My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
chapter-1178

Chapter 1178: Your Name is Hubby

These two nutty fellows still knew their limits when exchanging blows. Otherwise, Huifeng and them would have long gotten toppled.

Huifeng gave a humph before cupping his hands and rapidly retreating with the others.

“Hubby, cultivate.” Qiao Mu looked seriously at this man who had dug her out from the cultivation ground bright and early in the morning.

So annoying! He kept hindering her cultivation, yet she couldn’t hit him. Biting him also hurt her teeth and was uncomfortable!

Mo Lian twitched his mouth imperceptibly. He then ordered someone to ladle a bowl of porridge and mixed it with a spoon. Afterwards, he coaxed her with a smile, “If you wait a bit, the mystic energy inside will be even more dense when you go cultivate in the afternoon.”

“Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao.”

“Little Junior Sister, what happened to you!” After drinking two mouthfuls of porridge from the bowl he was holding, Situ Yi held his chopsticks as he looked at her. “Senior Brother thinks that it is better to have someone from the Celestial Medicine Valley come and check out your condition. Say for example, that Second Dou. He is the disciple of the Celestial Medicine Valley’s valley master, so you can’t go wrong with his medical skills.”

“No need.” Crown Prince Mo indifferently waved his hand to reject. “I already requested for the physicians to come over and examine her after breakfast.”

After saying this, he turned her small face back to him and fed her a spoonful of warm porridge.

“Little Junior Sister, you really have gotten a lot skinnier! Can you tell us what the heck you encountered inside that secret realm?” Situ Yi inquired curiously.

“She doesn’t even remember you! What else can she remember?” Duan Yue irritably shoved Situ Yi aside before huddling close and calling out repeatedly, “Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, take a look at me, I am Duan Yue! Duan Yue, do you remember?”

“His name is Duan Yue,” said Mo Lian as he fed the little fellow.

“Duan Yue,” Qiao Mu parroted.

Duan Yue nearly jumped in joy. “She remembers me, she remembers me!”

You’re a clown sent by monkeys, right!

She only repeated your name without thinking, you fool!

Mo Lian and Situ Yi both swept him disdainful glances.

“His name is Senior Brother Situ.”

“Senior Brother Situ,” parroted Qiao Mu again without thinking, just like a monk chanting scriptures.

Situ Yi’s mouth jerked as he silently gazed at Mo Lian.

Mo Lian merely calmly explained, “If I don’t say it this way, she simply doesn’t know what to call people.”

“So your name is Hubby??” The two barked in unison.

“Correct. What else can I be if not Hubby,” Mo Lian shamelessly admitted.

Duan Yue cast him a gruff glance before propping his chin with one hand and tilting his head as he said, “I wonder what kind of drug Qiaoqiao was fed, and when she can recognize us again.”

The trio exchanged glances before sighing.

After they ate breakfast, the group of physicians Mo Lian called over each examined Qiao Mu’s pulse one by one. However, all of them walked out with tightly knit eyebrows.

The crown prince consort was clearly healthy and in the pink of health, so why was the crown prince staring at them with a terrifying gaze each time, as if they simply didn’t diagnose the crown prince consort’s illness at all.

But she wasn’t ill at all!

“Not ill?” Crown Prince Mo stared at the last physician before berating, “Every one of you say that she is not ill, but why can’t she recognize people then? She didn’t get hit in the head? Have you examined carefully?”

That unlucky physician could only prostrate on the ground as he kowtowed repeatedly. “Reporting to Your Highness, this humble official’s diagnosis is the same as theirs. Th-The crown prince consort, rea-really is not ill at all!”

“Impossible!” Duan Yue shouted as he banged the table.