Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 589 The Elder Doesn't Want to Take Care of the Child 31

The surface of the crimson summoning stone was very smooth. Zhao Zhao touched the stone in his hand as he passed through the Royal Palace Garden.

Behind the layers upon layers of flowers, Xi Yan steals a moment of leisure.

His purple robes still shone brightly, and his narrow eyes curved gently when he saw Zhaozhao: "My little darling~"

"Is this the direction you're looking from, the direction of Princess Yuefeng's room?" His purple eyes flickered slightly, but his face showed no extra emotion.

"Ah."

The white-haired boy spoke softly, looking through the flowers at the delicate and refined face, and Xi Yan felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

He had always known about Yue and Ye's feelings for Zhao Zhao.

"I'm going to find Lord Ye Feng."

Zhao Zhao nodded slightly to him, and Xi Yan quickly called out to the boy's slender back, "If you're free later, remember to come and help me with something, little one!"

As the clan's chief elder, he worked from dawn till dusk every day, which exhausted him.

"it is good."

Zhao Zhao responded with a single sentence.

As a child, Ye loved to sleep in late, but since becoming the Phoenix Lord, he has become the most hardworking phoenix in the Phoenix Clan.

He never imagined that Ye, the mischievous younger brother, would eventually become a more composed Phoenix Lord than his older brother Yue.

When I arrived at the study, Ye, standing tall and dressed in a black and gold robe, was already handling government affairs.

As soon as Zhao Zhao entered the room, Ye raised his head.

A smile immediately appeared on his handsome face: "Did you bring the summoning stone?"

Zhao Zhao smiled slightly at him and said, "Mm."

Two long, slender fingers pinched a ruby-red stone, creating a striking color contrast.

Ye was torn between looking at Ruyu's hands and the summoning stone he had been longing for.

He was slightly taken aback when Zhao Zhao had already placed the stone on his desk.

The familiar yet unpleasant scent emanating from the boy lingered around my nose.

Ye Fangrou's gentle expression turned cold in an instant, his fingers clenched into fists under the table, he gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "You weren't with Yue all night, were you?"

Ye had only ever smelled this fragrance on Yue.

The young man asked in a tone that startled Zhao Zhao.

At this moment, he stood in front of Ye and saw that the proud Phoenix Lord had his head lowered. From his perspective, he looked aggrieved and pitiful.

Recalling Ye's questioning last night, he said softly, "Yue kept bothering me last night, so I sat at the table all night reading storybooks to him."

"Read storybooks?" Ye snorted, raising his head and frowning, looking somewhat fierce. "Is he still a newborn cub?! He's so big and you still need to read storybooks to him?!"

"Troublemaker!!!"

Ye angrily picked up the summoning stone on the table, stuffed it into his arms, and suddenly rushed towards Zhao Zhao, hugging him tightly.

"You smell like Yue all over you! Do you know how awful that is?!"

Recently, Ye and he have been having increasingly intimate physical contact, with Ye's fluffy head gently rubbing against his neck.

Zhao Zhao's hand, which was about to push him away, suddenly stopped.

He knew that Yue and Ye relied on him a lot.

Remembering his limited time, he didn't push him away again, but gently patted his head with his hand: "Did you do what you promised me yesterday?"

"Huh?" Ye looked up blankly, his reddened eyes meeting those indifferent eyes.

They were very close, and Ye's head was spinning: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zhao sighed: "How are your injuries? Did you go to the Second Elder for treatment?"

I still vividly remember the fight between the two Phoenix Masters yesterday.

The two brothers have fought far less in recent years than when they were children, and their relationship has improved considerably compared to the terrible one depicted in the story.

However, they still have a lot of friction on a daily basis, and the two are still at the point of disliking each other. They must curse each other when they meet, and sometimes, if they get really angry, they will fight like yesterday.

Ye said in a muffled voice, "I looked for it."

"I'm much better now." He was in excellent spirits and even had the strength to fight Yue again. He was confident that he could beat her this time.

With that thought in mind, a wicked smile crept across his face.

Zhao Zhao silently looked at the handsome face of the young man, who could not hide his thoughts, and said helplessly, "Phoenix Lord Ye should know that I have always hoped that the relationship between the two of you would ease."

"The two Phoenix Lords should join hands to protect the Phoenix Clan, instead of seeing each other as a thorn in their side."

It's estimated that Ye has now lowered his guard and taken the initiative to rely on him, which has caused Zhao Zhao's biased view of him to take effect again.

He raised his hand and tapped Ye's forehead, his calm tone concealing a gentleness: "Did you hear that? I've told you countless times, but you never change your ways."

Ye covered his head, his eyes growing brighter and brighter: "I heard you."

"You shouldn't just listen with your ears; you should actively listen and internalize it."

Under his guidance, Yue no longer takes the initiative to attack Ye.

But Ye was different. He was impatient and his teachings went in one ear and out the other. When he had conflicts with Yue, he often resolved them with his fists.

Suddenly, someone rubbed her head, and Ye straightened up, no longer clinging to him.

Ye, who was already much taller than Zhao Zhao, looked at the boy with a patience he had never shown before: "It's truly a miscarriage of justice. When have I ever not listened carefully to what you said?"

Take his relationship with Yue, for example. If he hadn't followed Zhao Zhao's teachings, that brat would probably have been beaten to death by him long ago.

Yue, on the other hand, took advantage of the fact that her mental injury was not visible on the surface, and showed him no mercy whatsoever.

He snorted and sat back down, seething with anger.

"There's nothing more for you here, go back and rest." He said in a low voice.

As Zhao Zhao walked out the door, she heard a muffled thud behind her as she slammed her fist on the table.

A pause in his steps.

Won't Ye hurt his hand if you use so much force?

His handsome brows furrowed slightly as he turned around, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped.

With a cold expression, he walked out without hesitation.

Inside the study, the boy strained his ears to listen to the sounds outside. Realizing that Zhao Zhao had really left, he slumped over the table, shaking his head in distress.

He really doesn't know how to talk; he clearly wanted Zhaozhao to stay with him.

Now, the thought of Zhao Zhao leaving him to go to Yue, and then distancing herself from him under Yue's instigation, makes her extremely uncomfortable.

"Shut up!"

Ye slapped him across the face, causing a few stray hairs on his head to stand up.

Confused and aggrieved.

Finally, touching the summoning stone in his arms, he couldn't resist.

The next second, Zhao Zhao, who had already reached Xi Yan, closed her eyes and found herself in the familiar study.

"Zhao Zhao."

Ye grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit down next to her.

He was startled and immediately tried to get up, but was pressed down again.

The boy was unusually clingy: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have chased you away just now."

"Stay with me for a while."

"You spent all last night with Yue, so spend some time with me now~"

Ye apologized and spoke softly and coquettishly, a scene not seen for many years.

“Okay,” Zhao Zhao agreed.

He frowned and tried to get up: "Let go! This seat is not for him."

Ye frowned subconsciously, but thinking of the person he was facing, he relaxed and controlled his emotions: "Okay, okay, as long as you don't leave, I'll let you go."

Zhao Zhao waved his hand away, straightened her sleeves, and stood beside him.

He said calmly, "I'll grind the ink for you."

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