MTL - Group Pet Little Fat Baby: I Have Four Big Daddies-Chapter 18 psychological butterfly effect

  Chapter 18 The Butterfly Effect in Psychology

   "No, Uncle Emperor, what are you talking about?" Sang Yan was even more confused.

   "Just tell me if this jade pendant is yours."

   "The jade pendant is indeed mine, but what's the matter with this child?" Sang Yan was in a hurry and didn't understand what was going on at all.

   "This king is too lazy to talk to you, Mr. Song, please tell him." Prince Changyang waved his hand, as a prince of a country, he was so irresponsible.

  If this was his son, he would have been served with a whip long ago, so you are allowed to talk here?

  Master Song stepped forward: "Third Prince, the thing is like this—"

  Since meeting Sipo and Ye Qianning, Mr. Song told him the source of the jade pendant in detail.

   Sang Yan's eyes became blurred the more he listened. He had indeed been to Nanyuan back then, but he lost the jade pendant due to some incidents. Later, he asked people to look for it, but there was no result.

  However—on their way back to Beijing, he asked about the whereabouts of the Zhanchi jade pendant, but at that time they were seriously injured, and their behavior and speech were a bit abnormal. After that, he didn't continue to ask, thinking that the jade pendant was completely lost.

   Now that I think about it, the anomaly at that time was really weird.

  If the child's story is true, then the girl's father is likely to be one of the four of them.

  Ye Qianning was also a little puzzled, it seemed that he really didn't know about Yupei and the child, and he couldn't pretend to be subtle.

  At this moment, she was sure that the dead ghost father was not him.

  Last time, the people in the attic on the street were dressed in brocade clothes with a strong murderous look, so it is very likely that they are.

   "Do you remember?" Prince Changyang snorted coldly.

   "Uncle Huang, don't worry, let me digest this first." Sang Yan looked down at Ye Qianning, and had to say that the doll in front of her was really pretty.

  The eyebrows and eyes also seem to be a bit like Zhan Chi, but why does that nose look like Gu Shuo? I even feel like Qian Fanji and Xiang Minghou...

   Trembling all over his body, he hurriedly looked away, it was over, his eyes were dazzled, why the more he looked at him, the more he felt that this doll looked like everyone.

"Sang Yan, you have to be upright when you are a human being. It's not terrible to make mistakes. What's terrible is that you don't want to take responsibility. This child has suffered a lot all the way from Nanyuan. If he is really a royal heir, he can't live outside anymore. .” Changyang Wangye began to explain with a deep and deep voice.

  Because the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Ye Qianning and the Third Prince resembled each other...

  Once a person has identified something in his heart, no matter what he does, he will follow the expectation in his heart. This should be the psychological butterfly effect...

   "This matter is a bit strange, the emperor allowed me two days. After two days, my nephew will definitely give the emperor an answer." Sang Yan felt that there were many people involved, so he couldn't speak rashly.

  Seeing him procrastinating, Lord Changyang was immediately displeased, and said angrily, "Why give me an answer? It's not that I'm looking for my father."

   "..."

  The corners of Ye Qianning's mouth twitched, he didn't expect the prince to speak with such a fiery personality.

  But although this temperament is hot, the character is definitely first-class.

   "My lord." The princess quietly poked him with her elbow, and she didn't even know how to restrain her temper.

   "Hmph." The Prince of Changyang snorted.

  Sang Yan was a little embarrassed, turned around to look at Ye Qianning, walked up to her, bent and squatted on the ground to look at her with a gentle face.

   "What's your name." He asked.

   "Ye Qianning." Ye Qianning replied obediently.

   "So good." Sang Yan couldn't help touching her little head.

  Plump enough to make people feel like a glutinous rice dumpling, she thought to herself, this girl looks like a blessing.

  (end of this chapter)