My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 1172 - The Crown Prince Is Embarrassed

Chapter 1172: The Crown Prince Is Embarrassed

At least this little fellow called her Royal Mother, regardless of how stiff her tone of voice may be.
In contrast to the distant way she used to stoically refer to her as “Your Majesty the Queen,” at least she looked more pleasing to the eye now.
Shaoyao, who stood rooted to the floor like a candle beside Queen Zhao, quickly hung her head, but she was unable to hide her trembling shoulders.
On the side, Mo Lian also beamed as he turned his handsome face to his wifey and winked with his phoenix eyes.
“Many thanks for Royal Mother’s concern. Qiaoqiao is quite well. Because she had previously been in closed-door cultivation for a long time in the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm, she still needs to properly nurse her body now after coming back. When she has improved in health in a few days, this son will then bring Qiaoqiao to visit Grandmother and Royal Mother.”
Queen Zhao nodded after hearing this.
Beside her, Yi’an remarked with a smile, “Yi’an heard that Miss Qiao and them exited the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm in advance. Yi’an wonders if there was some kind of unforeseen development.”
Suddenly, the crown prince raised his gaze and swept it over her lightly.
Even though Yi’an’s heart sank upon seeing this, she still faced the crown prince and crown prince consort with a smile in her eyes.
“Could it be that Yi’an said something wrong?”
“The crown prince consort’s status was personally conferred by Royal Father. By calling her Miss Qiao, are you dissatisfied in any way with Royal Father’s decree?” Crown Prince Mo raised his eyebrow with a sardonic smile on his lips.
Yi’an was stunned, but even so, she hastily knelt down in apology. “Yi’an made a slip of the tongue. Your Highness the Crown Prince, Yi’an did not mean to disregard the king’s decree.”
“That would be for the best.” Crown Prince Mo nodded as he curled his lips into a callous smile. “Otherwise, this crown prince might mistakenly think that you were dissatisfied with the king.”
While kneeling there in cold sweat, Yi’an hurriedly exclaimed, “Yi’an, Yi’an does not dare!”
Queen Zhao looked at her before smoothing things over with a smile, “Alright, alright, stand up, Yi’an. Crown Prince, don’t be so exacting toward Yi’an. She is your grandmother’s adopted granddaughter, after all. Speaking of which, she would be considered half a younger sister to you.”
Mo Lian nodded noncommittally.
Yi’an’s maidservant, Xu’er, ran up in heartache, bending down to help her miss up.
The master and servant exchanged a glance before suppressing the faint light in their eyes.
“Crown Prince.” Queen Zhao walked up smilingly to hold her eldest son’s hand intimately.
However, the crown prince wasn’t able to pull his hands back in time, allowing Queen Zhao to catch hold of them.
Causing her to end up with greasy hands…
The crown prince twitched his mouth. He then quickly peered at Queen Zhao’s queer expression and covered up with a dry laugh, “Roy-Royal Mother, just now, I broke a plate, so my hands are all oily. I wasn’t able to tell Royal Mother in time.”
If it weren’t because Her Majesty the Queen was present, Shaoyao really wanted to double up in laughter!
His Highness was in dismay now, right. But how happy was he when he was messing about with Miss just now!
“You are grown up now, yet you still do not know how to take care of yourself.” Queen Zhao cast a look behind her.
Nanny Qing immediately led forth maidservants who were holding a water basin and clean towels.
Queen Zhao personally wrung a hand towel to wipe her son’s hands, instantly making Crown Prince Mo a bit embarrassed…
He was already so big, yet his mother still had to wipe his hands for him. He quickly grasped his Madam Mother and asserted with a light cough, “Mom, it is not like I am a child. I can do it myself.”
Queen Zhao couldn’t resist breaking out in a chuckle. “In Mom’s eyes, you will still be Mom’s child even when you are 80 years old. But thinking back now, you were thinking of dressing by yourself when you were three years old, even though you weren’t even as tall as the clothes rack. In the end, the clothes rack fell down and buried you in clothes.”