After leaving the Imperial Palace, Xiao Hen planned to hand the three children over to his parents, but as soon as he turned around, his dad decisively took his mom to Vermilion Bird Avenue.
Xiao Hen couldn’t even catch their shadows as he watched the carriage disappear down the street, muttering, "What are they doing?"
Gu Jiao hummed, "Probably on a honeymoon."
Xiao Hen’s mouth twitched, a honeymoon twenty years late...
He looked at the three little ones staring wide-eyed at him and instantly felt his life collapsing.
He first sent Gu Jiao and the three children back to the Princess Residence, and then headed to the Marquis Residence.
Little Jingkong was a child who developed in all aspects—moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor—not only excelling in cultural subjects but also in martial arts.
He’s been training with Gu Changqing recently. Although Gu Changqing promised to bring him back, Xiao Hen still tried to pick him up every night.
Having parents pick you up feels different.
Actually, many people have taught little Jingkong martial arts: Xuanyuan Qi, Long Yi, Marquis Xuanping, Gu Changqing, Chang Jing, and his master Liao Chen.
He learned well from everyone and never got mixed up, which showed his exceptional talent.
"Big brother, goodbye! Sister-in-law, goodbye!"
Little Jingkong said goodbye to Gu Changqing and Yuan Baolin at the entrance of the Marquis Residence, and Xiao Hen also thanked them, then took little Jingkong into the carriage.
Little Jingkong wasn’t so small anymore; he was nearly nine, growing taller by the day. He was no longer the tiny tot who would be completely blocked by the table when he sat down.
"Bad brother-in-law!" He snorted as he smugly got onto the carriage.
Xiao Hen: At first glance, he’s not cute anymore. I wonder who taught him these bad habits.
Little Jingkong had long been the boss of Guozijian, cool and handsome, though he always acted childishly in front of Gu Jiao and Xiao Hen.
The carriage didn’t go down Chang’an Avenue but went toward Xuanwu Avenue.
"What are you going to do?" Little Jingkong had a great sense of direction; especially since Guozijian was on Xuanwu Avenue, he was very familiar with the area, able to tell if the carriage was going the right way even with his eyes closed.
"This isn’t the route back to the Princess Residence." He suspiciously glanced at his bad brother-in-law, "You wouldn’t be planning to sell me in the middle of the night, would you?"
Xiao Hen looked at him, amused and exasperated, "Yes, exactly, I’m planning to sell you to avoid rent hikes in the future."
Little Jingkong crossed his arms and raised his chin, huffing, "You haven’t paid this year’s rent yet! It’s been four months already!"
Xiao Hen dusted off his broad sleeve and said indifferently, "Didn’t I already offset the debt?"

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