"It's probably because I've done something stupid." Ye Mohan crumpled the letter paper in his hand, "Ouyang Yu can't save him, he has to find those two."

"Those two?" Xiyan couldn't react a little, "Which two?"

"Those two cynical old guys."

Ye Mohan put his hand to his lips and blew a strange whistle. After a while, a colorful spirit bird flew out from somewhere and landed on his shoulder.

"Go and get the two of them back, Mo Qiancheng is almost dead."

He gently stroked the feathers on the colorful spirit bird's body with his hands and gave a soft command. As a result, before he finished speaking, a voice came from the other side: "No need to find me, I just came from him."

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw a man and a woman walking towards this side with Tuan Duan Yuanyuan. Both of them looked quite young, about in their early twenties, and looked very much like Ye Mohan.

"Dad, mom..."

The little princess who was hugged by Yun Qian in her arms screamed in a slight voice, and everyone was also shouted to their senses.

Ye Mo Han looked like he didn't seem to like them very much: "What are you doing here?"

"I am looking at my grandchildren, but I don't think of you as a brat, why are you shouting?"

Ye Yan swept over with a cold gaze, and the coldness was cold for a hundred miles.

The next second, he turned to the little Tuanzi in his arms and returned to his smile: "Little Tuanzi, are grandpa right?"

Xiao Tuanzi pointed his index finger at his father's obvious black face, and thought he should not follow this sentence, otherwise his stingy father would definitely settle the score with him in the future.

He thought about it and showed an innocence expression: "Actually, my father has always been thinking about grandparents. He told me two days ago that my grandfather was very powerful and wanted my grandfather to teach me how to practice."

"Is that right?" Ye Yan glanced at his son coldly, "It's not that he really doesn't want to take care of the children, so he pushed everything to us?"

Xiaotuanzi: "..."

Ye Mohan: "..."

Xiyan was a little messy in the wind at this moment.

Seeing these two people who were about the same age as her being called grandparents, she really accepted the bad intentions.

"Okay, let's say less. A large group of people stood here and watched you father and son bicker. If the passing palace maids and eunuchs saw it, they would still not know what rumors would be coming."

At the critical moment, Yun Qian made a sound reminder, then turned his head and glared at Ye Yan, "Mo Han is the emperor now, so please leave him some face."

"Yes, he is now the emperor and may still dominate the world soon. He is extremely powerful, so he doesn't even take his own father seriously. Is that what he meant?"

Ye Yan snorted coldly, held Xiaotuanzi and turned around and left.

Ye Mohan again: "..."

Xiyan reached out and pulled him, lowered her voice: "Your father seems to be angry. Do you really want to go over and coax him?"

She used the word coaxing, and felt something was wrong after using it, but after thinking about it, she felt that the arrogant expression of this father and son just now was exactly the same as Ye Mohan usually had the same temper as her tone when she was tantrums.

He is truly a father and son.

"What is my father? We are our father." Ye Mohan answered the question, and his focus completely deviated from the central idea that Xi Yan wanted to express.
Chapter completed!