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

She was so immersed in the joy of reunion that it was not until this moment that Jing Chunxi realized that she had unknowingly fallen into the gentle trap set by Xu Zize and had foolishly agreed to his request to marry into the royal family at the age of sixteen.

This realization made her ears burn, and her fingers unconsciously tightened the silk ribbon tied around her waist.

Because of this matter, they delayed for a long time. They had originally planned to have lunch after arriving at Prince Jing's Mansion, but in the end they had to change it to have lunch at the General's Mansion due to Xu Zize's constant persuasion.

The eight-treasure duck specially prepared by the kitchen is still steaming, the crystal shrimps are glowing amber in the sunlight, and even the most ordinary stir-fried seasonal vegetables are embellished with a mouth-watering green color.

Because he was in a particularly good mood, Xu Zize, for the first time ever, ordered two more bowls of rice, and it only took him an hour to finish the bowl of plain noodles.

The eldest prince was very elegant in his manners and never disliked any of the dishes. Although he didn't talk much at the table, he accepted all the dishes that the old lady served him with the serving chopsticks and always said "delicious".

This move made the old general and the old lady feel very satisfied, and they even praised "Your Highness has a good appetite." They felt that the first time he had a meal at the general's mansion, he was completely at ease and acted like he was at home. He was indeed a good child worth entrusting.

Jing Chunxi didn't have a big appetite, so after he was full, he sipped his jasmine tea. Looking at the satisfied look of the person opposite him, he suddenly felt that even the tea was sweet like honey.

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Using the excuse that he had enjoyed lunch too much and was worried about the bumpy ride, the usually decisive Crown Prince made an exception and did not ride his Ferghana horse that was a tribute from the Western Regions. Instead, he insisted on riding with Jing Chunxi in a women's carriage with a moon-white gauze curtain.

At this moment, he was leaning against a soft golden pillow, staring intently at the silly smile on the face of his future princess.

"What are you laughing laughing?"

Xu Zize suddenly leaned closer, and his warm breath brushed against her slightly red earlobe.

"Xi'er is pretty." The tall young man was more than half a head taller than the girl even when sitting, and his bony hands had already wrapped around her slender waist without rejection.

He gently rested his chin on her thin shoulder and rubbed her neck affectionately like a puppy begging for food. The embroidery threads on his black brocade uniform emitted tiny silver glints as he moved.

"Brother Xiaokang, get up." Jing Chunxi felt her cheeks burning. Although the two of them were engaged, such intimate behavior still made her heart beat like a drum.

Ever since my first period, my body has been changing as rapidly as a willow branch sprouting in March. The originally flat area on my chest now always feels inexplicably itchy, and I can feel slight swelling and pain almost every day.

What made her even more nervous was that whenever Xu Zize looked at her with those smiling phoenix eyes, a strange heat would surge in her lower abdomen.

She tried to push the heavy head off her shoulders, but found that the man seemed determined to cling to her. Just as she was about to increase her strength, she heard the sound of long, even breathing.

Glancing sideways, the young man's sharp eyebrows were relaxed in his sleep, his thin lips still maintained an upward curve, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes. He was actually asleep.

Jing Chunxi suddenly dared not move. Looking at the faint dark circles under his eyes, he recalled the military report from the north that had just arrived from the court today, and a sharp pain surged in his heart.

How utterly exhausting must it be to allow him, who had always been vigilant, to fall asleep peacefully amidst the jolting of the carriage? Perhaps he hadn't had a good night's sleep since returning to the capital!

She quietly adjusted her sitting position to make him more comfortable, her eyes tracing his features which were gradually losing their childishness and becoming somewhat angular, his Adam's apple appearing and disappearing between his collars as he breathed. She suddenly wished that this road leading to Prince Jing's mansion could be longer.

"Why are you here now, sister?"

As soon as the carriage stopped, Ling'er's clear voice penetrated the curtain.

The little girl in an apricot-red skirt stamped her feet angrily under the carriage, "Grandfather Wang asked the kitchen to prepare crab meat lion head last night, and we waited with empty stomachs until three quarters past noon!" Her pearl-studded embroidered shoes drew circles anxiously on the bluestone slabs, and the clatter of her waist jingled. She was really angry.

"Where is grandpa now? Is he not angry? Have you eaten?" Before Jing Chunxi finished speaking, the curtain of the car was lifted by Xu Zize's slender fingers.

"have eaten."

Ling'er was about to step forward to support her when she was suddenly met with a pair of smiling starry eyes. She was so startled that she took two steps back, and the wings of the gold and jade butterfly hairpin in her hair trembled.

"You—oh!" Seeing the four-clawed python dragon embroidered on his clothes, the little girl fumbled and knelt down to salute. "Ling'er greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The originally righteous questioning suddenly turned into a stammering greeting, and her pink cheeks turned red.

After seeing Jing Chunxi leaning out, she hurriedly added, "Sister is here!" and ran towards the hanging flower gate, her skirt in hand. After running a few steps, she remembered the etiquette and hurriedly called the maid waiting in the corridor, "Hurry and report to Grandfather Wang, and tell him... tell him that the eldest prince has come with my sister!"

"Ling'er is so big now." Xu Zize held Jing Chunxi's elbow steadily to help her get out of the car. His voice was especially gentle after a short rest. "The last time I saw you, you couldn't even reach your sister's shoulders."

Ling'er blinked her almond-shaped eyes in confusion. She couldn't recall when she had met this distinguished cousin before. She looked at Jing Chunxi for help, gesturing with her fingers to measure their heights. "Isn't there still a difference of half a head between us now?"

"Puchi," Jing Chunxi covered her lips and chuckled, the lotus pattern embroidered on her cuffs rippled with her movements. "I'm sorry, some trivial matters at home delayed me this morning, so I had dinner over there." She reached out to rub her sister's head, but was nimbly avoided.

"Sister, you've forgotten where home is." Ling'er turned around with a pout, but her arms, like lotus root nodes, honestly held Jing Chunxi. "Grandmother Wang and Mother talk about you all day long, and my ears are about to get calluses!" She covered her ears exaggeratedly as she spoke, but her almond-shaped eyes secretly glanced at her sister's reaction.

"Auntie, are you feeling well? Mother asked me to bring some calming sachets." Jing Chunxi followed his sister's force and walked into the door, then was pulled by her to the front hall.

"Mother was quite energetic in the past few months." Ling'er kicked the tassels on her skirt, "but since July, she's been feeling sleepy and often wakes up in the middle of the night."

She suddenly lowered her voice, "Mother said...that she would only feel at ease if my sister was by her side during the birth." Before she finished speaking, Xu Zize's clear voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Xi'er." He, who had been walking behind, had already come forward. "I just forgot something important."

Turning to Ling'er, he said gently, "Sister Ling'er, please go ahead. I'll be right back after a few words with you."

"Okay!" Ling'er didn't doubt him, let go of Jing Chunxi's hand and ran forward, running so fast that her skirt bloomed into gorgeous flowers.