My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 91 Little Brat

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Little Brat

Out of options, they could only hide behind the rockery once again.

But who would have thought that Yan Jingjing’s ball, while she was playing cuju, would roll over to their side.

She ran over quickly intending to find the ball.

As she looked up, her gaze met with four eyes.

Wuming and Chu Junxi felt their hearts sink heavily.

A fierce light flickered in Wuming’s eyes as he thought about making a move to prevent this young girl from exposing them.

But unexpectedly, Yan Jingjing spoke first, "My father the King is over there, anyone who doesn’t want to be discovered had better not move."

What?

What did she mean by that?

Before Wuming and Chu Junxi could figure it out, Yan Jingjing had already picked up her ball and walked away.

She ran swiftly back to Yan Lin, calling out obediently, "Father."

Yan Lin stopped in his tracks, his deep gaze settling on her.

Noticing she was still wearing the same outfit as when he had left, his brow furrowed.

"Didn’t you sleep all night?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Mmm, I was waiting for you, father. After all, you broke your promise to come back earlier, and only now have you returned," Yan Jingjing frowned and spoke unhappily.

"It’s my fault. Why aren’t you hurrying to rest now?"

Yan Lin opened his mouth, originally intending to speak sternly, but in the end, he held back.

He gently touched her head, his stern eyes softening a bit.

"Father, haven’t you also been busy all night without any rest? Jingjing hopes you will take some rest too," Yan Jingjing clung to Yan Lin’s arm, continuing to act coquettishly.

From behind the rockery, Chu Junxi could clearly see the scene unfold.

His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly lowered his gaze.

So, it turns out, he too is a tender father...

Unfortunately, not his father.

Sensing his emotional fluctuation, Wuming’s mood also turned heavy.

He quickly raised his hand, gently touching the fuzzy head of a little tuanzi.

It was Yan Lin who was being heartless...

But the little master has always been a princess, a treasure cherished by the Emperor and the Crown Prince.

Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming depression, Little Baozi couldn’t hide his presence.

"Who’s there?" Yan Lin immediately looked over sharply.

Chu Junxi and Wuming tensed up in an instant.

"Father, I recently adopted a little cat, and it must’ve run over there," Yan Jingjing continued to shake Yan Lin’s hand and act spoiled.

A little cat?

Yan Lin pursed his thin lips, his gaze on the rockery, emotion flickering through his dark eyes.

With him looking that way, it was hard to tell whether he truly believed Yan Jingjing’s words or not.

Behind the rockery, both Chu Junxi and Wuming wore very somber expressions.

They did not know whether Yan Lin had discovered them or why that young girl would speak up for them.

At that moment, a servant came to report, "Prince, a visitor from Yan Lian’s residence has arrived."

A visitor from Yan Lian’s residence had arrived?

Yan Lin’s eyes grew heavier.

He and Yan Lian had parted ways after leaving the Chu family cemetery; he returned to Prince Residence, Yan Lian to Yan Lian’s residence. Why would there be a visitor from there now?

"Let them in," he said indifferently.

Before long, Chu Baihan appeared.

Her steps were hurried, her face serious.

She feared that Xixi might encounter trouble at Prince Residence.

After entering, she first surveyed the surroundings, and only after confirming that nothing major had happened did her heart slightly settle.

Yan Lin had been observing her the entire time.

When he noticed that she clearly let out a sigh of relief, his slender eyes narrowed slightly.

It seemed like she was keeping a secret from them.

"What’s happened at Yan Lian’s Prince Residence?" he asked Chu Baihan in a subdued voice.

Chu Baihan frowned, feigning urgency as he said, "To report to Prince Yan Lin, Yan Lian has been attacked by thieves and is now unconscious."

The so-called thieves were actually "Wuji."

On her way here, she had started to think of ways to lure Yan Lin away from the Prince Residence.

Using Yan Lian was definitely a good method.

It was just a pity that Yan Lian had to suffer some hardship.

What? Yan Lian was attacked by thieves?

A fierce light flashed in Yan Lin’s eyes as he briskly walked towards the door, his sleeves fluttering, "Ziyi, accompany this prince to Yan Lian’s Prince Residence."

After taking a step, he suddenly realized something, turned his head, and spoke to Yan Jingjing with a gentle voice, "Jingjing, go and rest now, you must not overexert yourself anymore."

His words were filled with extreme concern for Yan Jingjing.

Chu Baihan listened from the side, feeling somewhat restrained inside.

What kind of woman could make him abandon all schemes, bear his children, and receive such tender treatment from him?

Yan Jingjing frowned slightly, she sneakily glanced at Chu Baihan’s position from the corner of her eye.

She didn’t like it when her father was with another woman, even if that person was a servant girl.

But the matter of the Ninth Uncle was important, she couldn’t be too selfish...

Lowering her head and fiddling with her fingers, she said in a muffled voice, "Father, please go see Ninth Uncle, Jingjing can take care of herself."

After gazing deeply at her, Yan Lin’s eyes fell on Chu Baihan.

His tone also became much more severe in an instant, "Aren’t you coming along?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Chu Baihan suppressed the annoyance in his heart, responded expressionlessly, and quickly followed.

Behind the rockery, Chu Junxi and Wuming both changed their expressions.

Wasn’t that the voice of their mother?

Although their mother deliberately lowered her voice, he was her son, how could he fail to recognize her voice?

He had long guessed that his mother was feigning illness, but he hadn’t expected her to have become a servant girl at Yan Lian’s Prince Residence now.

What exactly was going on?

While Chu Junxi was still contemplating, Yan Jingjing, accompanied by her attendants, walked over to them.

The servant girls, upon seeing two people dressed in black behind the rockery, were terrified and about to call for help.

But Yan Jingjing scolded them in a low voice, "Don’t yell, what’s there to panic about?"

Servant girls: "..."

Chu Junxi, Wuming: "..."

"But, but miss, they might be assassins," one servant girl said with genuine fear.

"Have you ever seen such small assassins?" Yan Jingjing countered.

The servant girls lowered their heads, unable to say anything more.

"Hey, little thing, what are you doing in the Prince Residence?" Yan Jingjing turned back, looking at Chu Junxi with interest.

"You’re the little thing!"

Chu Junxi’s face turned red with anger upon hearing Yan Jingjing’s words.

But Yan Jingjing, usually haughty and petulant, surprisingly didn’t get angry this time; she shrugged her shoulders and drawled, "You’re shorter than me, aren’t you a little thing?"

These words infuriated Chu Junxi even more.

"I will grow taller than you!" he retorted angrily.

Wuming watched the two children bickering, his expression indescribable...

It was the first time he had seen the young master behaving like this.

Was this their clever young master who could sometimes discuss strategies on equal terms with the Think Tank?

How come he now seemed more like... a normal little brat?

Chu Junxi, completely unaware that Wuming was criticizing him inwardly, stared at Yan Jingjing and asked earnestly, "Why do you want to help us? What’s your purpose?"