Our Birthdays Are Our Mother's Days of Suffering

"And we didn't sneak out secretly, Du Jin!"

"Here I am!" Du Jin squeezed in from the doorway, holding two strings of candied hawthorn.

"My little darlings, I just turned around to buy some candied hawthorn, and you disappeared… Oh, Princess, you're here too?"

"Little one, be careful with your words. None of the jewelry here is gold-plated; they are all made of real gold," Shopkeeper Jin boasted, showing off his large gold ring.

Yun Nian: …

Du Jin: …

The two little ones stared at Shopkeeper Jin like idiots.

Du Jin handed the candied hawthorn to the two little darlings, then turned around, gripping his sword with an imposing air.

He asked, "Who dares to bully my young Masters? My sword doesn't discriminate."

Shopkeeper Jin immediately shrank back, "Misunderstanding… misunderstanding…"

Yun Xian stood with hands on hips, pointing and accusing, "She tried to snatch our gold bracelet, Mother. We saw it first. If you hadn't come, I would have cried because of her."