The maid with triangular eyes froze and said, “Your Highness, you have misunderstood. How could we make things difficult for a child like him? Hurry up and let him go!”The maid with triangular eyes said, “San Jiaoyan, let him go!”
Only then did the guards let the mother and son go. The Little Boy wanted to say more, but the woman covered his mouth tightly.
Yun chujiu smiled at the Little Boy’s mother and said, “Sister-in-law, the child is sick. I Won’t believe his words, and I won’t blame him. “How about this? You and your mother go and help me pick a dozen yellow honey fruits. Take it as an apology to me.”
The woman thanked her profusely and dragged the little boy to pick the yellow honey fruits. Yun chujiu walked to the fruit tree on the other side and asked all sorts of questions.
Although the maid with the triangular eyes was impatient, she could only reply perfunctorily. “San Jiaoyan, I’m sorry.”.