My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!



It was a pot of pills, filled to the brim! They were all black-rank beautifying pills produced by Qiaoqiao!

Qiaoqiao asked puzzledly, "Imperial Aunt, I have plenty here. Do you still want to take more? But taking just one of these black-rank beautifying pills does the trick. This prevents aging for a hundred years! Taking more will not help the body either."

The Kang Prince couple: …

Their eyeballs were about to pop out, okay?

How come even though this stoic-faced little fellow hadn't smiled from beginning to end, everything she did was especially comical!?

"Cough." Mo Lian coughed lightly and hastily had the little fellow stuff that pot of pills back into her inner world.

This child wasn't keeping it low-key again!

The Kang Prince asked with a queer tone of voice, "You refined all of these?"

"Mhm."

"You are a pill alchemist?"

"Mhm!"

"What level pill alchemist are you right now?"

"Black."

F*ck, a black-level pill alchemist who was not yet 16 years old.

The Kang Prince's eyeballs rolled back. He promptly needed to calm down.

Furthermore, he suddenly felt like he couldn't continue the conversation. What exactly was happening?

He really admired his wife for being able to chat with the young crown prince consort all the way back from the plum blossom-viewing banquet…

What exactly was there to chat about?

The old prince was perplexed.

According to the way the little fellow responded with mhm's, ah's, uh's, what exactly could they chat about?

"My lord, isn't Qiaoqiao so adorable?" The Kang Prince Consort beamed as she held Qiao Mu's petite hand. She continued boasting to the old prince, "Your Mo Clan just doesn't have such an adorable girl. Those daughters of your brothers are middling. None of them can compare to our Qiaoqiao."

Mo Lian couldn't agree more.

The old prince: …

His wife had bafflingly become the crown prince consort's brainless fan!

For some reason, the old prince was slightly melancholic, but seeing his prince consort glowing with health and self-confidence now, he was still very happy.

The prince consort looked like she had turned 10 years younger all of a sudden. Even the white hair at her temples had completely vanished.

The effects of this black-rank beautifying pill the little lady refined was truly a world of difference from that of the trash circulating on the market.

"Brat, you have a good eye for finding a wife!" The old prince harrumphed, praising Crown Prince Mo with reluctance. He poked at the rice in his bowl with his chopsticks. He suddenly didn't feel like eating it.

The little lady then abruptly took out an exquisite rice bucket from her inner world.

A faint fragrance immediately wafted into the old prince's nostrils. He couldn't help but sniff, and his eyes lit up. "Wh-What's that smell? It's so fragrant? Is it rice?"

"Mhm." The little lady opened the lid of the rice bucket, and the fragrance immediately filled the air. It made the old prince's mouth water.

"Oh my, hey. You child, really! Why are you hiding such good rice when you have it! Quickly give Imperial Uncle a bowl." The old prince swiftly circled to the edge of the table and used his own rice paddle to dig into the rice bucket.

"Why is your rice so delicious?" The old prince was also an oddball. He did not question why the little lady had a rice bucket in her inner world. He was just curious as to what kind of rice this was.

Speaking of which, he was a bigshot who had eaten all kinds of rice. For someone like him who ate rice with each meal, he was particularly concerned about the quality of his rice.

"Because this is sacred rice." The little fellow spoke proudly.

Sacred rice?/

/He had heard of sacred tools from ancient times, but this was the first he heard of sacred rice…/