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

Seeing that her elder sister and younger sister had sat opposite where her grandfather and the eldest prince had just sat, Sister Jin could no longer rely on her grandmother.

She reluctantly stood up from her grandmother's warm embrace, her hands still tugging at her grandmother's sleeves and gently pulling twice. Seeing that her grandmother had no intention of keeping her, she pouted and stood up slowly.

She walked over and took advantage of the others not noticing, biting her lip and glaring at Jing Mingzhu, wanting her to give up her seat in the middle. Jin Jie'er's almond-shaped eyes were wide open, her eyelashes fluttered, and her face was tense.

Little Mingzhu still remembered the grudge from her childhood. Her big watery eyes glared back without showing any weakness, then she turned her gaze away as if nothing had happened, pretending not to see it. Her slender fingers even deliberately stroked the loose hair at her temples.

Sister Jin could only sit in the empty seat at the edge. She was very angry but did not show it on her face. She twisted the handkerchief in her hand and crumpled the silk handkerchief embroidered with orchids.

"Grandma, I saw that Nanny Wang seemed very happy just now, so your granddaughter couldn't help but ask if there was any good news at home?" Mingyue asked with a smile, her voice sweet and crisp.

Mingzhu's eyes were also sparkling with anticipation, as if they were filled with stars.

"Of course it's a good thing. Now that we're back in Beijing, good things are bound to happen one after another in our house." The old lady chuckled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes relaxed, and she clapped her hands down twice, making a slight rustling sound on the brocade.

She was stunned for a moment, then she realized that the place where Sister Jin had been leaning her legs was now empty. She laughed even more happily, and her silver-white hair trembled slightly with her laughter.

"Jin Jie'er, take your sister to the side room to have some snacks first, and ask your sister Mingrong to make you a pot of flower tea." The old lady said softly, waving to the two little girls, the jade bracelet on her wrist shining warmly in the sunlight.

Hearing Mingrong's name suddenly, Jing Chunxi glanced around, his gaze sweeping through the hall. The two sisters reluctantly walked out, Jinjie'er deliberately treading heavily, while Mingzhu maintained her elegant demeanor, only a slight smile on her lips.

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, he lowered his voice and asked, "Sister Mingrong hasn't gone home yet?" Jing Chunxi's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, and he half covered his mouth with his hand.

"What's going on? Her brothers are still in Qingshan Villa. Will she go back to face an empty yard? Will her two illegitimate uncles Changming and Changdu like her? I guess she won't go back even if Wutou comes back. She is happy to accompany her grandmother, so let her be." The old lady sighed, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup.

She looked at Jing Chunxi again with a gentle gaze, "Xier's thirteenth birthday is coming soon, right? Mingrong is already fifteen." She turned to look at the eldest lady, frowning slightly, "Mother will ask her about it someday, and we have to make plans for her early." There was some worry in her tone.

When she looked at Jing Chunxi again, "Grandma, please calculate. Your mother was born at the end of August, and your birthday is on October 17th. You should be back by then. Grandma and aunt are doing you a disservice. We will hold a big birthday party for you this year." As the old lady spoke, a loving light flashed in her eyes, and she reached out and gently stroked the top of Jing Chunxi's head.

"That's great. Invite those clansmen as well. We should get together after returning to Beijing." The eldest lady immediately agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Then he started talking to the old lady about the people to invite, and the two of them chatted back and forth, pointing their fingers on the list.

Jing Mingyue looked up at the sky in silence, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes slightly turned upward, revealing a helpless expression. After listening for a long time, she still couldn't understand what happy event they were talking about.

Seeing that the two little ones were sent away, she thought that the matter had something to do with her. But it turned out not to be the case. Moreover, it seemed that they had forgotten about her, a living person.

She bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of loss flashing in her eyes.

Seeing the empty seat next to Jing Chunxi, she immediately moved over to sit with her, her skirt swaying lightly, her jewelry jingling. She also said with concern, "Cousin Xi has darkened a little."

She looked at Jing Chunxi's face carefully, "But she is less childish, more charming, and more beautiful." Her voice was as gentle as water.

"How can she be as pretty as my cousin? After returning to Beijing for a few months, my cousin has become more and more charming and elegant, with the demeanor of a daughter of a wealthy family. I wonder who will marry her in the future." Jing Chunxi said as he stroked the black and shiny hair hanging by her ears. The hair was as smooth as silk.

Then he looked at Mingyue's delicate profile with envy.

"Even my cousin makes fun of me." Mingyue pretended to be angry and gently pushed Jing Chunxi, but a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Oh! Cousin Mingyue, please spare me, grandma, save me." Jing Chunxi couldn't help but jump up when his ticklish spot was tickled. Like a frightened little rabbit, he went around behind the old lady and the eldest lady, and deliberately made exaggerated evasive movements.

"Oh, look where we were? We've forgotten the main topic." The old lady smiled and shook her head, and the tassels on her hairpin swayed gently.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, there really is good news!" The eldest lady couldn't help laughing and chuckled with her handkerchief covering her mouth.

The four of them finally sat down again. Jing Chunxi and Jing Mingyue were pointed at and asked to sit across from each other. They sat down side by side in a very proper manner, their skirts spread out like two blooming flowers.

"Xi'er, tell your cousin Mingyue again what you just told us about the eldest son of the Tao family." The old lady said seriously, her eyes scanning back and forth between the two of them.

As expected, she was called here for this matter. Jing Mingyue's face instantly turned red to her ears, and the blush spread to her neck. Her eyes drooped, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face. Her fingers twisted the handkerchief nervously.

"The eldest son of the Tao family?" Jing Chunxi deliberately kept the question in suspense, his voice drawn out, a cunning glint in his eyes.

She turned to face Jing Mingyue, and only continued when she saw her raise her head slightly, "That is the current master of the Ningguo Mansion. How old is he..." She deliberately slowed down her voice, and enunciated each word very clearly.

Ning glanced at Jing Mingyue and saw that she was very nervous. She must have thought that Duke Ningguo was quite old.

Her expression made Jing Mingyue nervous and embarrassed. She wanted to pinch her but didn't dare. She could only raise her eyebrows slightly. Her slightly frowned look was particularly adorable.

Jing Chunxi continued, "When I was nine, he was eighteen, which means he was nine years older than me." She counted carefully on her fingers.

"Mingyue is six years older than Xier, so Mr. Tao is three years older than her cousin." The eldest lady couldn't stand her slow pace, and knew that her daughter was anxious, so she quickly interrupted and spoke a little faster than usual.

"Yes, I'm three years older than my cousin, which is just right. Exactly twenty-two." Jing Chunxi blinked mischievously, with a naughty smile on the corner of his mouth.

"If you continue like this, I won't listen." Jing Mingyue was shy and angry, her voice trembling a little. She immediately stood up and pretended to leave. The hem of her skirt swayed slightly because of her big movements.

She pretended to run, but was held tightly by Jing Chunxi. "Tao Chengrui, 22 years old, looks as tall as Brother Xiaokang, and is very handsome."

Jing Chunxi blinked at her, then suddenly felt a little at a loss for words and scratched his head. "Anyway, she's prettier than her cousins, has a good temper, and is well-read. She won't have parents-in-law to serve in the future, and after she gets married, she'll be the mistress of the house."

She said it all in one breath, fearing that her cousin would really run away.

"Alright, alright, you naughty boy. Why haven't I seen you so petty before? Stop teasing your cousin. If you continue with this tone, your cousin will really run away." The old lady smiled and tried to smooth things over, her eyes full of kindness.

Only then did she notice that Jing Mingyue's face was red with embarrassment, like a ripe apple, and her head was buried in her neck, even redder than before.

"Anyway, Xier thinks Young Master Tao is a good person. As for the rest, grandma, aunt and cousin will tell each other. I'll go see Mingrong." After saying that, Jing Chunxi let go of Jing Mingyue and ran away like a light-hearted deer, with the hem of her skirt flying, and she disappeared behind the door curtain in the blink of an eye.

The two elders behind him could not help but shake their heads helplessly. With such an innocent and straightforward personality, if she entered the palace, she would probably be gnawed to pieces.

Thinking about the doting expression Xu Zize gave her, it seemed that she could only rely on the eldest prince's favor for her.