The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter-Chapter 971 - : Father Beat Up Uncle?

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Chapter 971: Father Beat Up Uncle?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

When Ye Siming brought Gu Nuo’er back to the training ground.

It was already entering the night and the sky was getting dark.

The stars were starting to rise and the moon was bright. Insects chirped in the grass.

The soldiers were already done with their preparations. Smoke rose.

“The Marquis is back!”

They quickly put down what they were doing and stood up straight.

Ye Siming carried Gu Nuo’er and sent her to sit steadily on the horse.

The youth turned around and nodded indifferently at the soldiers. “Eat early. You guys have worked hard today. You can take a break from night training and continue tomorrow.”

The soldiers thought that they had heard wrongly!

This couldn’t be true. This was Marquis Yongye, who was famous for being strict and cold!

To think that he actually agreed to let them slack off tonight?!

What a good day it was today! Or perhaps the marquis had encountered something happy! 𝒻𝓇𝘦𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘯𝑜𝓋𝘦𝑙.𝒸𝑜𝓂

Everyone didn’t have time to think carefully and hurriedly cheered, “Thank you, Marquis!”

Ye Siming got onto the horse and sat behind Gu Nuo’er.

The soldiers quickly bowed to the princess. “Your Highness, come again when you’re free.”

Gu Nuo’er’s watery eyes were clear and bright. She smiled obediently and cutely. “Alright, I have the same intention! Next time, I’ll bring big meow and little meow over to compete with you guys!”

The soldiers were puzzled. “Big meow and little meow are…?”

Ye Siming grabbed the reins and squeezed the horse’s stomach. The horse raised its four hooves and galloped forward.

In the wind, Ye Siming replied coldly, “It’s the two white tigers she’s keeping.”

Gu Nuo’er waved her tender hands and said with a smile, “Goodbye! Soldier older brothers!” free(w)ebnovel(.)com

The warhorse left under the moonlight.

The soldiers were left in a disheveled state.

The princess just said that she was bringing white tigers to compete with them?

They may get injured when they spar with Marquis Yongye, but if they were to spar with the princess’s white tigers, they would lose their lives!

…

When Gu Nuo’er returned to the palace, it was just in time for dinner.

Gu Yihan came to the Qiushui Palace to eat with the mother and daughter.

The child was happily narrating how heroic the soldiers she had seen in the military field today were.

Noble Consort Qiao listened attentively.

Wanxuan brought over a plate of snacks and continued with a smile, “Back then, before the noble consort entered the palace, she also went to the training ground before!”

“That’s right! This servant remembers it too!” Wanyin quickly said, “Back then, Noble Consort suddenly drew out a long saber and shouted, ‘Who beat up my brother?’, shocking all the soldiers present!”

Gu Nuo’er widened her eyes and asked curiously, “There’s such a thing? Isn’t Uncle very skilled? He had inherited Grandpa’s martial arts. Yet, there are people who can win against him?”

Noble Consort Qiao gave Wanyin and Wanxuan a look as if she didn’t want to continue this conversation.

Wanyin and Wanxuan immediately understood and kept quiet, only smiling dryly as they served the dishes.

“It was me.” An unexpected male voice interrupted.

Gu Nuo’er blinked her round eyes and looked over.

Her father slowly walked in with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a bright purple robe with many dragons crowding around a jade embroidered on his chest.

Noble Consort Qiao quickly stood up to welcome him. “Your Majesty is here.”

She looked regretful.

Why did His Majesty hear it at this moment?!

Gu Nuo’er wasn’t afraid of her father. Her childish voice hurriedly asked, “Father, what do you mean it was you? Could it be that you were the one who beat up Uncle?”

Gu Yihan’s handsome eyes glanced coldly at Noble Consort Qiao.

“Come, Nuo’er, Father will carry you and tell you.”

The child immediately reached out her soft hands.

Gu Yihan bent down and carried his daughter in his arms, letting her sit on his lap.

“Back then, your imperial grandfather arranged for Father to go to the training ground to patrol. I heard that your uncle, Qiao Zijin, is the most skilled in martial arts, so Father wanted to try sparring with him.”

Unexpectedly, he accidentally dislocated Qiao Zijin’s arm during the spar.