Jiang Ning squeezed over without any hesitation: "Mother, you smell so good."

Lin Zizi's eye circles suddenly turned red.

"What's the matter, mother? Are you angry that I pushed dad away?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Mother suddenly remembered that you said something like this when you were a child." Lin Zizi choked up, "You were only two or three years old at that time, and you loved sleeping in Mother's arms the most."

"I love you now too." Jiang Ning hugged her.

"Ning'er." Lin Zizi was almost in tears, and patted her on the back, "Mother can finally put you to sleep again."

Jiang Ning felt a warm, peaceful, and safe feeling of happiness in his heart.

She also couldn't tell whether it was left by the original owner or her own feeling.

Anyway, she loves it.

At this moment, Lin Zizi became her real mother.

...

Maybe it was the peace of mind sleeping next to her mother's house, Jiang Ning's sleep was extremely sweet, and she didn't wake up until the sun was high.

Getting up in a hurry to wash and dress, she directly ignored Jiang Ruobai's resentful old face, and rushed back to her yard, preparing to take the two children back to the palace.