"We want to ask, why did sister suddenly fall into an unconscious state?"

Long Xuanmo's eyebrows raised imperceptibly, a fleeting sharp light flashed in his eyes, but he still pursed his lips and remained silent.

Xiao Yichen felt a surge of urgency in his heart, but he cleverly contained it, quietly making a gesture to the three little companions to his right, a signal only they would understand.

Understanding the cue, Min Ruomeng and Yang Zonghan moved forward to hug Long Xuanmo's legs while Min Ruochen clung to the hem of his robe, cooing affectionately and playfully at Long Xuanmo.

No one was ever able to resist this tactic, Long Xuanmo included, so the three little ones exhausted all their tricks; however, Long Xuanmo still refused to utter a word. Finding themselves at an impasse, they could only look towards their two older brothers (uncles).

Xiao Yichen truly wanted to drug Long Xuanmo, confident that he wouldn't be able to resist speaking; however, they had left in such a hurry that they had not brought any of that sort of drug with them.

Seeing his eldest uncle wink at him, Yang Zonghan suddenly remembered the whisper his uncle had shared with him before their departure. He immediately lifted his little face, beaming sweetly at Long Xuanmo, "Uncle, will you tell us, please?"

Uncle?

Long Xuanmo's gaze flickered slightly, and ripples of emotion surged in his heart. This title suited his wishes perfectly, yet he remained silent, instead pushing the three little ones away and striding forward.

Noticing the prince's lips tilting upwards ever so slightly, Mo Lei understood as clear as day: the prince was in a good mood.

Yang Zonghan, however, was dumbfounded, and he turned to look at Xiao Huaichen with confusion: Eldest uncle, what do we do if this tactic doesn't work?

"Who allowed you to call him uncle? You traitor!" Xiao Yichen glared at Yang Zonghan with frustration, as if hating iron for not becoming steel. Sister had said not to hit one of their own, otherwise she'd get angry: "Have you forgotten, he has always harbored ill intentions to take sister away? And yet you still call him uncle, traitor!"

A look of grievance crossed Yang Zonghan's face.

He didn't want to call him that either, but eldest uncle had said it was the only way to extract the truth. Now youngest uncle was blaming him.

Seeing his nephew pout and on the verge of crying out loud, Xiao Huaichen quickly went to comfort him. They had come without the adults' knowledge; if their nephew cried, it would surely bring the adults to them and they would all be scolded.

Min Ruochen and Min Ruomeng didn't care; after all, their third uncle had said that only if third uncle and aunt were together could they see their aunt every day.

Hearing the little imps' conversation behind him clear as day, Long Xuanmo suddenly stopped in his tracks and without turning his head said, "She overheard some unpleasant words, and a surge of anger made her faint."

Xiao Yichen pressed on, "Who was spouting nonsense?" The other four also looked eagerly at Long Xuanmo.

"Of course, no one among our own would do that." Having said that, Long Xuanmo walked away.

He had long found Hang Qingming displeasing to the eye, but clearly, Ah Jiu felt differently about Hang Qingming. If he made a move, Ah Jiu would surely be upset.

Now that the little imps had taken the initiative, it was the perfect opportunity to use them to punish Hang Qingming, and even if Ah Jiu found out, she wouldn't blame him.

For the first time, Long Xuanmo found these little imps rather cute.

Noticing a sly curve forming at the corner of the prince's lips, Mo Lei secretly scoffed: The prince was being cunning and unscrupulous again.

"What does Uncle Long mean?" Yang Zonghan asked cutely.

Xiao Huaichen and Xiao Yichen exchanged a glance, a calculative gleam in both their eyes, repeating their warning to the little ones that they mustn't tell anyone. Then they pretended to play in the garden until the adults came looking for them.

Three days later, Hang Qingming came to bid farewell with Nan Tian and Bei Hai in tow.

At that time, Yang Mengchen was sitting up in bed. Seeing Long Xuanmo about to feed her porridge himself, she appeared somewhat uncomfortable, reaching out to take the bowl and spoon: "Prince, let me do it myself."

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