533: Little Black Egg (3)

Little Black Egg (3)

Yu Wan was confused. Couldn't defeat… who?0

"Your Highness!" In the Queen Manor, the head guard, Mo Sang, hurried to the Queen's study.

The Queen put down the memorial in her hand and looked at him solemnly. "Is there news of the Prince Consort?"

Mo Sang cupped his fists and said, "A guard from the River Gazing Restaurant met the Prince Consort. The Prince Consort refused to return to the manor!"

The Queen slapped the table and stood up. "Why doesn't he want to return to the manor?"

Mo Sang bowed under her powerful aura and lowered his head. "I don't know. The Prince Consort doesn't want to talk to us, so I can only come and ask you."

The Queen pressed her throbbing temples and turned her head away. "Lead the way!"

"Yes!" Mo Sang prepared a carriage for the Queen. The group arrived at the River Gazing Restaurant as quickly as possible, but no one expected the two of them to miss.

The Queen said angrily, "Where's the Prince Consort?"

A guard said, "Your Highness, the Prince Consort has left. He doesn't allow us to follow. He said… he said that if we dare to disobey his orders, he'll chop off our heads…"

Such great power was naturally given to the Prince Consort by the Queen. The Queen wanted to express her value for the Prince Consort and not let the world look down on him. Who knew that it would become a stone that hit her feet?

The Queen took a deep breath and suppressed her monstrous anger. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and find him."

"Yes… yes!" The guards dispersed.

Mo Sang accompanied the Queen with a solemn expression.

"Why aren't you looking for him?" The Queen asked coldly.

Mo Sang said thoughtfully, "I'm thinking, could the Prince Consort have gone to some special place?"

"A special place?" The Queen muttered. In a flash, her eyes lit up. "The shop selling candied hawthorn!"

That was the child's usual place…

Dabao was brought out by his mother alone. Er'bao and Xiaobao were very depressed. They were unhappy while they ate and played. Yan Jiuchao looked at the two little fellows' unhappy expressions and finally decided to bring them out to buy candied hawthorn.

The two of them jumped up when they heard that there was candied hawthorn! The two of them let Yan Jiuchao hold their hands and skipped along the street.

The Prince Consort was already waiting not far away. He was not sure if he could wait for the person he wanted to see. He just stood there foolishly. First, he saw Xiaobao jump out of the alley, then… another Xiaobao?

He was stunned. There were two-two children?

When Xiaobao and Er'bao saw the candied hawthorn anymore, they abandoned their father and ran over!

"Want, want, want! This!" Xiaobao stood on his tiptoes and pointed at the largest and brightest stick of candied hawthorn on the counter.

"Okay! What do you want?" The boss took the candied hawthorn and handed it to Xiaobao before looking at Er'bao, who was panting as he ran over.

"Er'bao wants this!" Er'bao pointed at a string of sparkling sugar oranges.

The boss handed the sugar orange to Er'bao.

The Prince Consort looked at the two black baldies and smiled until his eyes could not be seen. Soon, Yan Jiuchao strolled over. The Prince Consort's eyes flickered and he became nervous. He opened his mouth to call out to him, but hesitated.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Jiuchao paid the bill and was about to bring the two little black eggs back to the manor. He finally mustered his courage, but before he could say anything, he felt a pain on the back of his neck. His eyes rolled back and he fell into the arms of the person behind him.

He felt himself being picked up by the other party and carried into a familiar carriage. He tried to look at Yan Jiuchao, who was gradually disappearing from the street corner, but he could not move at all. He looked at the person holding him with a blurry vision. It was a woman.

The Queen touched his forehead comfortingly and brought over a bowl of medicine. "Be good. Drink this and sleep well. Then you won't have any worries."

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