C3 Do You Know What a Husband Is?

“Do you know what husband is?”

“Yes. I am the one who coaxed Little Nine to eat, tell her stories, buy her snacks, and help Little Nine with her business.” She tried her best to recall what her aunt and the emperor’s nephew had told her, but she still turned her head away from him.

Gu Jun’an’s mouth curled up. She was so young, yet she knew how to coax people. “That is your father!”

Lan Qingqian touched the tears at the corner of her eyes. She was still a child after all. The tears came fast and left fast. She turned her head away and said, “I have a father. Father is the most powerful person in the world, and he treats Little Nine the best. As long as he is here, everyone treats Little Nine well and likes Little Nine. They will also play with Little Nine!” She didn’t want anyone to be her father.

Her childish words were filled with the hypocrisy of the world. In the past, when she held the power in the hands of Emperor Xiao Ren, she was naturally the most respected person in the world. She was a treasure in the hands of everyone. Now that the power had been transferred, no one was willing to be close to her and coax her with false words.

Gu Jun’an’s cold heart was filled with a strange feeling. She looked at her weak and pitiful eyes and thought of herself when she was abandoned in the West Lake Mystic Realm when she was a child. It was probably the same kind of eyes. She felt wronged and helpless, but she also hoped that someone would come and take care of her.

Seeing that he hadn’t spoken for a long time, Lan Qingqian remembered that when she was going to be married off, she heard the people around her saying that Emperor Xiao Ren would be gone in the future. So what if the title of the eldest princess was more prestigious? She was still sent away by the empress dowager because she was disliked by the empress dowager. In the future, no one would care about her. She would be even more pitiful than a servant.

She raised her head and asked him again, “They told me that my father went far away and wouldn’t be back for a long time. My father is not here. I am a pitiful worm. No one likes me anymore. I will stay here for a while. When my father comes back, can he send me back?” In her opinion, it was not her home. Gu Jun’an was just a stranger. She would definitely go back when her father came back.

Gu Jun’an felt a bit sad. She did not answer her directly. She patted her head like a kitten and said, “Don’t worry. No one will bully you with me here.” He used ‘I’, not ‘I’. It was a casual action, but it sounded serious.

Lan Qingqian nodded her head as if she understood.

“They lied to me. They told me that my father would never come back. I don’t want to believe them. Even if he went far away, my father could ride his horse and come back quickly. His horse is so fast that it can fly. They must have lied to me!”

Gu Jun’an was speechless. She did not tell her that she would never come back.

She reached out her head and patted her head. She picked up the handkerchief and wiped her face and hands. She then found another handkerchief to wipe her feet.

Lan Qingqian rolled into the blanket and fell asleep. She quietly put the box under her pillow, only showing her palm-sized head. Lan Qingqian was so sleepy that she could not even open her eyes. She shouted, “I can’t sleep. Tell me a story.”

Gu Jun’an would only kill people with his sword in the West Lake Mystic Realm, how could he be a good parent?

He said coldly, “I don’t know how to!”

Lan Qingqian turned around and stared at him with misty eyes. She felt wronged.

Gu Jun’an said, “There was a pig called Little Fatty before, but after he grew up… he became a roasted pig!”

Lan Qingqian frowned and rolled her eyes. She protested, “Is this a story?”

“Yes, a story.”

Lan Qingqian felt that he was being disrespectful.

She said, “You’re so old and you don’t even know how to tell a story. You’re so stupid! Why don’t I tell you?” She was being disrespectful.

It was the first time that someone dared to say that she was stupid. However, Gu Jun’an, who always liked to hold grudges, didn’t make things difficult for her.

Lan Qingqian rubbed her head against the blanket like a kitten. She started telling her story, “There was a little orange cat in my palace. I fed it dried fish every day. It grew so big and its head was rounder than a bowl… nine orange cats were fat, and one was especially fat!”