An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"Grandpa and grandma are writing couplets and said they would send you a few copies!" Ling'er said with her face raised, her almond eyes, which were exactly the same as Princess Jing's, were filled with an innocent smile.

"Haha! It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Girl, please choose whichever one you like. This time I'll let you pick the best one." Prince Jing had already put down his pen, and he and the princess stood up and smiled at Jing Chunxi.

Jing Chunxi noticed that Prince Jing was wearing a dark brown, everyday robe with a few ink stains on the cuffs, making him look particularly approachable. Meanwhile, Princess Jing wore an indigo-colored, gold-woven jacket, with a single white jade hairpin in her hair. Her plainness revealed a graceful air. She had noticeably gained weight, and at this point, she looked a bit like her stepfather.

On the table, one on each side, sat two sets of brushes, inkstones, and paper. Both were fine She inkstones, their pools still dripping with freshly ground ink, emitting a faint aroma of pine smoke. Beside them lay a wolf-hair brush, its tip still wet with ink, evidently still in use by the two elderly men.

On the long desk, the handwriting on the couplets on both sides was clearly different. Jing Chunxi called his grandparents and slowly approached.

A painting of "Snowy Forest" hangs on the west wall, and exquisite porcelain and bronze artifacts are displayed in the treasure box on the east side. One of the bronze tripods looks very old and should be worth a lot of money.

The calligraphy on one side is as flamboyant and resolute as a wielder's sword, the force of the writing pen piercing the paper. Like the artist, the handwriting is undoubtedly that of Prince Jing. One couplet is particularly commanding: "Sword energy soars to the heavens, literary brilliance pierces the Bullfight," the strokes of which evoke memories of those days spent galloping across the battlefield.

The couplet on the left was written on slightly narrower and shorter paper. Judging from the size of the strokes, it was written with a medium-sized brush. It is elegant and slightly gentle. The font is not neat, and some strokes are slightly off-center. It is obvious that it is because of Princess Jing's poor eyesight.

The content of "The blossoming of plum blossoms brings five blessings to the door, and the bamboo announces three abundances in the painted hall" exudes a strong sense of New Year's joy, but the dot of the character "福" is obviously a little crooked, and the last horizontal stroke of the character "堂" is also written a little shaky, a little far away from the previous horizontal stroke.

"I want all the ones written by my grandparents. My grandparents' will be posted on the main gate and courtyard door, and my grandparents' will be posted on the doors of Xier, Pu Ge'er, and my parents' houses." Jing Chunxi responded sweetly. This was also her true thought.

"You're such a flatterer, but you've already taken away all the couplets we've been working on for hours. What else are we going to put up?" Prince Jing feigned anger, puffing out his beard and glaring, but the raised corners of his mouth betrayed his good mood. He was naturally delighted that someone appreciated his writing.

Although it seemed like they were blaming and scolding each other, Prince Jing and Princess Jing were actually very happy. The princess even asked for tea and snacks for the people outside.

Her voice was not loud but very authoritative, and immediately a maid came in with a red lacquer tray. On it were four sky-blue teacups and a plate of freshly baked osmanthus cake.

Jing Chunxi noticed that the maid's skirt did not move at all when she walked. She was a maid in the palace who had undergone rigorous training and also had martial arts skills.

The two old men washed their hands and moved to the square table next to them. Jing Chunxi glanced at the desk and found a copy of "The Art of War" spread out on it, with several pieces of paper covered with annotations next to it, some of which were still new.

Seeing the two old men sit down, Jing Chunxi stepped forward and bowed respectfully. She had been so busy reading the couplets that she had forgotten the basic etiquette, which made her face flush.

"Daddy and Mom asked me to send New Year gifts to grandparents." She noticed that when she said "Daddy", Prince Jing and Princess Jing showed a relieved smile.

Prince Jing said, "Ling'er has already brought back several carts of gifts, why should we send her a New Year's gift?"

"How can they be the same? Besides, many of the things Ling'er brought back were things she bought herself!" Jing Chunxi laughed.

Pigs and sheep were slaughtered every day in the farm. If it weren't for the small population of Prince Jing's mansion, they would definitely not have sent just two pigs and two sheep, but also some chickens and ducks.

I specially bought some famous liquor and tea from Jian'an County, which are also the best New Year gifts. Dad also picked out four or five sets of exquisite porcelain. Small gifts are not worth much, but the important thing is to show filial piety.

Anyway, except for the car that Jing Chunxi was riding in, the other three cars were full of New Year gifts.

"Why did they send a little girl like you to deliver the festival gifts? Where is your father? You just became a father and you treat your child like a cow?" Prince Jing was a little unhappy, probably because he didn't see his son and daughter-in-law coming in person. He started cursing before even drinking tea.

But Jing Chunxi keenly noticed that there was no real anger in his eyes, but rather a hint of concern.

"That's right, sister is not much older than me. My father never orders me around." Ling'er was also indignant for Jing Chunxi, and she picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into Jing Chunxi.

The little girl's fingers were still stained with ink; she must have been learning to write couplets. The osmanthus cake was exquisitely made, with a "Fu" character pattern printed on it. It melted in your mouth, sweet but not greasy.

Jing Chunxi took a bite and said, "Delicious!"

Princess Jing also asked with concern, "Is your father not good to you?" Her fingers gently brushed through Jing Chunxi's hair, carrying the unique warmth of an elderly person and a faint scent of sandalwood.

She also felt that her son was wrong, and no one forced him to be a stepfather. However, since she had made the choice, she had to act like a father, and the older the child, the more sincere, caring and loving he should be to him.

"What are grandparents thinking? Daddy is very good to me and my brother." Jing Chunxi stuffed half a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and felt happy.

He even felt that if he slandered his cheap father at this time, he would definitely win some sympathy.

She deliberately acted mysterious, blinking her eyes and saying, "Daddy is busy taking care of Mommy and is busy, so please ask Xier to come and tell Grandpa and Grandma the good news."

"Good news? What good news?" The man was a little slow-witted. Prince Jing's brains were not as quick as his mouth, and he kept making a lot of noise without understanding what was going on.

His thick white eyebrows were raised high, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched out, like an old child who was eager to know the answer.

"Is your mother pregnant?" Princess Jing's eyesight wasn't very good, but her heart was as clear as a mirror. As someone who had given birth to two children, how could she not understand the meaning of Jing Chunxi's words? As she spoke, her hands unconsciously clenched the handkerchief tightly, her knuckles turning white, and she was obviously very excited.

Even though they don’t have time, they still ask a little kid to tell them the good news. What else could it be if not what they care about most?

Ling'er also exclaimed, "Then I'll have two little brothers next year?"

Jing Chunxi chuckled inwardly and stopped playing the suspense. She nodded obediently, "Yes, the military doctor said it's been almost two months."

"Oh my! This year is a quadruple celebration, and next year will be a double celebration!" Princess Jing's face had turned a lot rosier, and she had gained weight. Her naturally fair skin was slightly wrinkled at the corners of her eyes when she smiled, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Happy event! Happy event! Grandmother has been waiting for this day."

Seeing that his grandmother was a little excited, Jing Chunxi quickly and gently stroked her shoulders, but his eyes were full of smiles when he looked at her.

"Great! Great! Next year I can have another grandson."