My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 3127

Chapter 3127: Female Benefactor, You Are Short Again

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

They fell asleep, and no one paid attention to Qiao Mu and MO Lian anymore.

Qiao Mu spent a considerable amount of time in Paradise Planet, drawing talismans and crafting several furnaces of Spirit Revitalization Pills. After calculating the time, she decided to take a short nap.

When she emerged, the sky was dimly lit.

Crown Prince MO, who had been meditating on the slab, slowly opened his eyes upon sensing her aura.

Observing a chubby little pendant hanging from her, he couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

The pendant was the little monk, tightly hugging Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao and refusing to let go. The little one’s eyelashes trembled in sleep, and their small mouth was half-closed, as if critiquing something even in dreams.

“Why did you bring him out?” MO Lian promptly reached out to take the little monk from her.

The little fellow furrowed their small brows in their sleep and smacked their lips, seemingly dissatisfied with the change from a soft cushion to a taut one!

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao helplessly glanced at the little one.

Since entering Paradise Planet, this little monk had clung to her like a hot potato. He followed her around, muttering non-stop.

Qiao Mu was truly helpless against him, so she might as well bring him out.

At this moment, the little monk was sleeping soundly.

Qiao Mu approached to pat their round head, and a spiritual glow appeared in her mind. “Why don’t we let the little monk renounce asceticism!”

“Look at how he babbles all day long as a monk. Perhaps he won’t keep harping on after renouncing asceticism.”

MO Lian wanted to roll his eyes but held it in. “It’s not that he likes to keep harping on as a little monk. It’s just that he likes to keep harping on in general, whether as a beggar or an Emperor. I’m afraid his bad habit of incessant chatter won’t change.”

Qiao Mu:

Alright, she had to admit that what MO Lian said made some sense.

You can tell what a man is like when he is still three. Could it be that the little monk liked to keep harping on as he grew older?

The thought of being in her sixties and still having to listen to this old monk babble made Qiao Mu feel a little uncomfortable!

When the sky brightened, MO Lian had just brought the porridge that he had cooked into the wooden shed when he saw the little monk sleeping soundly on the slab bed, wrapped in a small cotton-padded jacket. He fell off the slab bed with a caw…

MO Lian’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. Just as he was about to pick him up, he saw the little monk sit up from the ground.

A pair of clueless eyes first glanced at him before pouting and babbling,

“Benefactress is running away again!”

When Qiao Mu came in with a set of clean clothes, she coincidentally heard the little monk keep harping on. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “What are you shouting for? I am right here.”

The little monk stood up from the ground and ran to Qiao Mu’s side with his short legs. He hugged her and cried out grievously, “Benefactress, why are you short again!” MO Lian:

“You’re the short one!”

Hearing Qiaoqiao’s energetic roar early in the morning, Little Fatty, who was washing up outside, almost swallowed a mouthful of mouthwash.

“Hey, hey, brother, were my eyes playing tricks on her last night? I think I saw that Eighteenth Sister, who was half-drawn, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws in front of me!” Little Fatty wiped his pride as he broke loose and approached Lu Yu, winking at him.

Brother Lu Yu glanced at him apathetically. “Your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.”

“I knew my eyes were playing tricks on me!” Little Fatty chuckled..