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"Do you need to be so anxious?" Jing Chunxi threw the teacup in his hand out violently. The celadon teacup shattered in front of Ayi with a clang. The boiling hot tea splashed on his clothes, and the broken pieces of porcelain flew everywhere, and some pieces even brushed his cheeks.

"Please forgive me, Princess. I have made up my mind. I also beg you to allow me to go to Langya Manor." Ayi kowtowed again, paying no attention to the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. When he looked up again, there was indeed a bead of blood on his forehead, and the tiny porcelain pieces were still embedded in his flesh, but his tone remained stubborn and persistent.

"Haha!" Jing Chunxi could only sneer at the speed of his falling in love with someone else. She looked at the man kneeling in the hall and suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

"This princess has approved it. Then pack up your things, accept your punishment, and leave the city tomorrow!"

The sky is going to rain, and my mother is going to get married. Jing Chunxi no longer mentioned her original plan to arrange for him to be a small steward. Seeing that he was still trying to kowtow, she waved her hand and turned away, no longer looking at him.

She stood up on her own, took Xiaoyu's hand and went back to the inner room without looking back. The hem of her skirt brought up a breeze as it swept across the threshold.

Ayi stood up, his soul in despair, and fled hastily under the cold gazes of the maids and servants. As he left the courtyard, the cold early winter wind blew, and tears began to flow uncontrollably. Warm tears mixed with the blood on his forehead, blurring his vision, but he persisted, stumbling and nearly tripping over the stone steps several times as he walked.

Only he knew the pain in his heart - the love and affection he had imagined over the past few years were just wishful thinking. How could he let it go so quickly? Whenever he saw Tang Shuang's clear yet distant eyes, his heart felt like it was being stabbed by needles.

Now, wherever the icing is, that is his sad place, and his heart will bleed continuously. He is just trying to escape from this suffocating place as soon as possible.

He didn't want to quibble or beg for mercy. Since Tang Shuang had never taken him to heart, his only wish now was that she could live a peaceful life.

"Who made our Xi'er angry?"

As I passed through the Moon Gate, I saw Ayi fleeing in panic with tears on his face. His staggering back looked particularly desolate in the morning light.

Looking at the sullen faces of the maids in the courtyard, Xu Zize understood what was going on. His maids must have been very angry. He walked quickly into the house, his tone filled with a hint of doting and concern.

"Your Highness is here, sister. Xiaoyu will go back first."

Seeing the person entering through the curtain, Xiaoyu immediately stood up, knelt, and bowed in a perfect greeting. She glided past Xu Zize and made her way out, her skirt untied. After careful training by Grandma Zhou and the two palace maids, Xiaoyu, despite her youth, had mastered both manners and etiquette.

"Why should I be so angry about that servant? If you're unhappy, just send him away." Seeing that no one else was in the room, Xu Zize gently embraced Jing Chunxi from behind, burying his face in her neck and rubbing it gently. His warm breath brushed against her ears, and his voice was low and gentle, "Why get angry over someone who has nothing to do with you?"

"Xi'er wasn't that angry originally, but she just couldn't contain her rage. She'd only met Cuihua once, and she'd already asked to go to Langya Manor. What a rotten man! So impatient!" Jing Chunxi shrugged, angrily lumping him in with her. Her delicate fingers clenched her sleeves, her eyes filled with indignation.

Unexpectedly, she failed to break free from his grip, and instead, he held her tightly. With a slight push of his arms, he turned her body around, so they were facing each other. Before she could react, he pecked her lips, the touch as soft as a butterfly's wing.

"From Langya Manor? Is that woman a military dependent?" Xu Zize was incredibly clever, immediately grasping the key point from her words. A flash of thought flashed across his deep eyes, his fingers still gently stroking her back.

"It should be~" Jing Chunxi was completely unaware that she had also wrapped her arms around his slender waist. Their bodies were now extremely well-matched and ambiguous. She suddenly looked surprised, "It seems~it shouldn't be!" She frowned slightly and her tone became uncertain.

Langya Manor had always been home to the soldiers who had originally served with my grandfather. Most of them were disabled or widowed, and the oldest was probably like Uncle Bei. Later, my eldest uncle and his younger uncles settled in, bringing in younger people. With their help, some of them did find wives.

But she knew that old lady Huang, who was at least seven or eight years older than Uncle Xiaobei, which made her even more confused.

Jing Chunxi thought about it and shook her head, saying firmly, "Those unfortunate people are lucky enough to marry a widow with children." She could only speculate, "Anyway, he asked to go to Langya Manor, so Cuihua must be working there."

"Ayi begged you to grant us a marriage?" Xu Zize asked softly, then pressed her head against his chest. He rubbed the top of her head with his chin, and this intimate gesture made Jing Chunxi lose all his temper.

Taking advantage of his moment of relaxation, she raised her head and said in a much softer tone, "No, he probably didn't dare to be too presumptuous yet."

"I'm afraid you all have misunderstood him!" He finally let go of her body gently, but Xu Zize picked up her hand again and took her to the hall outside.

Only after they sat back on the sandalwood chairs, one on each side, did he describe in detail what he had just seen of Ayi. He described Ayi's distraught appearance with a hint of pity in his tone.

"He's really good at pretending, but who is he doing this for?" Xu Zize saw it with his own eyes, so it must be true, but Jing Chunxi still felt a little uneasy. In her opinion, such pretentious behavior was really hard to sympathize with.

"Green Shadow, come in." Xu Zize suddenly shouted outside.

"Yes, Your Highness." A green figure entered, his figure as silent as a ghost. He bowed respectfully and said in a steady voice, "Greetings, Princess."

After Qingfeng and Chuntao's marriage was finalized, Xu Zize gave him a day off, allowing him to go home and tidy up the house and prepare for the wedding. However, since both were orphans, the formalities of the three matchmakers and six betrothal procedures were largely omitted, and everyone felt relieved. Now, it was Green Shadow who accompanied him closely. Among Green Shadow, Qingfeng was more taciturn and had a less noticeable presence.

"Go find Aunt Wei and find out what's going on with Mrs. Huang's family. Is she living in Langya Manor? Report back immediately."

Green Shadow was also very fast, coming and going like the wind. Before they had even finished their tea, he was back again. He walked steadily into the hall and bowed to report:

"Your Highness, Princess, we've found out. Every servant in the kitchen knows everything. Just ask them and they'll know. Mrs. Huang is a widow. Her family has been slaves for three generations. Her husband's surname is Bai. Aside from Mrs. Huang, the rest of her family, seven or eight, are all in Huangling Manor, seven or eight miles outside the city."

"Huangling Manor? How is that possible?" Jing Chunxi exclaimed. When she looked at Xu Zize, he didn't seem surprised at all, as if he had already guessed it. Only then did she realize that things might not be as she thought.

"Ayi has traveled all over the country with us and experienced many hardships and dangers. Xier, do you think he is a heartless and ungrateful person?" Xu Zize asked in a gentle voice.

Thinking back on the past events, one after another, and thinking about Ayi's persistence in going into the kitchen for a dish or a delicacy, and his infatuation of doing anything for frosting, Jing Chunxi's heart began to waver.