The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter Chapter 852: Nuo’er Still Cares About Father

Chapter 852: Nuo’er Still Cares About Father
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu Nuo’er immediately sat up straight.
Her porcelain-like face and watery eyes were filled with surprise.
“Mother?”
Noble Consort Qiao dragged the small stool and moved to their table.
When Gu Yihan saw this, he quickly brought his stool and sat on the other side.
There was a narrow square table surrounded by their family of four.
Gu Yihan lowered his voice. “Father came, but you didn’t see me?”
Gu Nuo’er’s long eyelashes fluttered and her fair face was filled with innocence. “Father, Mother, why are the two of you here?!”
Noble Consort Qiao smiled under her hood, her red lips fluttering. “You child, I asked you to bring Mother here to take a look, but you ran away by yourself.
“Our Nuo’er is so outstanding that she can even hold a poetry gathering after opening a sweet shop. Of course Mother has to come and take a look at such an interesting thing.”
Gu Nuo’er looked at Gu Yihan.
“Then why is Father also…”
Gu Yihan glanced at Noble Consort Qiao and sneered. “It’s all because of your mother. She actually wants to leave the palace privately. How presumptuous!”
His last four words were a little louder.
It attracted the puzzled gazes of the surrounding people.
Gu Yihan didn’t look guilty at all. Instead, he glared at everyone with an imposing aura. “What are you looking at? Turn your head away!”
Everyone thought that it was strange.
Who was this person? He was so fierce!
However, due to Gu Yihan’s aura, everyone silently retracted their gazes.
Noble Consort Qiao whispered to Gu Yihan, “Your Majesty, don’t be angry anymore. Didn’t you realize what your consort did in the end?”
Gu Yihan crossed his arms and sneered. “If I hadn’t, you would have left the palace to look for Nuo’er yourself. At that time, you’d be the one accompanying our daughter more. I’m busy to begin with. I’d have suffered a huge loss!”
Gu Nuo’er knew that this would happen.
She quickly held a plate of bean pastries on the table and pushed it between Gu Yihan and Noble Consort Qiao.
“Father, Mother, this is a new flavor from my sweet shop. Give it a try and don’t quarrel any more.”
Gu Yihan snorted. “Nuo’er still cares about Father.”
He reached out to take one, but he handed it to Noble Consort Qiao first.
Then, he took another one to have a taste.
Noble Consort Qiao lifted her hood and took a small bite.
Her eyes suddenly lit up. “Not bad. Is this made by Nanny Hu?”
Gu Nuo’er smiled. “It’s made by Nanny Hu’s little disciple. Now that Nanny is old, I’ve found many disciples to learn her craft from her!”
Noble Consort Qiao was even happier. “Our Nuo’er is really getting better and better. She’s so considerate like a little adult.”
Gu Yihan laughed heartily. “She takes after her father.”
Noble Consort Qiao was speechless.
At this moment, Gu Yihan saw that Ye Siming had been crossing his arms calmly at the side.
The youth’s eyes were cold, hiding a reassuring steadiness.
Gu Yihan pushed the pastry in front of Ye Siming. “Marquis Yongye, try it too.”
However, Ye Siming said calmly, “Thank you, Your Majesty. I’ve already had it just now.”
Gu Yihan knew that Ye Siming’s personality had always been like this, so he didn’t argue with him about not giving him face.
He picked up the teacup that Gu Nuo’er had used and moistened his mouth.
He then asked Ye Siming nonchalantly, “What do you think of this poetry gathering?
Gu Yihan’s original intention was to hear people other than their family of three praise Nuo’er’s current achievements.
Unexpectedly, Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and slowly said—
“There’s a person in front on the left who keeps looking back as if he’s sizing up the noble consort.
The third person on His Majesty’s left was sneaky. He had stolen the purse of the person beside him just now. He was probably a thief.
“There’s also the second person sitting by the window on the right. When his friend left, he spat in his cup. He’s hypocritical and probably doesn’t really get along with his friend..”