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At this moment, the Night Hawk came to report:

"Your Highness, Da Bai and Ke Le have arrived to deliver Miss Chu's thank-you gift."

"Let them in."

Jun Jiuxiao's voice was calm and even, but if you looked closely, you could easily see that his slightly trembling hands revealed his nervousness and anticipation.

Da Bai and Ke Le entered the study and presented Chu Xingyao's gifts one by one, with Da Bai imitating Chu Xingyao's mannerisms.

After carefully teaching the prince how to use the solar-powered lamp, she turned and left.

Jun Jiuxiao accepted the gift box, his fingers gently tracing the patterns on it, as if he could feel the warmth of Chu Xingyao's fingertips.

He opened the gift box and saw the letter and calming incense, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

He read Chu Xingyao's letter carefully, each word echoing in his ears like her gentle voice.

When he saw the phrase "Wishing you a good night's sleep and sweet dreams," a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

When the solar light was turned on, the whole room was as bright as day.

I happened to see that he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He stared intently at the strange lamp, as if it were from outer space, a sense of disbelief welling up within him.

I almost doubted my own eyes.

That lamp requires neither lamp oil nor flint.

It absorbs light energy on its own under sunlight, and when night falls, it can emit a light brighter than a candle flame, like a star falling from the sky to earth, which amazes him.

Yan Qing and Ye Ying were stunned; the prince could actually laugh.

Yan Qing gently touched the smooth lamp body, her heart filled with doubt and surprise.

"This lamp shines without fire; could it be some kind of magical technique?"

Jun Jiuxiao's voice carried a hint of displeasure: "I don't want your hand anymore."

Yan Qing quickly lowered her hand. In her heart, she thought, "So stingy, he won't even let me touch him."

At this moment, Jun Jiuxiao ignored Yan Qing's melancholy gaze and went to open the third gift.

He gently lifted the exquisite food box, and a sweet aroma wafted out. The cake had a unique shape and an enticing color, something he had never seen in his previous life.

He was overwhelmed with an unprecedented sense of awe; the beauty of the pastry was just like her smile, warm and radiant.

He carefully took a bite, and the delicate texture and exquisite taste instantly delighted his taste buds.

The joy in my heart was like spring flowers blooming, irrepressible.

Yan Qing stood beside Jun Jiuxiao, her gaze fixed on the exquisite cake, a hint of curiosity and longing flashing in her eyes.

He had never seen such exquisite pastries before, and their sweet aroma was irresistible.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "What...what kind of pastry is this? How could it move the prince so much?" His voice contained a hint of barely perceptible envy.

Night Hawk stepped forward, a sly glint in his eyes, and tentatively asked, "Your Highness, may I have a taste of this pastry?"

His words carried a hint of expectation, hoping to receive some favor from Jun Jiuxiao.

Jun Jiuxiao's gaze sharpened, like a blade, and coldly swept over Ye Ying: "No."

His voice exudes an undeniable domineering aura that is irresistible.

His gaze swept over Yan Qing and Ye Ying again, his voice as cold and deep as ice: "Is there anything else?"

His words carried a hint of impatience.

Yan Qing and Ye Ying exchanged a glance. They knew that Jun Jiuxiao was in a good mood at the moment, but they also knew that they were not fortunate enough to enjoy Jun Jiuxiao's treasures.

They withdrew respectfully, their hearts filled with endless anticipation for the delicious cake.

Jun Jiuxiao sat upright in the shadows of the study, the solar-powered lamp emitting a soft glow that illuminated a corner of the room and the cake in his hand.

Every bite of sweetness seemed to remind him of Chu Xingyao's ingenuity and thoughtfulness, and every ray of light seemed to tell of her gentleness and care.

His heart was filled with longing for her, a deep and unforgettable yearning, an indescribable flutter of emotion.

A strong and urgent thought arose in his mind—he wanted to see her, to immediately ascertain whether she had truly remembered her memories from before she was eight years old, and whether she truly no longer harbored any resentment towards him.

This thought is like a wildfire spreading uncontrollably.

He slowly rose, stepped out of the study without hesitation, and entered the vast snowy night.

Snowflakes fell, concealing the traces of his arrival, but he had only one goal in his heart—the whereabouts of Chu Xingyao.

A moment later, he came to her window, which seemed to be a passage to her heart.

He stood outside the window, pondering whether he should knock on the window or disturb her peace.

However, just as he was hesitating, the window slowly opened from the inside, revealing Chu Xingyao's stunningly beautiful face.

Her eyes held a hint of surprise and tenderness as she softly said, "Since we're already here, why not go inside? It's so cold outside."

Her voice was like a gentle breeze rippled across a lake, soft and delicate.

After speaking, she gently raised her delicate hand and softly brushed the snowflakes off his shoulder. The gesture was natural and intimate, which warmed his heart.

Jun Jiuxiao stepped into the room, carrying with him a chill and a heart full of hope.

He stood in the warm room, gazing at Chu Xingyao, his voice low and sincere: "I greatly appreciate this gift."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xingyao's lips curled into a faint smile, and she replied softly, "If Your Highness likes it, that's good."

Her voice held a hint of shyness and anticipation.

Jun Jiuxiao's voice suddenly trembled, carrying a hint of tension and unease:

"who is it?"

His question was abrupt, which aroused Chu Xingyao's suspicion.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Chu Xingyao asked blankly, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Who is the person you love?" His voice grew increasingly tense, trembling more and more noticeably.

He was afraid to hear the answer, yet he was also eager to know; this contradiction left his heart hanging in suspense.

"Jun..."

She paused intentionally, causing his heart to almost stop beating.

"Still Jun Xuanche?" His voice was tinged with self-mockery, filled with helplessness and despair.

Jun Jiuxiao, courtesy name Yaochen

Her voice was clear, melodious, and unforgettable.

"You... say it again!"

"I did not hear you clearly just now."

His voice trembled slightly, each word carrying a deep sense of shock and disbelief.

Faced with his strong reaction, she showed no sign of backing down. Bravely meeting his questioning gaze, she answered him once again with unwavering conviction:

"That's right, the person I love is Jun Jiuxiao, Jun Yaochen."

Her voice was clear and firm, yet the deep affection it contained was so intense that it was impossible to ignore.

Upon hearing this, he felt a surge of emotion, as if ten thousand horses were galloping past, stirring up a raging storm.

The overwhelming emotions instantly overwhelmed all his reason.

He could no longer care about anything else, and he took a step forward, stretching out his strong arms to pull her tightly into his embrace.