Harem Daily Life

He Yucheng's lips twitched: "There are eight of us and you're only buying six? Can't you do math?"

He Yinuo ignored him and handed out the candied hawthorns to everyone, but forgot to include He Qian and He Yucheng.

He Yucheng: "..."

My stingy little sister can be so infuriating sometimes! All I did was say a second ago that Mother is more important to Father than you, is that all it takes to be so petty?

The young prince turned around, went outside, and stood in the wind to calm himself down.

He Qian was embarrassed for not getting the candied hawthorns, so she gave her maid a look, and the maid immediately went to buy one.

"Let me do it!" A gentle voice came from outside the shop. The Crown Prince of Han walked in with a smile, gave He Qian a deep look, and then greeted He Jin'an: "Second Brother."

Princes always leave the palace incognito, so it's understandable that the Crown Prince of Han was called that, and He Jin'an didn't mind.

Crown Prince Han greeted He Min and the others. When he saw He Yanran, he looked a little uncomfortable, but he quickly covered it up and took out his money pouch to buy He Qian candied hawthorns.

Seeing that he bought four in total, He Qian was a little suspicious.

The Crown Prince of Han handed two sticks to He Qian, saying, "They're too sweet. You can eat them for me."

He Qian blushed and accepted it with both hands.

He took another one and handed it to He Yucheng.

He Yucheng raised his small face, looking extremely arrogant: "I don't like candied hawthorns."

I'm still angry. When I'm angry, only the person who started it can appease me.

The Crown Prince of Han was taken aback and felt somewhat embarrassed.

He Yinuo smiled and took the candied hawthorn from the candied hawthorn: "He doesn't like it, but I do. So I'll reluctantly do it for him."

He Yucheng: "..."

Very well, you'd better coax me twice as much, or the twins will break off all ties with me too.

The Crown Prince of Han smiled and said, "My sister is waiting outside. Let's go together."

Upon hearing that Jing Yuwei had also arrived, He Jin'an narrowed his eyes, his gaze unfathomable.

Jing Yuwei stood in the crowd not far away, wearing a veil. She wore a pale yellow brocade cotton-padded jacket with delicate white fur embroidered on the cuffs, a matching ribbon tied around her waist, and soft-soled pale yellow boots. She looked exceptionally warm and charming in the winter. Her cloak was embroidered with plum blossoms, and from a distance, she was so beautiful that everyone around her paled in comparison.

When she saw the Crown Prince of Han come out, followed by a large group of people, her eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly went to greet him.

He Jin'an felt inexplicably annoyed. He picked up He Xiaoliu and gave his candied hawthorn to He Yucheng.

He Yucheng wanted to act arrogantly, but after a look from his second brother, he decided to calm down for the time being and reluctantly accepted the candied hawthorn.

The Crown Prince of Han handed the last string of candied hawthorns to Jing Yuwei, glancing at the person behind him. Jing Yuwei then gracefully stepped forward to greet him, smiling gently, "I didn't expect to meet you again. Yuwei greets you, young master." After speaking, she removed the veil from her face, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

He Jin'an nodded: "Hello, Second Miss."

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Jing Yuwei stumbled and almost fell. He Jin'an quickly caught her, saying, "Miss, be careful." He then immediately withdrew his hand and continued to hold Xiao Liu.

Jing Yuwei blushed and quickly thanked him.

"There are riddles ahead, why don't we go over there?" Crown Prince Han said with a smile as he walked to He Qian's side.

He Qian glanced at He Jin'an, who nodded: "There are many people today, so stay close to each other and don't get separated."

We started out shopping together, but then we scattered.

He Qian and the Crown Prince of Han had long since disappeared. He Min, along with He Yanran and He Yinuo, ate and drank their way to another food street. Shuang'er accompanied He Yucheng and He Xiaobao; the three of them loved watching acrobatic performances and couldn't resist stopping whenever they saw one. He Xiaoliu wanted to be carried the whole time, nestled in He Jin'an's arms like a koala. Jing Yuwei stayed a safe distance from He Jin'an, occasionally exchanging a few words with him.

"Young Master seems to be quiet? Is it because Yuwei talks too much and annoys you?" Jing Yuwei asked softly, her face showing a hint of sorrow.

He Jin'an patted He Xiaoliu's back in his arms: "What you said just now was very interesting, but I have to take care of my younger brother and can't reply to you. Please say whatever you want to say, I'm listening."

He Xiaoliu yawned—what's so interesting about rouge, powder, clothes, and jewelry? I don't understand, I'd rather close my eyes and rest.

With his head tilted to the side, He Xiaoliu leaned on his second brother's shoulder, drowsy.

He Jin'an gave a look to his attendant, and a maid immediately stepped forward and covered the sixth prince with a small cloak.

"Sixth Young Master is so handsome, so fair and chubby. Your arms must be tired from carrying him all this way. Should we take him back to the carriage first?" Jing Yuwei suggested.

After all, only when they're alone together do she have the chance to use those seductive tricks.

He Jin'an nodded: "Alright, Miss Jing, take your time browsing. I'll take my brother back first."

Jing Yuwei was taken aback and quickly stopped her: "No, what I mean is, let the guards and maids escort the young master to the carriage, and you... stay with me." After she finished speaking, she immediately picked up her handkerchief and covered her face shyly.

He Jin'an coughed lightly: "My younger brother..." A pair of small hands gripped He Jin'an's collar tightly, showing dependence in an unfamiliar environment.

He Jin'an found it amusing and tightened his grip on the child in his arms: "He's not asleep yet, so I can't put him down for a while. I'll accompany Miss for a bit longer then."

Jing Yuwei was furious. In the past, if she had invited him like this, which young nobleman wouldn't have dropped everything and eagerly listened to her? But with this Prince Jin, everything about him felt off. Having been rebuffed again, she was extremely anxious and really didn't want to waste this opportunity.

With a patient smile and feigned magnanimity, Jing Yuwei continued to stay beside He Jin'an, trying to find topics to talk about with him. Every now and then, she would smile sweetly at He Jin'an, revealing an innocent-looking face; every other time, she would casually tug at his cloak, acting like a little girl.

From a distance, they might be mistaken for a young couple. The fact that they were holding a child in their arms even led some to believe they were a teenage married couple.

Yin Jiu followed at a distance, utterly bored. After finishing the candied hawthorns, he ate sesame cakes, then sugar cakes, then kebabs, and finally all the kebabs. His stomach was already full, but his prince was still reluctant to go back.

Yin Jiu frowned: "It seems the prince isn't saying anything. If you don't want to talk, why don't you go back?"

Yin Jiu was anxious, and Jing Yuwei was even more anxious. They walked from one end of the street to the other, but made no progress. This time, it would all be for nothing!

"You must be tired after walking around all this way, young master?" Jing Yuwei stood facing He Jin'an, looked up at him with a smile in her eyes: "Your forehead is a little sweaty."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and took out a handkerchief to wipe He Jin'an's sweat.

Yin Jiu strode forward and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his face.

He Jinan: "..."

Whose handkerchief is that?

Jing Yuwei: "..."

Who are you? Who are you trying to scare by suddenly appearing out of nowhere?

Having completed his task, Yin Jiu stepped aside, glad that he had been prescient enough to buy a brand-new embroidered handkerchief out of boredom. Otherwise, if he had used his sleeve to wipe the prince's sweat, he would probably have been punished by having to run ten laps when he got back.

Hmm, I'm smart enough.