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Published at 31st of January 2024 12:00:25 PM


Chapter 1184: Princess Changyang and the third princess visited

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Nan Xiang trembled all over, the chill spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his hairs stood on end.

 “Dad.”

 Ye Qianning stood up and leaned towards Nanxiang.

Xiang Minghou responded and sat down: "What are you standing for?"

Ye Qianning patted Nan Xiang's shoulder lightly, smiled and sat down.

Nan Xiang's head was as low as a bean sprout, and he didn't dare to move, not at all.

 “You must be the Princess of Nanxiang.”

 Xiang Minghou took the lead in speaking.

When Nan Xiang was named, her back stiffened and she almost cried. In the dream, when Lord Yama was judging her, he asked her the same question in the first sentence. The next sentence was to accuse her of her crimes and put her in the hot seat!

“I was very drunk yesterday, so I drank some porridge to nourish my stomach in the morning.”

"Forehead…"

Nan Xiang was stunned and raised his head in shock.

Just touched the dark and scarred face of Xiang Minghou. At this time, there was no anger on the face and it was very peaceful.

At this time, he was holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, filling out a bowl of porridge. When he got up, the bowl of porridge fell in front of her.

 “Drink porridge first, then eat vegetables.”

Hang Minghou’s calm voice was approachable. After he put it down, he poured another bowl for Ye Qianning: “Same for you.”

"knew."

 Hang Minghou had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were soft and doting.

Nanxiang was stunned. He looked completely different from the person in the dream. It seemed...

"how?"

As if aware of Nan Xiang's gaze, he raised his eyes towards Marquis Ming.

 “No…it’s okay, thank you, Uncle Xiang.”

Nan Xiang immediately shook his head, held the porridge in both hands and started to drink. Because he was so anxious to drink, he choked a few mouthfuls. No

"Slower."

 Ye Qianning reached out and patted her back.

Nan Xiang came over slowly and wiped his mouth. He glanced at Minghou secretly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the scar was not scary at all.

 “It’s... really delicious.”

"It tastes good. Uncle will give you another bowl."

  Nan Xiang subconsciously handed over the bowl.

Xiang Minghou took it, filled a bowl and placed it in front of her naturally. He sat down and gave Ye Qianning some of her favorite dishes, then picked up his chopsticks and ate the food.

Nan Xiang held the bowl in both hands and kept observing. She still couldn't believe that Xiang Minghou would serve her porridge.

 “See if I can manage enough?”

Xiang Minghou didn't want to pay attention at first, but the other party's gaze was so intense that he couldn't help but speak out.

Hearing this, Nan Xiang immediately lowered his head and drank the porridge, as honestly as a rabbit.

Ye Qianning glanced at it, then turned to meet his father's gaze, shook his head and laughed.

 Shrugged his shoulders to Minghou and lowered his head to eat.

 After breakfast, Xiang Minghou left the yard without disturbing the little girl's house.

Nan Xiang was still in a state of confusion and felt that it was unreal to sit and eat with Marquis Xiang Ming: "Aning, does your father usually eat with you?"

 “At home, we basically eat together.”

“Tsk, I suddenly feel that your father is better than my father.”

 “…? Don’t you think my dad is scary?”

Nan Xiang shook his head: "Uncle Xiang is not at all the same as in the dream, and it is also different from the rumors outside. Today, Uncle Xiang served me two bowls of porridge, and my father has never served me porridge."

 “A bowl of porridge made you change your mind?”

 Ye Qianning feels that her ability to adapt is quite fast.

"Not entirely, I also saw gentleness in Uncle Xiang's eyes." Nan Xiang paused: "I feel that Uncle Xiang is a cold-hearted person."

 “This is true, my father is just not good at words.”

Dad thinks he can do it, but he doesn't want to use his mouth. No matter how much words are wasted, it will not be as effective as swinging a stick.

Nan Xiang agreed and thought of something: "Where did you find your cook?"

"I am not sure as well."

The cook was specially brought here from Siyinfang by my aunt on the day she entered the house.

“You can help me ask later. The food and porridge are very delicious. I wonder if you can write down a recipe. I can take it back and teach the chef at home.”

"good."

Nan Xiang leaned back on the chair contentedly.

 “The eldest lady.”

 The butler stood at the door and knocked.

"What's up?"

 “Princess Changyang and the third princess are here.”

As soon as Nan Xiang heard this, he stood up and jumped on the spot: "It's over, it's over, my mother will definitely come to catch me."

 …—

Nan Xiang trembled all over, the chill spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his hairs stood on end.

 “Dad.”

 Ye Qianning stood up and leaned towards Nanxiang.

Xiang Minghou responded and sat down: "What are you standing for?"

Ye Qianning patted Nan Xiang's shoulder lightly, smiled and sat down.

Nan Xiang's head was as low as a bean sprout, and he didn't dare to move, not at all.

 “You must be the Princess of Nanxiang.”

 Xiang Minghou took the lead in speaking.

When Nan Xiang was named, her back stiffened and she almost cried. In the dream, when Lord Yama was judging her, he asked her the same question in the first sentence. The next sentence was to accuse her of her crimes and put her in the hot seat!

“I was very drunk yesterday, so I drank some porridge to nourish my stomach in the morning.”

"Forehead…"

Nan Xiang was stunned and raised his head in shock.

Just touched the dark and scarred face of Xiang Minghou. At this time, there was no anger on the face and it was very peaceful.

At this time, he was holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, filling out a bowl of porridge. When he got up, the bowl of porridge fell in front of her.

 “Drink porridge first, then eat vegetables.”

Hang Minghou’s calm voice was approachable. After he put it down, he poured another bowl for Ye Qianning: “Same for you.”

"knew."

 Hang Minghou had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were soft and doting.

Nanxiang looked at it and saw that he looked completely different from the person in the dream. It seemed... "What?"

As if aware of Nan Xiang's gaze, he raised his eyes towards Marquis Ming.

 “No…it’s okay, thank you, Uncle Xiang.”

Nan Xiang immediately shook his head, held the porridge in both hands and started to drink. Because he was so anxious to drink, he choked a few mouthfuls. No

"Slower."

 Ye Qianning reached out and patted her back.

Nan Xiang came over slowly and wiped his mouth. He glanced at Minghou secretly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the scar was not scary at all.

 “It’s... really delicious.”

"It tastes good. Uncle will give you another bowl."

Nan Xiang trembled all over, the chill spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his hairs stood on end.

 “Dad.”

 Ye Qianning stood up and leaned towards Nanxiang.

Xiang Minghou responded and sat down: "What are you standing for?"

Ye Qianning patted Nan Xiang's shoulder lightly, smiled and sat down.

Nan Xiang's head was as low as a bean sprout, and he didn't dare to move, not at all.

 “You must be the Princess of Nanxiang.”

 Xiang Minghou took the lead in speaking.

When Nan Xiang was named, her back stiffened and she almost cried. In the dream, when Lord Yama was judging her, he asked her the same question in the first sentence. The next sentence was to accuse her of her crimes and put her in the hot seat!

“I was very drunk yesterday, so I drank some porridge to nourish my stomach in the morning.”

"Forehead…"

Nan Xiang was stunned and raised his head in shock.

Just touched the dark and scarred face of Xiang Minghou. At this time, there was no anger on the face and it was very peaceful.

At this time, he was holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, filling out a bowl of porridge. When he got up, the bowl of porridge fell in front of her.

 “Drink porridge first, then eat vegetables.”

Hang Minghou’s calm voice was approachable. After he put it down, he poured another bowl for Ye Qianning: “Same for you.”

"knew."

 Hang Minghou had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were soft and doting.

Nanxiang looked at it and found that he looked completely different from the person in the dream. It seemed...

"how?"

As if aware of Nan Xiang's gaze, he raised his eyes towards Marquis Ming.

 “No…it’s okay, thank you, Uncle Xiang.”

Nan Xiang immediately shook his head, held the porridge in both hands and started to drink. Because he was so anxious to drink, he choked a few mouthfuls. No

"Slower."

 Ye Qianning reached out and patted her back.

Nan Xiang came over slowly and wiped his mouth. He glanced at Minghou secretly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the scar was not scary at all.

 “It’s... really delicious.”

"It tastes good. Uncle will give you another bowl."

Nan Xiang trembled all over, the chill spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his hairs stood on end.

 “Dad.”

 Ye Qianning stood up and leaned towards Nanxiang.

Xiang Minghou responded and sat down: "What are you standing for?"

Ye Qianning patted Nan Xiang's shoulder lightly, smiled and sat down.

Nan Xiang's head was as low as a bean sprout, and he didn't dare to move, not at all.

 “You must be the Princess of Nanxiang.”

 Xiang Minghou took the lead in speaking.

When Nan Xiang was named, her back stiffened and she almost cried. In the dream, when Lord Yama was judging her, he asked her the same question in the first sentence. The next sentence was to accuse her of her crimes and put her in the hot seat!

“I was very drunk yesterday, so I drank some porridge to nourish my stomach in the morning.”

"Forehead…"

Nan Xiang was stunned and raised his head in shock.

Just touched the dark and scarred face of Xiang Minghou. At this time, there was no anger on the face and it was very peaceful.

At this time, he was holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, filling out a bowl of porridge. When he got up, the bowl of porridge fell in front of her.

 “Drink porridge first, then eat vegetables.”

Hang Minghou’s calm voice was approachable. After he put it down, he poured another bowl for Ye Qianning: “Same for you.”

"knew."

 Hang Minghou had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were soft and doting.

Nanxiang looked at it and found that he looked completely different from the person in the dream. It seemed...

"how?"

As if aware of Nan Xiang's gaze, he raised his eyes towards Marquis Ming.

 “No…it’s okay, thank you, Uncle Xiang.”

Nan Xiang immediately shook his head, held the porridge in both hands and started to drink. Because he was so anxious to drink, he choked a few mouthfuls. No

"Slower."

 Ye Qianning reached out and patted her back.

Nan Xiang came over slowly and wiped his mouth. He glanced at Minghou secretly. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the scar was not scary at all.

 “It’s... really delicious.”

"It tastes good. Uncle will give you another bowl."

Nan Xiang trembled all over, the chill spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and his hairs stood on end.

 “Dad.”

 Ye Qianning stood up and leaned towards Nanxiang.

Xiang Minghou responded and sat down: "What are you standing for?"

Ye Qianning patted Nan Xiang's shoulder lightly, smiled and sat down.

Nan Xiang's head was as low as a bean sprout, and he didn't dare to move, not at all.

 “You must be the Princess of Nanxiang.”

 Xiang Minghou took the lead in speaking.

When Nan Xiang was named, her back stiffened and she almost cried. In the dream, when Lord Yama was judging her, he asked her the same question in the first sentence. The next sentence was to accuse her of her crimes and put her in the hot seat!

“I was very drunk yesterday, so I drank some porridge to nourish my stomach in the morning.”

Nan Xiang was stunned and raised his head in shock.

Just touched the dark and scarred face of Xiang Minghou. At this time, there was no anger on the face and it was very peaceful.

At this time, he was holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, filling out a bowl of porridge. When he got up, the bowl of porridge fell in front of her.




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