The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 849 Is Madam Your Master?

Shi Chengxuan blinked for a long time.

Tang Chujun looked at him like a fool, and cursed him by name, "Shi Chengxuan, are you sick? Madam Zhong, kick this man out. Don't let him set foot in Yu Sheng Pavilion again."

What a waste of time!

If I stay a moment longer, I feel like my hair will start to smoke.

Shi Chengxuan felt very unwilling and said in a depressed tone, "Don't chase me away! I'm going to go see Xia'er."

Tang Chujun shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Shi Chengxuan was delighted.

Seeing Tang Chujun's fierce face again, she wanted to eat him up, "Don't go to see Xia'er! She's already having a hard time being pregnant, why are you going to make things difficult for her!"

Shi Chengxuan's face fell, "What a lie! As a father, is it wrong for me to care about my daughter?"

"You call that caring?" Tang Chujun was furious. "She keeps saying those annoying sour words. How often does she worry about you? You're such a grown-up, but you don't do anything serious."

Shi Chengxuan couldn't help but persuade, "Chu Jun, I'm telling you, you should stop getting angry. Which woman would be like you? You have changed beyond recognition."

Tang Chujun was stunned for a moment, and then he found that when he met Shi Chengxuan, a ghost fire ran through his heart, and he couldn't suppress it.

She was indeed completely different. She was not originally this kind of person.

Shi Chengxuan asked again, "You are going to be a grandmother and a grandmother-in-law. Aren't you sad?"

Tang Chujun didn't understand, "Why do you feel sad?"

"Because it makes us look old." Shi Chengxuan said confidently.

Tang Chujun: "..."

She remembered what her daughter had said earlier, and she copied her words, "If you don't want to be a grandfather, you don't have to be one. From now on, the children won't recognize you."

Shi Chengxuan saw the determination in his ex-wife's eyes when she said she wanted to leave him, and he sighed in his heart, "Actually, I really have something to ask Xia Er."

Shi Anxia had been listening outside the door for a long time. He walked into the house, bowed to his parents, and then said, "Father, what's the matter? Tell me."

Shi Chengxuan looked at his daughter, who was becoming more and more beautiful, with a flattering look on his face. He quickly took out a booklet from his arms and said, "Xia'er, sit down first. It's tiring to stand. Look, I'm practicing my calligraphy. Do you think my handwriting is good?"

Shi Anxia was pregnant and didn't dare to stand for long. She didn't say anything polite. She sat down and casually took the book and flipped through it. After a moment, she said, "It would be great if father could calm down and practice calligraphy. Regardless of whether the calligraphy is good or not, at least practicing calligraphy can train your mind, cultivate your character and body, and it will also be of many benefits to you."

Tang Chujun sat aside and drank tea, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Shouldn't this be something that the elders should tell the younger ones?

Now, on the contrary, only Shi Chengxuan has this blessing.

Shi Chengxuan asked eagerly, "Why don't you discuss whether the calligraphy is good or bad? Xia'er, you should discuss it. Isn't there anything good about it?"

Shi Anxia smiled faintly, "Father, do you want to hear the truth?"

Shi Chengxuan felt that this truth was not a good thing and sighed in his heart.

Then I heard my daughter say, "If dad had not been spoiled by my grandmother when he was a child and had not studied calligraphy seriously, he would never be what he is now. Dad has talent, but he just lacks patience. Given time, if dad concentrates on practicing calligraphy, he will definitely be able to write well."

After listening for a long time, Shi Chengxuan finally understood the last four words: good handwriting.

He was immediately overjoyed. "I told you so. My daughter can become the best calligrapher in calligraphy. How can I, as an old man... well, as a father, be any worse?"

Tang Chujun: "..."

You will grasp the key points.

Shi Chengxuan stood up happily, took the booklet and left in a gust of wind. As he left, he said, "I'm going to practice calligraphy."

Tang Chujun stroked his forehead, "Xia'er, this cake of yours will be enough for him to eat for a while."

Shi Anxia said, "The backyard is empty and we are living under someone else's roof. Father rarely goes out to drink and have fun now. It would be good to keep him practicing calligraphy."

"It's just difficult for Madam Gu." Speaking of this, Tang Chujun couldn't help asking, "Yesterday, Madam Gu sent me another basket of Ganzhou honey fruit. What do you think I should give in return? She sends me gifts every other day, and I feel embarrassed."

Shi Anxia thought for a moment and said, "If you invite her to have a cup of tea, it will be more effective than giving her anything else."

Tang Chujun nodded, "That's right."

As the mother and daughter were talking, someone walked into the Young Master's Mansion, exhausted.

The man bowed respectfully before presenting the letter with great care, "Madam, please take a look."

Shi Anxia recognized this man; he was Jin Qi, one of the Twelve Killers.

In his previous life, he tried to assassinate her, calling her "faithless", and committed suicide by taking poison after being captured.

After Shi Anxia knew many things about his previous life, he knew that this person was devoted to the Lord, so he said gently, "Thank you for your hard work, Jin Qi."

Jin Qi was a little surprised.

He knew that the mistress had never liked the Twelve Killers, and that they rarely served the mistress afterwards.

But the mistress still pointed out his name immediately.

A little flattered, he quickly knelt on one leg and said, "It's my job."

Shi Anxia asked Jin Qi some questions about Cen Yuan, but he answered them one by one in a dull manner.

Answer whatever is asked, without a single extra word.

When Anxia heard that Cen Yuan was fine, she felt that everything was fine. She asked Beihui to take Jin Qi down to rest, and also told her to arrange his food, clothing, housing and transportation in the mansion.

After Jin Qi left, he said to Bei Hui, "I'm leaving. We have a house outside to stay."

Bei Hui asked, "Is the Madam your master?"

Jin Qi replied, "Of course."

"The master asked you to stay in the mansion and rest, why are you leaving?" Bei Hui stopped and looked at the man in front of him, "Or in your heart, the master only has the young master?"

Jin Qi was stupid and not good at speaking, so he hurriedly explained, "No, that's not it. The young master once issued a death order. If the young master and his wife are in danger at the same time, we, the Twelve Killers, have only one mission, which is to save his wife."

Bei Hui softened her expression, "So do you regard the lady as your master, or is it just a task of yours?"

“This!” Jin Qi was stumped. “I, I, I, I…”

Bei Hui did not make it difficult for him, "Come on, Madam lets you rest in the mansion because she trusts you. Also, Madam will definitely write a letter tonight for you to take to the young master, so you should rest well and wait for the order."

Having said this, he led him forward without saying anything more.

Jin Qi followed Bei Hui with his head down, ate his meal in silence, and went to the yard to rest.

For some reason, I developed a sense of attachment to home in this courtyard.

He grinned and laughed for no apparent reason. The next day, he set out for the battlefront with his mistress's letter, and traveled day and night to deliver the letter to his master.

Cen Yuan was surprised, "Are you staying at the Young Master's Mansion this time?"

Jin Qi was terrified. "It was arranged by the mistress. I know I shouldn't..."

Cen Yuan interrupted him, "Just listen to the mistress."

He opened the envelope and found two smaller envelopes inside.

One letter was from Shi Anxia to him, and the other was from Tang Chujun to Emperor Mingde.

Cen Yuan took the letter to Emperor Mingde's tent.

The two of them sat down and read the letters without disturbing each other.

Then Cen Yuan stood up and paced back and forth.

I can never get enough of the beautiful handwriting, which I can read again and again.

Sure enough, the lady was pregnant.