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Just as he had seen last time in the court, Lord Feng spoke clearly and crisply, each word falling like gold and stone, without a trace of flattery.

He smiled and said, "Princess Anping is a woman who is as brave as any man. General Jing's family is full of loyal and brave people. I have always respected them." His voice was so sonorous that even the branches of flowers outside the window seemed to tremble slightly.

Madam Feng, however, was not as composed as her husband. Her fingertips grasped the rim of the teacup, the water in the celadon cup reflecting the tense corners of her mouth. This was her first time facing both the Crown Prince and the Princess simultaneously, and the silver cloud patterns embroidered on the robes of these two nobles made her dizzy. She quietly wiped her palms with a handkerchief, fearing she might slip.

Feng Jiaojiao noticed her mother's embarrassment and picked up the silver teapot at the right time, "Father, Your Highness, please have some tea."

She turned her wrist, and the water flowed into the cup steadily like a golden thread, and even the mist splashed with a bit of elegance.

Jing Chunxi saw this and secretly admired: Such smooth movements, even the female officials in the palace would not be able to find fault with them.

Feng Jiaojiao did not return to her original seat, but sat down next to Mrs. Feng opposite her.

After three rounds of tea, Lord Feng suddenly put the teacup on the table and said, "I just heard that the princess loves 'Tianxiang Pavilion'?"

He winked at his wife and said, "Although I am not good at needlework, I am a good gardener. If the princess is interested..."

"Your mansion actually has a 'Tianxiang Pavilion'?" Jing Chunxi suddenly straightened up, bumping into the table and causing it to sway slightly. That king of golden osmanthus, a treasure so rare that even a single plant in Lingnan's gardens could barely survive, had actually taken root in this northern courtyard? Her eyes suddenly lit up. "That's a treasure, its flowers three inches in diameter, its fragrance permeating the eaves!"

Lord Feng laughed out loud, not caring about the tea stains on his cuffs: "When I took up my post, I repeatedly reduced my luggage, but my wife insisted on taking a few pots of flowers and trees. Most of them withered from the bumpy ride, but this Tianxiangtaige..." * Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Feng coughed lightly in embarrassment, and the pearls on her earrings trembled.

"Originally it was said that we would wait until a new plant was cultivated before presenting it to Your Highness." Lord Feng suddenly frowned and stroked the rim of the cup with his thumb - this was a rare treasure in one pot, to whom should he give it first?

Xu Zize suddenly closed his folding fan and said, "I asked for this pot of flowers to congratulate Xier on her new house." He glanced at the coral hairpin in Jing Chunxi's hair, and his tone suddenly became gentle.

"Really?!" Jing Chunxi almost knocked over the fruit plate and hurriedly thanked Madam Feng.

Turning around, she saw Xu Zize half-covering his lips with his folding fan, his index finger secretly pointing at her, like a child asking for candy. She chuckled, "Anping thanks His Highness—"

Before she finished her words, she suddenly met his burning gaze, and her blushing face was clearly reflected in his eyes.

"Please lead the way, Madam. I'm afraid Anping will often come to bother you to admire the flowers in the future." She hurriedly stood up, and everyone else stood up with her. Suddenly, Xu Zize's voice approached, "When will Xi'er return home? Brother Xiaokang will take you home."

While Jing Chunxi was hesitating, Feng Jiaojiao had already taken her arm and shook it gently, indicating that she was not in a hurry to go back.

Xu Zize raised his eyebrows when he saw this and said, "Then I'll trouble Lord Feng to prepare the meal." His tone of voice was final, making the Feng family flattered.

Lord Feng bowed with both hands. "Thank you, Your Highness! I could not be more pleased." He hurriedly called out, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "Hurry up and ask the cook to make a nourishing soup. For lunch, prepare some special dishes from Lingnan, and two snacks."

After learning yesterday that Princess Anping was Jing Chunxi, the eldest daughter recounted to them how they met, how they met, and how they became friends. She knew that Princess Anping was a great fan of Lingnan cuisine, and they happened to have brought two Lingnan cooks with them.

As Lord Feng thought about it, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

As for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Lord Feng turned his gaze to the distinguished figure beside him. His Royal Highness's eyes remained glued to Princess Anping, as if drawn by an invisible thread, following her movements.

His heart and eyes are now filled with Princess Anping. The love in his eyes has long overflowed, and even others can see the burning warmth.

It seems that as long as the food suits Princess Anping's taste, even if the rice is undercooked and the dishes have no salt, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not be able to eat it.

Lord Feng pondered inwardly and couldn't help but smile secretly, thinking that this meal was probably more significant than any banquet he had ever had before.

After drinking tea in the side room for the servants, Jingyi straightened his robe and walked out. As soon as he turned around the corridor, he ran into the green shadow sitting on the railing of the corridor.

Green Shadow was wearing a dark green suit and was swinging his legs carelessly. When Jing Yi saw him, a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"I told you I saw you, my lord, but the princess refused to believe me. Even if I mistake you, I wouldn't mistake the horse! Look again—how could I be wrong about this outfit?"

Jing Yi walked over in two steps and sat down next to him, splashing a few fallen leaves. "Lord Luying is already at the mansion gate today, why don't you go in?" He winked as he said this.

"His Highness said that it depends on when you go out. There's no need to rush back to report the news!" Lu Ying smiled and shook his head. He took out a bag of pine nut candy from his arms and threw it to Jing Yi. "Try it. It's a reward from His Highness."

Both of them had walked so many miles with their master and had lived in the same mansion in Qiantang County for several months. They were already very familiar with each other, so they couldn't help but chat with each other at this moment.

"No wonder His Highness came back with Lord Feng." Jing Yi suddenly realized, crunching his pine nut candy. "It was less than two cups of tea after our princess entered the room."

As he was talking, he suddenly thought of the stubborn and unenlightened person he was thinking about. The sweetness no longer tasted sweet to him. He sighed slightly and his eyes drifted away.

Because of the difference between men and women, they had lunch at two separate tables, which were separated by two sandalwood screens embroidered with pine and crane patterns.

Jing Chunxi and Madam Feng, who could have sat at the same table with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Lord Feng according to their status, sat at the table for the female relatives because of Miss Feng and Jing Mingyue.

On the other side of the screen, Xu Zize glanced towards the screen from time to time, and the chopsticks in his hand did not move for a long time.

They were obviously all famous Lingnan dishes specially prepared for the two of them - the white-cut chicken was tender and juicy, the braised pork with preserved vegetables was also very soft and tender, the steamed grouper was white and delicate... and there was also Jing Chunxi's favorite cured radish cake.

However, because they were sitting at separate tables, one of them ate like chewing wax, with no taste; the other ate heartily, still wanting more, with her mouth shiny with oil, and occasionally even fought with her sisters for food.

At the left table, the two people had barely finished their drinks and barely touched their food, the dishes neatly arranged on the exquisite porcelain plates. At the other table, the food was a mess, almost completely gone. A few cleanly gnawed chicken bones lay piled in front of Jing Chunxi.