My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 258: Arguing with Him

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Arguing with Him

Upon hearing Yan Jingjing’s words, the expressions of Chu Junxi inside the house, as well as Chu Baihan and Yan Lin outside, were... indescribable.

"Ahem, sister, actually, mother just needs one person to take care of her. If father can’t be found, just the Tang Sect Master alone would be quite good,"

Chu Junxi muttered.

He tried to make his sister see sense, to abandon such absurd thoughts.

But Yan Jingjing remained calmly composed.

She walked over, patted Chu Junxi on the shoulder, and then said earnestly, "I naturally also hope the Tang Sect Master could become our mother’s Prince Consort, but haven’t you noticed? The relationship between mother and the Tang Sect Master hasn’t progressed..."

Hearing Yan Jingjing’s words, Chu Junxi nodded as well.

He felt the same way, and it was driving him to despair.

The Tang Sect Master definitely liked their mother, but it seemed she was oblivious.

"I also want to help them advance their feelings, but adult matters aren’t something my brain can comprehend."

Chu Junxi grasped his hair, his expression gloomy.

Everyone said he was smart, but regarding mother and the Tang Sect Master’s situation, he felt quite foolish.

"Oh silly brother, this is easy to do. I secretly read many storybooks recently. The Sect Master is probably too shy to be with mother, so if mother finds several more Prince Consorts, and lets the Sect Master mingle among them, wouldn’t that ease the Sect Master’s worries?"

Yan Jingjing continued patting Chu Junxi’s chest, speaking earnestly.

Chu Junxi: "..."

Chu Baihan: "..."

Yan Lin: "..."

My daughter, truly a "thoughtful" little cotton-padded jacket.

"Brother, what are you standing there for? Come look at these portraits with me. This big brother, he’s really handsome. I am mother’s daughter, so what I like, mother must also like,"

"Hurry and bring me some ink and paper, let me mark this one, hehe... and that one..."

"He’s so tall, I like him. And this one, his eyes are so attractive, I want that too... This one his face is truly handsome, also my type..."

Yan Jingjing kept nodding, her drool almost falling onto the paper.

Chu Junxi’s face turned red as he opened his mouth several times, not knowing what to say.

At that moment, Yan Lin strode in.

If he didn’t intervene now, he feared his "little cotton-padded jacket" would end up finding him a lot of rivals in love.

Upon hearing the noise, Yan Jingjing turned around, only to see Yan Lin and Chu Baihan had arrived.

At that moment, she hadn’t yet managed to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth, and she frantically tried to gather up the portraits.

"No need to gather them, I’ve heard everything," Chu Baihan said through gritted teeth.

"Where did you learn all these things from?" She sighed deeply, asking Yan Jingjing helplessly.

She was willing not to blame Jingjing.

That only left...

Blaming Yan Lin!

She turned her head and glared fiercely at Yan Lin.

Was it that when Jingjing lived with him, she learned all this nonsense from him?

Realizing the blame in Chu Baihan’s eyes, a certain King Lin also felt extremely wronged.

How could he possibly teach Jingjing to find him rivals in love?

Meanwhile, Yan Jingjing, realizing that she was caught, figured there was no point in hiding any longer,

She clapped her hands, then continued to spread out the portraits.

"Mother, come and see, these aristocratic young masters are so handsome, young and good-looking, and, I hear, they are very obedient too."

Chu Baihan glanced at them curiously.

Soon, her attention was captured as well.

She raised an eyebrow and murmured softly, "Indeed, young and handsome..."

Yan Lin: "..."

A certain Lord Yan Lin’s temples throbbed, his brows furrowing into a straight line.

The word "young" struck a particularly painful chord with him.

Was his Princess Consort implying that he had grown old?

The usually confident Lord Yan Lin, at this moment, began to doubt himself internally.

"Alright, Jingjing, stop making trouble," Yan Lin reverted to his usual voice.

As he spoke, the expressions on Yan Jingjing and Chu Junxi’s faces changed drastically.

They abruptly looked up, their eyes fixated on Yan Lin.

"Father, Father King?"

Yan Jingjing asked tentatively in a soft voice.

Yan Lin then removed his mask, revealing his true face.

Upon seeing his face clearly, Yan Jingjing’s and Chu Junxi’s eyes began to redden.

"Father King."

The two of them rushed towards Yan Lin.

Yan Lin bent down, lifting them both into his arms, holding them close.

"I’m sorry, I’ve kept this hidden from you for so long; you’ve suffered," he said softly, rubbing their heads as he spoke soothingly.

"Father King, you haven’t lost your memory, you haven’t abandoned us, right?" Yan Jingjing asked cautiously, sobbing.

"Of course, I haven’t lost my memory, and I certainly haven’t forgotten you," Yan Lin replied gravely.

"Father King, you’re finally back. Are you alright?"

Chu Junxi also wanted to cry, but he remembered his father previously telling him he needed to be a man, so he forcefully held back his tears and asked Yan Lin loudly.

"I’m fine; it’s just that you’ve suffered," Yan Lin said, looking at Chu Junxi with tenderness.

After comforting them for a long time, Yan Lin remembered that Chu Baihan hadn’t spoken a word.

He turned his head, intending to check on what she was doing.

What he saw then...

She was sitting by the bed, even picking up those portraits to admire.

Her expression was as if she were completely mesmerized.

Yan Lin: "..."

Has my Princess Consort already started to think about abandoning me?

Thinking this, his expression darkened again, and his aura shifted.

Following his gaze, Yan Jingjing also saw this scene.

She smacked her head in annoyance.

She rushed over quickly, then hurriedly snatched the portraits away.

"Mother Consort, they are not as good-looking as Father King."

She spoke earnestly, stressing the term "Mother Consort."

At this moment, Chu Junxi also ran over, quickly adding; "Right, none of them compares to Father King. Mother Consort, Father King is better."

The Tang Sect Master is Father King, although he still didn’t understand exactly what happened, he felt happy about the outcome.

He no longer had to struggle!

"Yes, your Father King is indeed handsome, but these aristocratic sons are quite handsome too, and most importantly, they are young," Chu Baihan sighed gently and continued to lament: "So many years ago, when the emperor said he would choose a Prince Consort for me, why did I so firmly reject it? I should have looked at these portraits back then; then I wouldn’t have refused..."

She patted her head, her expression one of regret.