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

"Sister, the chef specially made radish cake and taro cake today." They were all Lingnan cakes that Jing Chunxi liked to eat.

When Xiaoyu knocked on the door lightly, there was a hint of guilt in her voice that was barely perceptible. When her fingertips rested on the door panel, one could even feel a slight tremor.

She quietly turned her head and quickly glanced at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was standing quietly beside her. Seeing that he looked calm and had no intention of urging her, she secretly breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her.

But the task was not yet completed, so she had to raise her hand again, her knuckles gently falling, and pleading with a bit of helplessness, "Sister, Xiaoyu is hungry." She deliberately made the tone of this latter sentence light and soft, like willow catkins brushing across the water in early spring, which was exactly the same as her usual gentle temperament.

"Xiaoyu, eat first. I'm not hungry." Jing Chunxi's response came from the inner room. His voice was steady, neither friendly nor angry. It was like a bottomless pool of still water, making it impossible to figure out the details.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu had no choice but to turn around and gave Xu Zize a "helpless" look, her little mouth slightly pouting, full of embarrassment.

Xu Zize immediately understood, a flattering smile flashed across his eyes. He raised his hand to touch the straight bridge of his nose, then pointed his fingertips firmly at the closed door, signaling her not to give up and to keep trying.

Xiaoyu had no choice but to gather herself and find an excuse to continue persuading: "When Xiaoyu came up, I saw Sister Chuntao guarding the medicine jar in the small kitchen from afar. The medicine juice must be almost ready and will be served soon. Sister, it must be more unpleasant to drink such a bitter medicine on an empty stomach." She deliberately emphasized the word "bitter" a little more, trying to arouse her sister's fear.

When the thick black medicine juice was mentioned, Jing Chunxi could hardly suppress the anger in his heart.

Since waking up that day, she had quietly entered the pharmacy in the space and carefully checked it. There was no medicine labeled as what she needed. However, there was a batch of specially labeled medicines for warming and nourishing the five internal organs. It was obvious that they were prepared for Xiaoyu, who had a weak constitution. The instructions on the medicines also matched Doctor Duan's previous diagnosis, requiring long-term conditioning.

This just proves that her body is completely fine. The sudden fainting last time was either an accident or intentional by the mysterious space.

However, Dr. Duan prescribed a large number of bitter medicines based on this, and asked the female doctor to give her acupuncture every other day, saying that only in this way could the meridians be unblocked and the problem be eliminated forever.

Thinking about having to endure this torture for no reason, drinking so much bitter water, and having silver needles stuck into her body, wasn't the source of all this a carefully planned trap by the prince outside the door? How could she easily swallow this anger?

Based on her understanding of Xu Zize, if there was not an extremely important matter that he had to deal with personally today, he would probably have made up his mind to stay at her "Xichun Gui" and not leave.

No matter how many times Xiaoyu pleaded softly outside, Jing Chunxi remained steadfast in her refusal to respond. Xiaoyu cried until her mouth was dry, and seeing that her sister still had no intention of opening the door, she had no choice but to give up.

She turned around and took a few quick steps in anger at first, but then she seemed to remember something, deliberately slowed down her steps, imitated the posture of a cat, and slowly moved to the dining table.

She sat down, holding her chin with her hands, staring at the plates of exquisite but slightly cold pastries on the table with empty eyes, motionless.

"Xi'er, Brother Xiaokang knows he was wrong." Seeing Xiaoyu defeated, Xu Zize had no choice but to step forward himself and knocked lightly on the door with his knuckles. His voice was low and gentle, with obvious intentions of flattering and admitting his mistake.

"This time... Brother Xiaokang really wanted to eradicate the bandits who had been causing trouble for years on the Hunan-Guizhou border and put an end to their future troubles, so he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure and set up this trap. I never thought that it would make you, Xier, so sad, and even..." He didn't even dare to mention the incident of her falling down the stairs again, and his tone was full of regret.

Jing Chunxi's words pierced his ears, as if hinting at how much she cared about him. This was completely untrue! Falling down the stairs was clearly an accident. It was the fairy aunt who pushed her from behind. She didn't want to take the blame.

"From the moment you fell from the building, Brother Xiaokang has been filled with remorse and heartache." His voice was filled with grief, trying to move the people inside. "If I could turn back time and this happened again, I, Xu Zize, would rather sneak into the malaria-ridden area at the junction of Hunan and Guizhou, even if I had to be cut into pieces by those vicious bandits, than use you, Xi'er, to risk your life."

His words were so sincere and heartfelt that Jing Chunxi almost couldn't help but retort: ​​"Is your life worthless? If so, then I'm..." She felt even more depressed, but she bit her lip and refused to say a word. She simply turned over and lay down on the soft couch, pulled the quilt over her head, and covered her head tightly, trying to block out all the noise outside.

"Xi'er, Brother Xiaokang will officially move into the Eastern Palace tomorrow." Seeing that admitting his mistake had no effect, Xu Zize had to change his strategy and bring up the real business. "Father and Mother specifically instructed that the family should gather inside first, have a home-cooked meal, and warm up the house. They also specifically asked you to come to the palace."

Jing Chunxi complained in his heart under the quilt: Don’t try to use the emperor and the queen to pressure me, I won’t fall for it!

"Also, I'd like to hear your opinion on some of the furnishings and arrangements in the East Palace, Xi'er," Xu Zize's voice continued, with a hint of subtle anticipation, "so that when you move in in the future, you won't find anything that doesn't suit your taste or makes it inconvenient to use."

The sound penetrated the door, even the thick quilt, and still clearly reached Jing Chunxi's ears. She was so angry that she sat up suddenly, her mouth open, and the words on her lips were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back and fell back on the couch, still sulking.