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At the last moment, His Royal Highness the First Prince could no longer hold back, "Xier, come here!" He heavily put down the wine glass in his hand, and the bottom of the white jade cup made a crisp sound when it hit the mahogany table. The resentment in his heart finally broke out, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

The sound spread, and both sides of the screen were instantly silent, even the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl disappeared.

Lord Feng looked up and saw that the eldest prince's eyes were bloodshot, he was biting his lower lip, his white jade-like teeth were deeply sunken into his pink lips, as if he was enduring something.

Everyone at the female table looked at Jing Chunxi, but only Madam Feng shrank back and looked up at the airtight screen. Almost everyone didn't know what was going on and looked at each other in confusion.

Only Jing Mingyue pushed Jing Chunxi, who was still concentrating on eating the last piece of radish cake, and said, "Go quickly," she lowered her voice, "Don't make people angry." As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully in the direction of the screen.

When they were still in Yamen Village, the two of them were always together, and the eldest prince also took good care of his cousin, which made Jing Mingyue suspicious. The news she received from her grandmother and mother in the past few days also confirmed this matter.

However, she didn't understand why the Crown Prince suddenly got angry. He was fine just now.

"Xi'er, come here. Brother Xiaokang wants to discuss something with you." As if sensing the sudden chill in the atmosphere on both sides, Xu Zize finally realized that he had lost his composure. He slowed down his tone and the hostility in his eyes subsided a lot, but his tense face still revealed his inner unrest.

"Wait!" Since I couldn't see him, I naturally didn't know what was wrong with him. I also felt that I had not offended him, so I was not in a hurry.

She slowly picked up her favorite with her chopsticks—the last piece of preserved radish cake. The snow-white cake was dotted with glistening sausage cubes. "Let me have two more bites."

She took small nibbles, completely ignoring the increasingly heavy breathing on the other side of the screen.

"Madam, please come over here and ask the maid to make a cup of tea for His Highness." Lord Feng lost his patience and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was also worried that Princess Anping would not give in and would not come over herself.

The only person who could come along at this time and help alleviate the cold atmosphere was his wife. He winked at the screen.

"Here it comes." Madam Feng stood up and saw that the two maids had already started brewing tea. The fragrance of Longjing tea wafted out of the celadon teapot. She hurriedly looked at Jing Chunxi who was still chewing slowly, "Princess!" There was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

There was no other way. She couldn't just sit there while her elders were moving. Jing Chunxi washed her greasy fingers with tea and wiped them dry with a silk handkerchief. Then she slowly followed Madam Feng, her skirt rustling as it brushed the ground.

"Brother Xiaokang is always so urgent. He even urges us to eat." She sat down next to him.

Looking at the barely touched dishes on the table, she immediately exclaimed, "Ah!", her eyes widening. "Why didn't you tell us earlier that you didn't want to eat the poached chicken? At least tell us."

After saying that, he muttered, "There aren't enough chicken legs to go around, so I only have to eat one chicken wing." His eyes were fixed on the plate of almost untouched poached chicken, with an expression of regret on his face. His little nose wrinkled, as if he was still feeling aggrieved.

"Now you know the benefits of following Brother Xiaokang!" As soon as the words fell, a shiny chicken leg appeared in the empty bowl in front of Jing Chunxi, "Hurry up and eat it." Xu Zize picked up another chicken wing and put it in. Although his tone was still hard, his eyes had softened.

"I'm full." She looked pitiful and touched her slightly bulging belly. She looked like a beaten puppy or kitten, and even the hairpin on her head hung droopy.

"Drink a cup of tea first, then go to the toilet. Eat after you've eaten." After saying that, the maid Mingming pushed the tea she had brought him directly in front of Jing Chunxi, and the emerald green tea soup swayed gently in the white jade cup.

"Okay!" The voice was so gentle and a little aggrieved that it finally made His Royal Highness the Crown Prince curl up the corners of his mouth. He was no longer angry, and his tense jawline softened.

Madam Feng looked at Lord Feng, her eyes full of questions.

Lord Feng nodded imperceptibly, and when he saw that the eldest prince had stopped eating, he put the other chicken wing into his wife's bowl. The ginger sauce spread out in a small area on the snow-white bowl, just like a piece of white paper just stained with ink.

After finishing a cup of tea and putting down the celadon teacup, the maid waiting by the side quickly refilled it, and the amber tea soup swirled in the cup.

The man before him just stared at him, his phoenix eyes unblinking, as if he had forgotten that he was the one who called him over. Jing Chunxi's ears burned at his gaze, and his fingertips unconsciously caressed the delicate ice cracks on the teacup.

"Didn't Brother Xiaokang say that there was something urgent?" This time it was Jing Chunxi's turn to be unable to help, and his white fingers like scallions tapped lightly on the table.

Even the way Lord and Mrs. Feng stared at her was too strange, especially Mrs. Feng. She would smile for a while and then seem to be afraid of being seen by the two of them, so her movements were a little timid, like a little mouse that had stolen oil.

But Lord Feng still thought it was cute and would come over to whisper a few words from time to time. The two of them exchanged glances like this, and it was obvious at a glance that the couple was in love and their family was very harmonious.

"There are no classes in the afternoon," Xu Zize finally spoke, tapping the table lightly with his slender fingers. "Brother Xiaokang has sent Qingfeng to pick up Pu Ge'er. After dinner, we will go to the Rong En Marquis's Mansion first, and then send you home." As he spoke, his eyes lingered on the hairpin in Jing Chunxi's hair, and he actually had the urge to touch it.

Jing Chunxi replied, "Okay! Thank you, Brother Xiaokang." Then he did not withdraw his gaze, but looked at him more intently, with his ears slightly erected as if listening, as if waiting for what to say next.

Xu Zize, "Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows inquiringly, and when he saw the girl approaching him, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

Jing Chunxi blinked her eyes. "Are you in such a hurry? You've lost it?" She tilted her head, and the pearl hairpin in her hair swayed, almost touching his neck.

"Xi'er and Pu Ge'er haven't seen each other for so long, isn't it urgent?" Xu Zize said seriously, but his fingers secretly hooked her sleeve under the table, "Besides, Pu Ge'er must miss me too." He answered as a matter of course, with a bit of arrogance, and the ending tone rose slightly, clearly asking for a reward.

"Huh!" Jing Chunxi chuckled, his eyes and eyebrows tinged with smile. He had no way of refuting his high-sounding words. It was hard to say, "No matter how urgent it is, it's not urgent right now." He was truly thinking of them, and he couldn't repay evil with kindness.

She had no choice but to pinch his palm under the table, then pulled her hand away, which made his brows jump.

"Can we go together? Can we go and get to know the place?" Feng Yaya asked timidly from behind the screen, her voice soft and thin. "After going to Marquis Rong'en's Mansion, it would be better to go to Minister Feng's Mansion. Then we can move there and play together." As she spoke, she and Mingzhu each poked half of their heads out from the gap in the screen, their two big black eyes full of anticipation.

"No, we still have to go to the General's Mansion." Mingzhu quickly interrupted, her little face flushed with anxiety.

Sister Jin followed behind and nodded in agreement. The two little girls talked to each other, and the screen was shaking slightly due to their shaking.

"Then you all go and have dinner at the General's Mansion tonight. Grandma and aunt will definitely be happy." As soon as Jing Chunxi finished speaking, the children behind the screen cheered happily, and their chirping sounds like a nest of little birds in spring.

"I...still won't go. Sister Jiaojiao, stay at home with mother." Feng Jiaojiao spoke quickly, her voice was not loud but her attitude was firm.

She twisted the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes showing shyness and timidity, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.

Just before the meal was served, her parents specifically called her in to ask her privately, naturally asking her how she felt about the eldest son of the Jing family. She simply said, "It's up to my parents to decide," and that made her feelings clear.

At this time, she was unwilling to suddenly talk about going to the Jing family's house, as she felt it was too abrupt.

"How about this? Your Highness will treat us to dinner at Zuixianlou." Perhaps having heard and guessed the Feng family girl's embarrassment, Xu Zize hurriedly came to the rescue. "Let's go to the Rong En Marquis's residence first, then to the Feng Shilang's residence. After dinner, we'll take Princess Anping back to the General's residence. When the carriage passes by, it'll be considered a formality."

As soon as this suggestion was made, Feng Jiaojiao fell silent behind the screen, her tense shoulders noticeably relaxing. With their sister's tacit approval, the three children immediately beamed and started making noise again, their laughter nearly blowing the roof off.

Jing Chunxi looked at Xu Zize gratefully and found that he was looking at him with a smile on his face. The pair of phoenix eyes that always looked a bit sharp when looking at others were now so gentle that they seemed to drip water, reflecting the skylight outside the window, clear and sincere.

She suddenly felt as if something was gently scratching the tip of her heart, making it feel numb and tingling.