Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter
Chapter 403 - 401: Little Qingluo, You’re Home Now_1

Chapter 403: Chapter 401: Little Qingluo, You’re Home Now_1

“Ah woo.”

Baoya jumped onto the coffee table, barked twice on cue, and showed a pleasing smile.

“Baoya wants to go too.”

The Little Prince perked up, hugged Baoya, and started pestering his sister again.

“Not going today.”

Su Qingluo smiled, indulgently rubbed his little head, and advised softly, “You be good and go back to the palace, go see your parents first, and sister will accompany you out to play tomorrow.”

“Let’s make a promise, sister must remember, Xuan’er will be waiting for sister at the palace gate after breakfast.”

The Little Prince extended his little finger with anticipation, and hooked it with his sister’s hand.

“Alright, we have a deal, see you at the palace gate.”

Su Qingluo smiled with her eyes, went along with his idea, and made a pinky promise with him.

“Ah woo.”

Baoya affectionately rubbed against the Little Prince’s wrist, revealing a pleasing smile, indicating that it wanted to follow as well.

“Good Baoya, let’s go out and play together.”

The Little Prince picked up the little leopard, hugged it indulgently, and laughed very happily.

Su Qingluo smiled, feeling relieved as she watched the Little Prince and Baoya playing happily.

The seven-year-old Little Prince grew more sensible day by day; he had really grown up!

“Qingluo, we’re almost home. When we get off the carriage, stay by mother’s side, and mother will introduce you to the family.”

Ye Xue’e leaned forward, smoothed the pleats on her daughter’s skirt, and her eyes were full of love.

“Mm-hmm.”

Su Qingluo nodded obediently, her eyes twinkling, and she pouted, hugging her mother’s arm and acting coquettishly.

“Mother, I don’t like wearing skirts; they’re too inconvenient. Can I stop wearing them later?”

“Where are the noblewomen who don’t wear skirts?”

Ye Xue’e laughed and chided, “You are the eldest granddaughter of the Duke of Zhen’s mansion. You attract everyone’s attention wherever you go, representing the face of the Duke of Zhen’s mansion. Even if you don’t like wearing skirts, you have to wear them.”

“Sister looks good even without a skirt.”

The Little Prince raised his little face, very supportive in helping out.

“Haha, Xuan’er is so well-behaved.”

Su Qingluo laughed, and happily rubbed the Little Prince’s little head.

“You two!”

Ye Xue’e was defeated by the two children and shook her head helplessly.

The gate of the Duke of Zhen’s mansion was bustling with people early in the morning. All six red lacquered doors were wide open, and red lanterns hung at the entrance.

Maids and servants had finished cleaning the courtyard and stood in two neat rows on either side of the main entrance, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Eldest Miss.

The carriage with the Double Swords Armor emblem appeared at the corner of the alley, and the slow sound of hooves excited those who had been waiting here.

The onlookers who had heard the news gathered in front of the main entrance, craning their necks to look in the direction of the carriage.

The carriage moved forward with a gentle sound, and finally stopped at the entrance of the Duke of Zhen’s mansion under everyone’s eager anticipation.

The six Lin brothers got off their horses one after another, handed the reins to the stable boy, and all came in front of the carriage.

The coachman jumped off the coach and carefully placed a small stool under the carriage.

“Little Qingluo, we’re home.”

Since Lin Jinyu wasn’t there, Lin Jinxu was the eldest big brother.

At this moment, this brother, under the envious and jealous gaze of the other brothers, lifted the curtain, and represented the fourth generation of the Duke of Zhen’s mansion, welcoming his little sister home.

“Finally home, I’m so tired of sitting in the carriage, it’s not comfortable, riding a horse is much more refreshing.”

The curtain was lifted, revealing the little sister’s playful face.

Su Qingluo stretched luxuriously, puffed up her cheeks, and made a playful grimace at her six brothers as she pulled at her eyelids.

“Little Qingluo, are you tired? Come, let brother help you down.”

Lin Jinyun looked amused, and eagerly reached out to her.