Jie Kong nodded slightly, then with a very tense expression, pretended to speak naturally, "You haven’t told what the little one’s na is."
"The little one, his nickna is Little Honey Pot, given by his dad."
"Dad?" Jie Kong seed to have heard this term before.
"Yes, it ans ’father’," Mo Shu smiled, occasionally separating the two children a bit, preventing them from licking everywhere.
Jie Kong remained expressionless, "The big one is called Tangguan, the little one is called Honey Jar, they all sound like girls."
"Yes," Mo Shu grinned, "Their father has always liked girls. When I was pregnant, he hoped every day for two girls to be born, so he gave them girlish nicknas. But fortunately, their formal nas have a bit of masculinity."
Jie Kong could tell, and see, that Mo Shu and her husband were very much in love.
Jie Kong’s mood suddenly worsened.
It felt even more intense than before, a thousand tis over.
Probably because she was his savior, and the husband she loved was one of those who almost killed him, and the two adorable kids in his arms bore the blood of one of his enemies...
This feeling was indeed a bit... no, extrely contradictory.
Mo Shu said, "When I was about six or seven months pregnant... he said in front of my family that regardless of whether the kids were boys or girls, one would have the surna Yu, and the other Mo."
Jie Kong paused; the feeling of displeasure intensified, even a strong sense of jealousy erged in his heart.
Ha.
How ridiculous!
Who wants to hear her talk about these trivial matters?
Jie Kong held the two little ones, suddenly feeling extrely impatient, even... wanting to strangle them right there.
Mo Shu looked at him, continued, "So, one child has the surna Yu, nad Yu Xiu Li, and the other has the surna Mo, nad Mo Xiu Nian."
Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Jie Kong said flatly, "Nice nas."
"Yes, they were chosen by my grandpa."
"Grandpa?" Jie Kong found it strange, "Didn’t your grandpa already..."
The Eldest Princess’s grandpa was the previous Emperor of the Mo Yan Dynasty.
The previous Emperor had died long ago, which is why the current Emperor ascended the throne.
This woman’s grandpa should have already died, shouldn’t he?
But the words that ca to his lips felt too impolite, so he swallowed them.
Mo Shu said, "No, not this grandpa."
If not this grandpa, then it couldn’t possibly be the grandpa from the Yu family.
The grandpa from the Yu family had long been killed in a coup, how could he still be alive?
Jie Kong felt that everything seed wrong, he cast a sidelong glance at Mo Shu, thinking: She really is a clever woman, knowing how to fabricate non-existent stories to confuse him, but unfortunately, he already knew who she was.
Ji Nan soon returned with the tea set. While looking at them from a distance near the pavilion, he could see their silhouettes under the hazy moonlight.
Two big, two small, a family of four.
Ji Nan moved unhurriedly, walking back leisurely, then slowly began to set up the tea set.
Little Tangguan talked to Little Honey Pot: "Ah-woooo~"
Little Honey Pot replied: "Ah!"
Mo Shu and Ji Nan were both amused. Jie Kong looked at the two little ones in his hands, feeling a bit unwilling to hold them, yet finding them indeed adorable...
If only their father wasn’t from the Yu family.
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