My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Lian fed her porridge before using the spoon to also feed himself a mouthful.
“Are you surprised?”

“He had always been poor, yet this time, he had the money to create this House of Treasures.” Crown Prince Mo scooted his stool toward Qiao Mu while whispering, “There’s someone backing him.”

Qiao Mu also lowered her voice.
“Who could it be!”

“To be able to obtain such a large amount of wealth in a short period of time, the money naturally wouldn’t have appeared out of nowhere and must have a source.
We’ll know after some investigation.”

Qiao Mu nodded.
“Then I’ll leave it to you to investigate.”

She was not the least bit interested in looking into things.

“Lazybones.” Mo Lian teased her cheerfully with his finger.
Afterwards, he asked her in seeming confusion, and also as if mumbling to himself, “Why were you cultivating so diligently previously.”

I will never tell you in this lifetime!

So embarrassing…

Shooting her a toothy grin, Mo Lian propped his chin with his hand.
“Qiaoqiao, how should we go there.”

“We only have four days to make this round-trip.
Of course we’re making that stuck-up golden dragon of yours bring us there.
The faster the better!”

“You’re the stuck-up one.” Seventh Yan’s fuming voice suddenly popped up from nowhere.

Meanwhile, Qiao Mu rolled up her small sleeves.
“Come out.”

“Okay, okay, okay, we’ll have him bring us over later.” Mo Lian helplessly caught hold of her small hand.
He had already gotten used to how these two little fellows would face off like fighting cocks whenever they met up.

“Am I able to beat him in a fight right now?” Qiao Mu turned to ask Mo Lian.

Mo Lian gave his wife a look before shaking his head in all sincerity!

The little fellow immediately stood up with a harrumph.
“Then forget it.”

Seventh Yan was so livid that his voice popped up again.
“Are you planning to thrash me violently once you are able to beat me in a fight?”

“Correct.”

“You! Xiao Mo, I’m going to die from anger!”

“There, there, don’t be angry.” Mo Lian cleared his throat in exasperation before pulling Qiao Mu outside.
“Little Seven, come out.”