Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 1391: Spin-off Twenty - Affairs of Children

The leader of the group was none other than Emperor Huian, out on an incognito excursion. Apart from Emperor Huian, Chu Heng had brought along the four-year-old legitimate Imperial Grandson, and Yan Junyu along with Duke Wu’an, this pair of grandfather and grandson were also present.

After the greetings were exchanged, Mo Yan took a careful look at Duke Wu’an and warmly congratulated him, "Grandfather Yan’s complexion is rosy, his spirit is vigorous, and his health is improving by the day, congratulations, congratulations."

"Hahaha, my well-being today is all thanks to your miraculous healing, young lady," Duke Wu’an laughed heartily, his voice filled with immense gratitude.

Initially, when Duke Wu’an was paralyzed in bed, the Imperial Physicians from the Taiyi Hospital and the well-known doctors in the area weren’t without means to treat him, but given Duke Wu’an’s advanced age, he couldn’t withstand the potency of powerful medicines, and no one dared to needle him either. As a result, he had been bedridden for a year, yet nobody dared to take action.

Seeing that Duke Wu’an’s condition was weakening by the day and he wouldn’t last much longer, Emperor Huian personally decreed a search for a famed physician across the land for his uncle. Although many famed physicians were found, they were just as helpless with Duke Wu’an’s illness as the previous Imperial Physicians and renowned doctors had been.

Mo Yan wanted to earn this merit, unwilling to see a man of great achievements like Duke Wu’an pass away from this world with endless regrets. Thus, in the late stages of her pregnancy, she painstakingly practiced Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles and put a lot of effort into the treatment of stroke.

Luckily, efforts pay off for those who try. After her child’s full-moon celebration, she assisted her master and took action, needling Duke Wu’an. Three months later, he was able to walk on his own, and by now, he was almost indistinguishable from before his serious illness.

Mo Yan shook her head and sincerely added, "If Grandfather Yan had not trusted me, I wouldn’t have dared to be so bold. If Grandfather Yan wants to thank anyone, it should be himself."

After successfully treating Duke Wu’an, Mo Yan gained no small amount of merit. In truth, Duke Wu’an owed her nothing, and over the past two years, the interactions between their two families had grown much closer.

"Haha, you girl, still speak just as well as you always did, I can’t argue with you," Duke Wu’an laughed joyously, yet a subtle, indescribable sense of regret arose in his heart.

Seeing Mo Yan’s chubby little girl curiously looking over, Duke Wu’an concealed the unusual look in his eyes and couldn’t resist the urge to tease her, "Little girl, you are so pretty. Come, would you like to give Grandpa a hug?"

The little chubby girl pouted and buried her head in her mother’s embrace, "Weird Grandpa, no!"

Mo Yan felt slightly embarrassed when her plump daughter wouldn’t even entertain the idea of being friendly and gave her chubby bottom a light pat, chiding her, "A grandpa is a grandpa, what ’weird grandpa’? You mustn’t be so rude."

The little chubby girl lifted her head, glanced at her mother, then back at the weird grandpa who was smiling at her, and just when everyone thought she would reach out for Duke Wu’an to hold her, she twisted her little neck and clung tightly to Mo Yan’s neck, refusing to let go, "Weird Grandpa, sells Wanwan, for candy, bad!"

At the innocent words of the child, everyone was stunned, then turned to look at the embarrassed Duke Wu’an, and burst into laughter. No one expected that Duke Wu’an, at his age, would say such things to amuse a two-year-old child, and be remembered spitefully by her.

Emperor Huian, intrigued by the smart and lively chubby girl, stood up and approached Mo Yan. To everyone’s surprise, he extended his hand towards the little girl, "Little girl, if you like Chu Grandpa, would you like to give Chu Grandpa a hug?"

With her little head tilted, the little chubby girl thought carefully for a moment. Perhaps it was because of Emperor Huian’s exceedingly kind smile or maybe subconsciously she knew this grandpa was to be pleased. In the end, she nodded and stretched out her chubby little arms, "Chu Grandpa, hug!"

"You’re such a good girl!," Emperor Huian’s face and eyes were all smiles. Ignoring everyone else’s persuasion, he insisted on picking up the plump little girl and holding her in his arms, even purposely jiggling her as he said to Mo Yan with a smile, "Not bad, very well-nourished, a strong and healthy little girl."

Mo Yan, her heart pounding with trepidation, looked anxiously at her husband beside her.

Xiao Ruiyuan quietly took his wife’s hand and gave her a slight shake of his head.

Seeing this, Mo Yan felt slightly more at ease, but the next moment, as she saw Emperor Huian’s action, her heart leaped again.

"Yao’er, do you like this little sister?" Holding the plump little girl in his arms, Emperor Huian asked his grandson, who was staring intently at the little girl, with a smile—as if unaware of the stirring effect his words would have.

Chu Chengyao’s facial features were the spitting image of his father Chu Heng, but his temperament was exactly like Xiao Ruiyuan’s. Rarely showing a smile, his mature and composed demeanor was especially favored by Emperor Huian, who saw the boy spend a good three hundred days a year in the imperial palace out of three hundred sixty-five.

Today was the first outing for little Chengyao, and also his first time seeing the plump little girl. Ever since the Emperor had lifted her into his arms, Chengyao’s gaze had not left her for a second. When he heard his great-grandfather’s question, his serious little face rarely wrinkled, and just as everyone thought he was about to shake his head, he suddenly stretched out his finger and poked the soft, chubby cheek of the little girl.

The doughy feel was even softer than the crystal dumplings he had eaten in the morning. Chengyao glanced at his own finger, a perplexed look appeared on his little face. Unable to resist, he poked the little girl’s cheek again, as if to be certain of something, then, with a straight face, he said to his great-grandfather, "Like!"

Soft, tender—could it be as delicious as a dumpling? What to do, he really wanted to take a bite!

The plump little girl, however, was being poked in the face by a stranger for the first time. Even though Chengyao’s touch was not hard, it was still painful for her overly delicate skin, and more than that, the poke was greatly damaging to her dignity. How could she be pleased?

And so, the little girl’s inner cosmos exploded. Glaring at Chengyao with an angry huff, she extended her plump fingers and, practicing "an eye for an eye," poked towards his face, her small mouth forcefully spitting out two words, "Bad egg!"

Having someone poke him back for the first time was a novel experience for Chengyao. The plump little girl’s soft fingers on his face were not painful but rather amusing.

Chengyao didn’t mind being called a "bad egg" at all and couldn’t help reaching out with both little hands to embrace the plump little girl’s chubby paws, gently squeezing them. Surprise reappeared on his little face: So soft, is this little sister made from dumplings?

With such a thought in his mind, Chengyao couldn’t suppress it. To confirm his guess, he tiptoed up without hesitation, leaned forward, opened his mouth, and bit down on the plump little girl’s chubby paw.

The plump little girl had never imagined that not only would her counter-attack fail, but her chubby paw would also be grabbed by the "bad egg" to be "eaten." She immediately burst into tears, crying out, "Mommy, help, help—"

This sudden turn of events was unexpected by all. By the time the plump little girl’s chubby paw had been "rescued," it was already coated with a shiny layer of saliva and a neat row of bite marks.

And thus, a grudge was formed!