My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

g there in cold sweat, Yi’an hurriedly exclaimed, “Yi’an, Yi’an does not dare!”

Queen Zhao looked at her before smoothing things over with a smile, “Alright, alright, stand up, Yi’an.
Crown Prince, don’t be so exacting toward Yi’an.
She is your grandmother’s adopted granddaughter, after all.
Speaking of which, she would be considered half a younger sister to you.”

Mo Lian nodded noncommittally.

Yi’an’s maidservant, Xu’er, ran up in heartache, bending down to help her miss up.

The master and servant exchanged a glance before suppressing the faint light in their eyes.

“Crown Prince.” Queen Zhao walked up smilingly to hold her eldest son’s hand intimately.

However, the crown prince wasn’t able to pull his hands back in time, allowing Queen Zhao to catch hold of them.

Causing her to end up with greasy hands…

The crown prince twitched his mouth.
He then quickly peered at Queen Zhao’s queer expression and covered up with a dry laugh, “Roy-Royal Mother, just now, I broke a plate, so my hands are all oily.
I wasn’t able to tell Royal Mother in time.”

If it weren’t because Her Majesty the Queen was present, Shaoyao really wanted to double up in laughter!

His Highness was in dismay now, right.
But how happy was he when he was messing about with Miss just now!

“You are grown up now, yet you still do not know how to take care of yourself.” Queen Zhao cast a look behind her.

Nanny Qing immediately led forth maidservants who were holding a water basin and clean towels.

Queen Zhao personally wrung a hand towel to wipe her son’s hands, instantly making Crown Prince Mo a bit embarrassed…

He was already so big, yet his mother still had to wipe his hands for him.
He quickly grasped his Madam Mother and asserted with a light cough, “Mom, it is not like I am a child.
I can do it myself.”

Queen Zhao couldn’t resist breaking out in a chuckle.
“In Mom’s eyes, you will still be Mom’s child even when you are 80 years old.
But thinking back now, you were thinking of dressing by yourself when you were three years old, even though you weren’t even as tall as the clothes rack.
In the end, the clothes rack fell down and buried you in clothes.”