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Nianyun?

A strange look flashed across Danqin's eyes.

"Zheng Zhian." Zheng Zhian stepped forward and casually patted one of the boxes. "What's inside these?"

Zheng Nianyun shook her head. "I don't know either." Seeing Zheng Zhian's disbelief, she explained apologetically, "I came to the palace temporarily. My father prepared all these things when he was in Kangning." Her tone gradually revealed disappointment.

Before they came to Qingyang, the king had a lot of things packed. At the time, he thought they were important things, but he never expected that they were all prepared for this little girl.

My father hasn't given me anything yet.

So this was a gift that the Seventh Prince had prepared long ago? Then why did he say he hadn't prepared one?

Seeing his little expression, Zheng Zhian patted the box and asked with an innocent smile, "Want to take a look together?"

Zheng Nianyun nodded repeatedly.

Danqin stepped forward and opened one of the boxes. Inside was a bright and beautiful paper kite. She removed it and found wooden swords, a rocking horse, and various other children's toys underneath.

Zheng Zhian was surprised and gestured to open all the boxes. Inside were priceless jade, exquisite and translucent coral... all sorts of strange and wonderful things that dazzled the group.

These things filled Zheng Nianyun with envy. Her father had never given her any gifts, let alone such carefully collected trinkets.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

Why are your eyes red? If anyone should be crying, it should be because they're moved! Zheng Zhian looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Zheng Nianyun turned her back, raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, and said in a low voice with a pursed mouth, "It's nothing."

He would never admit that it was because his father was biased, treating even his younger cousin so well...

"then you?"

"What's wrong with me?!" Zheng Nianyun turned around, his eyes red and swollen, glaring fiercely at his younger sister who he had just found cute and charming. Now he couldn't stand her.

Looking at the boy who was as lively as a firecracker, Zheng Zhian shook his head helplessly. "It's nothing."

Could it be that his father gave him too many things, and the little guy couldn't bear to part with them, so he cried?

Should she give it back to him? This thought only flashed through her mind before she rejected it. If she did that, it would not only be disrespectful to the Seventh Prince, but it would also lead to misunderstandings.

Zheng Zhian gave Danqin a look, then looked at the boy who was radiating resentment, "Are you going to have lunch here?"

"What? I brought so much stuff, and you're not going to feed me?" After saying that, Zheng Nianyun awkwardly looked away, feeling like she had come here specifically to freeload.

"I'll take care of it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Zheng Zhian smiled brightly; this little cousin was more like a normal kid.

Unlike Zong Zhenping, who is too clever, and so is her senior brother, they made her think that the children here were so precocious.

She completely forgot that in other people's eyes she was even more of a 'monster'.

Kangxian Prince's Study

"Why did Your Highness allow Yun'er to enter the palace today?"

A few steps from the desk stood a woman dressed in a pleated, auspicious-patterned moon skirt, her eyebrows arched. She pressed her glossy red lips together, her heart filled with a mixture of anger, frustration, and bitterness. Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the man writing at the desk, and she wanted to see something beyond indifference on his face.

The pen in Kangxian's hand did not stop in the slightest because of her questioning. He simply replied, "Does Your Highness find anything wrong?"

"Your Highness, even now you still..."

The hand that was writing paused on the rice paper; the strokes, seemingly unaffected by the vastness of nature, were initially pleasing to the eye, but were ruined by the last stroke.

Prince Kangxian coughed lightly, looked at her, his dark eyes calm and deep.

That one glance sent a chill down Fu Yaojin's spine, from the soles of her feet to her scalp, and completely calmed her impulsive impulse.

Yes, what's wrong with that?

Fu Yaojin lowered her eyelids and curtsied, saying, "This concubine takes her leave."

The guards standing solemnly outside the study watched her aloof figure and sighed inwardly.

"With the wind."

Hearing the sounds from inside, Sui Feng immediately stepped inside, calling himself "Master."

Kang Xianwang swept up the discarded sheet of Xuan paper, "Nianyun hasn't returned yet?"

"A message came from the palace that the Crown Prince is having lunch with Princess Le'an at Muyun Palace."

No one expected that the young master, who was reluctant to dine with his master in the mansion, would be willing to dine with the little princess after only half a day in the palace. It was quite a surprise!

Kang Xianwang took out a new sheet of Xuan paper, gave a soft, hoarse "hmm," and then picked up his brush to write again.

What Sui Feng found strange, had indeed happened at Muyun Palace.

Since Zheng Zhi'an had never allowed the palace servants to help him serve food since he could hold chopsticks, he had just reached out to pick up a piece of fresh and tender fish, but before he could even touch it, it was snatched away by an arm that reached out from the side.

She withdrew her hand, slammed the chopsticks onto the chopstick rest, crossed her arms, and glared at him with an unpleasant expression.

Zheng Nianyun pretended not to see anything and ate happily.

The food in the palace is definitely different.

Zheng Zhian, who hadn't even had a sip of soup yet, laughed in exasperation at the sight of his son's greasy, shiny lips from eating.

"Is this enough to eat? Should I ask the kitchen to make you some more?"

Zheng Nianyun shoveled two mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, shook her head, swallowed the food, and said, "No need."

Actually, he was already full. He just wanted to prevent her from eating. He thought the little brat would cry and make a scene, but not only did she not do that, she even laughed and asked him if he had enough!

Is she stupid?

Looking into his eyes, Zheng Zhian suddenly felt that it was better for children to be smart.

He originally thought that after he finished his meal, he could send the simple-minded boy away.

Zheng Nianyun had no intention of going home at all. In fact, she felt that since she was full, she should go out for a walk. She leaned back in her chair, patted her bulging belly, and turned to look at the little person leaning in the same position. "I'm too full. How about we go out for a stroll?"

Of course he was full, but apart from eating two bites of white rice at the beginning, he hadn't eaten anything else. He wandered around, wandered around like an old man, and Zheng Zhian gave him a three-white eye.

So what if her father gave her a few too many things? Is it really that big of a deal? If all else fails, she can just secretly send them back to him later.

"I will find a chance to return those things to you."

"What?" Zheng Nianyun sat up straight abruptly, scoffing dismissively, "Tch, who asked you to pay me back? Who do you think you are?!"

He understood the principle that you can't take something back after giving it away, and besides, the Prince's mansion wasn't short of such things.

Zheng Zhian had never felt so exhausted. "When are you going back?" She now understood that even normal children weren't necessarily good.

For example, she has already sensed the subtle 'bad traits' in his genes.

"I haven't even finished looking around the palace, and you're already kicking me out?" Zheng Nianyun stood up aggressively and walked out. "I'm going to tell my uncle that you don't welcome me."

So that's where he was waiting for her. How childish. He just wanted to get himself punished. Zheng Zhian thought back to when he first met him. Apart from the gifts, what had he done to offend this little brat?

So much so that he had to pick a fight with himself.

He was almost at the door, and no one had stopped him yet. Zheng Nianyun stopped and pondered. Could it be because the little girl was too young and didn't know that if he went to complain, she would be scolded by the Emperor?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was to be true. He turned around and said coldly, "Do you know that I told my uncle that? You'll be punished." Just like when he used to tease his cousin at home, he always ended up getting a beating.

"So what?" Zheng Zhian looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Nianyun assumed that she was asking him what to do, so he returned to his seat and said in a serious tone, "So you have to show me around, I won't tell my uncle."