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

Xu Zize stood outside the door and said almost all the nice things he could, but the room inside was still like a deep ancient well, without any ripples or even a trace of echo.

He was at his wit's end, so he simply turned around, lifted the hem of his robe, and, completely disregarding the prince's dignity, sat down directly on the cold threshold. His gaze was cast towards the clear lake outside the railing, which was shimmering in the sunlight. His back revealed a rare sense of desolation and helplessness.

It was then that he noticed Chuntao cautiously approaching with a bowl of steaming, medicinally rich soup, followed by Sugar Frosting and Red Powder, each holding a plate of preserved fruit. Orange Powder and Blue Powder, who had initially avoided the Crown Prince out of fear of his presence, seemed emboldened by the crowds and quietly peeked out from behind the pillars.

For a moment, all eyes were focused on him, but Xu Zize didn't feel embarrassed at all. He still sat calmly on the doorstep, looking composed.

Except for Xiaoyu who still stubbornly stayed at the table, Chuntao finally persuaded the others to leave gently.

"My second uncle also made a contribution this time, and his rank was promoted half a level."

The surroundings quieted down. Xu Zize was silent for a moment, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking specifically to the people inside the door. His voice was not loud, but his words were clear: "Tomorrow, Xu Ziyi will be escorted to the imperial mausoleum. Like his father, he will confess his sins in front of the spirits of his ancestors. He will be punished for his crimes... there." He paused, as if he was recounting an old story that had nothing to do with him.

"Chu Xuan," he continued, a hint of coldness in his voice, "he couldn't survive the interrogation by the Ministry of Justice. He confessed everything he was supposed to. He will be executed at the Meridian Gate tomorrow at 3:15. Before he died, he had only one request..." He deliberately slowed his speech, "He said he wanted to see Xi'er and Pu'er one last time."

Jing Chunxi finally could no longer remain completely calm in the house. She sat up quietly and listened attentively.

Outside the door, Xu Zize's voice suddenly turned cold, with an unquestionable determination: "I have already asked Qingfeng to reject him and tell him to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"No!" Jing Chunxi couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly opened the door. "Who said I don't want to see him? I have to go! I want him to see clearly that he has to swallow the bitter fruit today for the evil deeds he planted in the past!" But he wants to see Pu Ge'er, it's impossible!

She used too much force, and Xu Zize, who was leaning against the door, was caught off guard and fell backward. Jing Chunxi exclaimed, "Brother Xiaokang!" Without thinking, she let go of the door, quickly stepped forward, squatted down, reached out, and caught him steadily, pulling him into her arms.

When she looked down in shock, she met a pair of deep eyes - Xu Zize was lying on his back in her arms. Not only was he not panicked, but his eyes were filled with deep tenderness and smile. His gaze was fixed on her, as if she was the only one left in the world.

Their eyes met, their gazes intertwined, all the sounds, lights and shadows around them faded away quietly, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Xiaoyu, who had rushed over to see what was going on after hearing the noise, was stunned at first when she saw this scene. She immediately stretched out her little hands to cover her eyes tightly, and stepped back repeatedly. Her small body almost huddled up in a ball, and she muttered in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Mom! This... Do they think I'm transparent?"

The two reconciled as before, and their relationship was even sweeter and more harmonious than before, as if a spoonful of oil had been added to the honey, making it even thicker and harder to dissolve.

Not only did they have breakfast together, they also enjoyed the porridge and side dishes with gusto, their eyes flickering and smiles filling the air throughout the meal. At noon, Prince Jing's mansion held a lively family banquet, and the whole family, young and old, gathered under the forsythia trellis in the flower hall in the front yard for a rare reunion dinner.

The sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows. As cups and plates clink, laughter and joy can be heard in the air, creating a joyful atmosphere.

After this little incident, the Jing family had a more thorough understanding of the character and responsibility of Crown Prince Xu Zize, and also saw more clearly the unwavering determination of their daughter (granddaughter) Jing Chunxi.

Although this arranged marriage came a little early and caught people off guard, on second thought, if it was decided earlier, people would have more time to prepare in advance and consider all aspects more thoroughly.

Sure enough, before the afternoon duty time came, the palace's ceremonial procession had already arrived at the gate of the Rong Enbo Mansion.

Aunt Wei, who was in charge, led the eunuchs and palace maids rewarded by the queen, a total of thirty people, into the palace in an orderly manner.

Aunt Wei looked to be in her early thirties, dressed in a proper palace dress, her speech and behavior were impeccable, her eyes were lively, and one could tell at a glance that she was a very versatile and capable person, giving orders promptly and quickly without any delay.

What made Jing Chunxi's heart tighten the most was that this time the Queen had actually sent two nurses to take care of her. When she thought about being bound by rules in the future, she couldn't help but frown slightly, revealing a look of distress.

Xu Zize, watching her like this, couldn't help but chuckle. He moved closer and whispered softly, "Don't worry, these two maids aren't rigid and rigid. They were hand-picked by Madam Zhou herself. They're her disciples, so they're the most adaptable."

After hearing what he said, Jing Chunxi looked at the two maids carefully again. She saw that they were about forty years old. Although their faces were serious, their eyes were gentle. They were very respectful when they saluted her, without any negligence. Her heart was relieved a little.

Xu Zize simply spoke to Jing Chunxi in front of everyone, his voice full of unquestionable defense: "Xi'er, you must learn the rules carefully. However, since these people have been rewarded and not temporarily borrowed, they are your people. How to arrange and use them is entirely up to you, Xi'er."

The Crown Prince's words were clear and concise, carrying a clear warning. Upon hearing these words, the faces of all the palace servants standing below froze, and any slight contempt and laziness in their hearts immediately subsided. They all held their breath, concentrating and becoming even more respectful and cautious.