Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"I won't eat!"

The little emperor put down his chopsticks with a grim expression on his face.

"Keep these queen mothers to eat by themselves."

The young queen mother looked calm, and silently put a big chicken leg into the little emperor's bowl.

Jun Yu: "..."

He is full of gas!

Feng Qian glanced at the stinky little emperor, couldn't help but smile, and continued to eat his meal with his head down.

Seeing Feng Qian's unaffected appearance, Jun Yu felt even worse.

The fair and delicate face bulged inadvertently.

The queen mother over there didn't seem to notice his bad mood at all.

The little emperor stomped his feet depressedly by himself again.

Feng Qian continued to eat his own food.

Jun Yu's face darkened, and he sulked without saying a word.

Feng Qian finally noticed the little fragment with a dark face and awkward expression.

Hey, children are just not easy to raise.

Feng Qian picked up the little emperor's bowl, with a kind smile on his face, "Come on, Seventeen, the queen mother will feed you."

The girl held the silver spoon with her fair fingers, scooped up a spoonful of food, and handed it to the little emperor's mouth.

Jun Yu lowered his eyes to look, and raised his eyes to meet the girl with a smile.

Somehow, he opened his mouth.

Then he ate the meal fed by the girl.

The little emperor chewed expressionlessly, then swallowed again.

The taste is barely strong.

Next, Feng Qian felt that she was a good feeder, mainly small fragments, just like an emotionless eating machine.

He opened his mouth carefully, chewed the rice, and swallowed it.

The young boy has no expression on his face, and has been maintaining his cold and domineering personality.

After Feng Qian finished feeding the last mouthful of food, Jun Yu stuck out his tongue expressionlessly and licked his lips lightly.

Perhaps the child felt that his actions were childish, and he immediately scowled, with no emotion on his delicate face.

"full?"

Feng Qian asked him.

The girl glanced at the little emperor, then picked up her own chopsticks to eat.

It's getting cold.

Jun Yu pursed his lips, and after a while, hummed lightly, then returned to his cold expression.

Feng Qian put down his chopsticks, "Aijia is full too."

Jun Yu glanced at her.

Feng Qian stood up and was about to leave.

After walking a few steps, the girl stopped, she turned her head to look at Jun Yu with a cold face, "Do you need your mother to coax you to sleep at Seventeen?"

Jun Yu was stunned for a moment, his dark and beautiful eyes blinked, and his delicate fair face blushed.

"Who wants you to coax..."

"I'm ten years old!"

Feng Qian let out an oh, and turned around, "Then Aijia left."

Jun Yu raised his eyes, his eyes quietly fell on the girl.

The little emperor pursed his lips.

She... seems to be okay.

…

Feng Qian returned to the Palace of Compassion and Ning, and fell into bed to sleep after taking a bath.

I wanted to be a salted fish queen mother, but I didn't expect to teach such a tossing little fragment.

An arrogant and awkward little kid.

The next day, before Feng Qian woke up, he was awakened by knocking on the door.

Hong Yao, a court lady next to the original owner, came to inform that the little princess of Qi State had come to the palace as a guest.

Generally speaking, it is not suitable for a princess to step out of the palace, let alone this little princess is still young.

But this little princess is His Majesty Qi's favorite, domineering and powerful.

When I came to the Junguo Palace as a guest, I actually wanted to see the little emperor.

When the little emperor was young, he once had a relationship with this little princess.

The little princess liked Jun Yu, the little prince, but he was too cruel.

At the beginning, the little princess of Qi State was sad for a long time because of this.

Coming here now, I probably still want to work hard.

After listening to Hong Yao's words, Feng Qian couldn't help but sighed with his hands on his forehead, what a bunch of careless brats.

As the master of the harem, she naturally wanted to receive the little princess from the neighboring country.