My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 2913 Why Are You Chasing Me?

Chapter 2913 Why Are You Chasing Me?

Mo Lian regarded him with indifference. "You're the one I'm scolding."
Qiao Mu felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Technically, these two individuals, one large and one small, could hardly be considered mature adults. She couldn't fathom why they had to quarrel every time they crossed paths.
The petite monk frantically waved his four limbs, kicking at empty air while crying out, "Benefactress, Benefactress, please save me from your rowdy husband!"
Qiao Mu rolled her eyes at their antics before reaching out to gently comfort the small monk that Mo Lian was holding. "Alright, alright, don't always get yourself into trouble."
The little monk looked at her with a falsely innocent pride.
How was he getting himself into trouble? It was clear that Crown Prince Lian was the one being petty.
True, Benefactress was his wife, but she was still his Benefactress! The little monk puffed up with pride and shot an accusing glare at Mo Lian.
Then, he turned around and leaned against Qiao Mu's shoulder. "Benefactress, how did you locate me?"
His eyes suddenly lit up, and without waiting for Qiao Mu to respond, he began to talk to himself, "It must be because my fate with Benefactress is profound."
Qiao Mu couldn't help but chuckle at the irony.
Ever since she had awakened this child, he had been an unstoppable chatterbox.
What an incessant little monk.
"Little Master, you're truly clever!" Chen Qi, who had been silently observing for a while, finally chimed in with a laugh. "Little Master, would you like to learn the art of forging from me?"
The small monk, Kongkong, turned his head to look at the elderly man who had suddenly taken notice of him. He shook his head vigorously, like a rattling drum. "I am a monk. I have no desire for fame or worldly knowledge. There's no need for me to delve into forging."
Qiao Mu couldn't help but find this amusing. She raised her hand and playfully poked his round, childlike face. "Learning forging can be quite practical. You could craft your own weapon someday."
The small monk sneakily glanced at Crown Prince Mo, who looked rather disheveled, and muttered softly, "Doesn't your husband know how to make one?"
What kind of weapon did this young monk want? If he desired it, he could simply have your husband make it for him. The expression in the little monk's eyes simultaneously amused and exasperated Qiao Mu.
Usually, this child was accustomed to scolding Mo Lian, but at this crucial moment, he thought of Crown Prince Mo. It was evident that this influence secretly held the Crown Prince in high regard.
"Do you know who those men in black are?"
"What black-clad men?" Only then did the small monk scan his surroundings. When he spotted several black-clad men sprawled out on the withered grass, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
"They're chasing me? Why are they chasing me?" The little monk asked in confusion.
As soon as he said this, Qiao Mu realized that she wouldn't get any useful information from the little monk. He probably knew no more than she did.
With that in mind, Qiao Mu let out a soft sigh. She had taken only a couple of steps with the little monk in her arms when she suddenly felt her load lighten.
Lowering her gaze, she discovered that her arms were now empty, and the little monk had been snatched away by her husband, who stood nearby.
"What are you doing?" The small monk immediately protested. "I wanted you to carry me!"
Being held by this stubborn and somewhat stinky man was continuously bruising his ego. It was nowhere near as comfortable as being cradled by Benefactress.
Mo Lian gently bent down and stroked the small monk's head. He spoke with a wry smile, "Objection overruled!"