FID – Chapter 1118

Chapter 1118 Grandma, hit!

At this moment, the crying on the couch had turned into a duet.

Hongdou, startled awake by Badou’s wailing, quickly joined in.

The situation was becoming increasingly grim.

Qian Wanjin stealthily took a step back. “Your Majesty, Xiao Feng’er, how about you soothe the babies first, and I’ll come back another day?”

The murderous intent intensified.

Shi Xianrou subtly rubbed her temples and pulled Qian Wanjin to sit beside the low table. “His Highness and Nannan said they’d return to the capital immediately after finishing the autumn harvest. The timing should be about right. Badou and Hongdou are probably crying because they miss their parents.”

“Aunt Rou, your talent for telling bold-faced lies is improving,” Feng Mohan ground his teeth first.

Missing their parents? Badou and Hongdou probably couldn’t even remember what their parents looked like.

To deflect the attack, Aunt Rou had come up with such a shameless excuse.

Shi Xianrou was momentarily stunned. “Is it that obvious?”

“Extremely obvious.”

“Progress is to be expected.”

Feng Mohan was thoroughly impressed with her audacity.

Just then, the old maid brought tea over, placing a cup in front of each person. When she reached Qian Wanjin, she hadn’t even set the cup down when the Empress Dowager said, “Young Master Qian isn’t thirsty. Take his cup back.”

The old maid retracted her hand so quickly it was almost like a snap, and Qian Wanjin’s face turned green.

Shi Xianrou pretended not to notice and said nothing. If she tried to protect Xiao Jinzi at this moment, the Empress Dowager’s wrath would have engulfed them all. Better to yield a little and let the old lady vent her anger first.

“Did Your Majesty summoned us to ask about their Highnesses, and also about Xue Qinglian…”

“Xue Qinglian is fine, no need to discuss him. As I just said, Imperial Uncle and Aunt will soon return to the capital,” Feng Mohan stood, rolling up his sleeves as he approached Qian Wanjin. “Now, let’s settle the score for the foot-biting, Uncle Jin. Don’t blame me for this insubordination, okay?”

Qian Wanjin’s face turned even greener. 

Insubordination? Don’t roll up your sleeves! Don’t come near me! 

If anyone else had been nearby, Qian Wanjin would’ve needed more than one head to pay for this insult.

Suppressing the urge to flee behind his wife, Qian Wanjin glared. “How do you know Xue Qinglian is fine?”

“If something had happened to him, do you think you’d be grinning like that? He would’ve come crying to me the moment he returned to the capital,” Feng Mohan snorted. After all, he was personally taught by his uncle. If he didn’t even have this much sense, what kind of emperor would he be?

“Alright, now that you know everything, we won’t stay any longer. We’ll all meet again when Feng Qingbai and Lucky Nannan return.”

With that, Qian Wanjin grabbed Shi Xianrou and dashed out.

This place wasn’t suitable to linger—time to retreat.

Hands on his hips, Feng Mohan glared at their fleeing backs, snorted, and without stopping anyone else, turned to follow the Empress Dowager to soothe the babies.

In reality, there was no need to soothe them at all. The moment Qian Wanjin left, the little ones’ cries immediately ceased.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch, their tears stopping on command.

Even so, the Empress Dowager’s heart ached. She pinched little Badou’s chubby, pale feet, checking several times to make sure no teeth marks were left. Only then did she feel relieved.

Then she turned her head and looked at Feng Mohan with a gaze so chilling that he felt a shiver run through him.

“Imperial Grandmother, this isn’t my fault. Who could have known Qian Wanjin would do something so shameless? I really didn’t expect it!”

Seriously, no one else would have had the guts to do so. 

“Qian Wanjin must have thought Badou’s little foot was white jade tofu!”

“Granny, see the guests out. If His Majesty comes again, bring the feather duster to deal with him.”

“Imperial Grandmother, look at how angry you are. This really has nothing to do with me! If you’re still upset, how about next time Qian Wanjin comes, we bite him back?”

The Empress Dowager fell silent. She didn’t call the senior maid. Instead, she personally went to fetch the feather duster, looking every bit like a fierce, battle‑ready woman.

Feng Mohan broke into a cold sweat and bolted.

What about being the emperor? There were still people who dared to beat him, and the Empress Dowager was definitely one of them.

What could he do?

Swallow the bitterness like a mute who’s eaten bitter herbs and suffer in silence.

This time he had truly misjudged someone. He never would’ve thought Qian Wanjin was that kind of person!

After chasing off another troublemaker, the Empress Dowager finally threw the feather duster aside in frustration. “One after another biting people?! Are they dogs? Hm? Are they dogs?!”

“Granny, remember this. From now on, none of those people are allowed inside the hall! They dared bring trouble upon my Badou! This debt must be noted. Once Feng Qingbai returns, tell him about it.”

“If he doesn’t take it all back, principal and interest, don’t even think about taking Badou and Hongdou away!”

The old maid’s face twitched. “Yes, Your Majesty.” In truth, the Empress Dowager’s main point was the last sentence. She didn’t want the King taking the two little ones away, right?

Young Boss Qian, playing the scapegoat, didn’t even realize it.

“Grandma, hit!”

“Hit, hit!”

The two little ones sat on the couch, shouting while swinging their tiny fists in imitation of punching. Each swing made their small bodies tremble with force, exuding an impressive air of power.

Watching the little trembles of soft flesh on the kids, the Empress Dowager couldn’t help but laugh, her anger instantly dissipating.

“Alright, hit.” She lightly tapped the couch with the feather duster, pretending to be serious. “From now on, anyone who bullies my Badou and Hongdou, Grandma will hit them.”

“Hit——” Badou’s jet‑black eyes sparkled, his little teeth showing as he got completely excited.

Looking at the foot that had been bitten, then at the feather duster, he tugged up his pants, clenched his tiny fists, and swung several punches into the air.

Who these punches were meant for, nobody knew.

At the suburban dock, the passenger ship had arrived.

With feet pressing on the firm dock, surrounded by bustling crowds, taking in the familiar scenery, Liu Yusheng felt a strange sense of disorientation.

After being away for over half a year, it felt like she had been gone for an eternity.

“Let’s go, the carriage is here.”

Feng Qingbai took her hand and walked toward the carriage parked not far from the dock.

It was the carriage of the King’s Manor, the curtains adorned with the princely emblem.

When the group left Xinghua Village, Wei Hong had already sent word to the manor. Every day, the manor would send a carriage to wait at the dock, ready to pick them up the moment they disembark.

Qian Yi followed behind Xue Qinglian, watching the bustling crowd at the dock, clicking her tongue in amazement.

“I didn’t expect the dock to be so lively. There are so many people! Compared to this, the northwest dock is like a wasteland, cold and empty.”

“That’s because your Xiliang Emperor was a pervert,” Xue Qinglian replied lazily.

Qian Yi nodded. “I think he was a pervert too. Good thing he’s dead.”

Xue Qinglian’s face twitched, and he glanced at her.

“Why are you looking at me? I’m just stating the facts.”

“Are you really from Xiliang?” As a citizen of the Xiliang, insulting her own emperor and being glad he’s dead… was that normal?

“I am. Didn’t you know?” Qian Yi smiled at him and climbed into the carriage.

Xue Qinglian didn’t understand that smile, but he didn’t dwell on it. Whatever her smile meant, a little girl like her couldn’t possibly scheme against him, right?