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"I obey." Xiao Huachi bowed with his hands clasped. It seemed that although the Emperor had this idea, he had not yet made a decision, and it was still unknown what would happen in the future.

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The next morning, Zheng Zhian tied his waist-length black hair up with a white ribbon, dressed in a men's ink-splashed narrow-sleeved brocade robe, and appeared in the courtyard of Zheng Nianyun's residence in the Kangxian Prince's Mansion with Ling Fei.

The guards in the shadows were already used to seeing the sudden appearance of the person.

Zheng Zhian stood in the courtyard, looking at the rising sun in the east, and began to yell at the closed wooden door, "Zheng Nianyun, get up!"

After calling out several times without receiving a response from inside, the steward of the Prince's mansion was summoned. He quickly stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Princess."

Zheng Zhian waved his hand, pointed to the door, and said familiarly, "Butler Wang, can you open this door?"

The guy inside doesn't like anyone sleeping in there. In order to sleep in, he has a good habit of locking the door. He sleeps like a dead pig. He might not even wake up if the house collapses.

Butler Wang looked at the tightly closed door with a troubled expression, then turned to look at Zheng Zhian, who was dressed in men's clothing, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: What shady things is the princess going to do with the prince again?

Every time the princess wears men's clothing, the two of them are bound to do something naughty.

He was worried, and wanted to stop him but couldn't say anything. In the capital, the Crown Prince was on good terms with this person. Before his master and the others went to their fiefdom, the Queen Consort specifically instructed them to keep an eye on the Crown Prince and to persuade him not to do anything reckless.

But he also has to be able to persuade them.

His thoughts raced quickly, his face showing respect, helplessness, and embarrassment. He bowed and said, "Princess, you know about the Crown Prince's sleeping habits... This old servant... This old servant really..." He sighed deeply at the end.

Everyone in the Prince's mansion knows how grumpy the young master is when he wakes up. Even when the Princess Consort is around, she has to go and wake him herself, and he still gets furious. It goes without saying that he treats them even worse.

"It's alright, Butler Wang, you can go about your business." Zheng Zhian understood, of course; he was just being polite.

Butler Wang retreated with some doubt. Halfway there, he couldn't help but look back and saw her walk to the window closest to Zheng Nianyun's bed, where there was a ventilation opening. She pulled it open forcefully and slipped inside like an eel.

Butler Wang's head was pounding with anxiety. He quickly left the place where chaos was about to erupt, lest he be accidentally injured.

After Zheng Zhian climbed into the room, he took down a feather duster from the shelf in the outer room, pulled out two feathers, stood by his bedside, and muttered in a soft, low voice, "Give me back my life~" while gently brushing the feathers across his delicate, fair face.

"Zheng Nianyun~ Aren't you coming with me~"

Zheng Nianyun, who was still in a dream, felt his face was gloomy and cold. Who was calling him?

He sneezed so hard his nose couldn't take it anymore that he opened his eyes. Through his blurry vision, all he saw was jet-black hair, and it was calling his name in a low, eerie voice. Terrified, he jumped three feet high, quickly shrinking to the corner at the foot of the bed, pulling the covers over his head and trembling. "No, come find me! I... I haven't hurt anyone..."

As she spoke, her voice trembled with fear and a hint of tears. Zheng Zhian brushed aside the hair that had been deliberately left loose in front of her and laughed until she was breathless.

Why are you still so afraid of these things?

Hearing the familiar voice, Zheng Nianyun threw the blanket off her head, feeling both ashamed and angry. She got up and took a few steps to the person who was laughing happily, roaring, "Zheng Zhian, I'm going to kill you!" She raised her leg to kick him, but Zheng Zhian was prepared and dodged to the side.

The two started fighting inside the house, exchanging blows. Ling Fei, who was outside, wanted to go in and stop them, but then he thought that even the guards weren't moving, so he stood firmly in place. In any case, the princess was unlikely to suffer any losses.

Hearing the crackling sounds coming from inside the house, Ling Fei couldn't help but feel sorry for his two spendthrift sons!

After the house was a complete mess, Zheng Zhian opened the door and left, not forgetting to say, "I really need to talk to you. You can clean up first."

Enraged, Zheng Nianyun grabbed the nearest vase and threw it at him. It smashed against the door frame and shattered completely. He roared, "Get the hell out of here!"

Despite saying that, he dressed as quickly as possible, though his hair was a bit messy. If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't yet reached adulthood, Steward Wang might have thought something else.

"Where is that monster?" Zheng Nianyun clenched her fists in anger as she looked at the old butler standing at the door.

Steward Wang silently took two steps back and whispered, "The princess went next door to see Prince Chen."

His son has never been able to defeat the little princess, so why bother?

Zheng Nianyun kept taking deep breaths, "Don't be angry, don't be angry... that's just a monster..."

While comforting himself, Zheng Zhian had already arrived at the Jingning Prince's Mansion, which was next to the Kangxian Prince's Mansion. The two mansions were adjacent to each other, and three years ago, when the two imperial uncles returned to their fiefdoms, they each left their heirs in the capital.

Everyone knew why, and she felt it was unnecessary, but her father was, after all, the emperor.

At least one good thing is that their father didn't intend to spoil them while they were in Kyoto; they were quite free there, except for a few things...

Zheng Zhian skillfully arrived at Zheng Yichen's courtyard. His courtyard was so cluttered that there was no room to step. It was full of various kinds of wood, timber, scraps, axes, saws, and various tools. A blue and white figure was hanging something in front of a large wooden stake.

"Brother Yichen, what new thing are you making again?" Zheng Zhian sat on the balustrade of the corridor without any formality, with her right foot on it and her left foot hanging in the air. She leaned against the pillar and played with a twig that she had picked up from somewhere.

Zheng Yichen stopped when he heard the voice, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that it was her. He didn't seem surprised. He brushed the wood chips off his clothes and asked loudly, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, how about you?"

This cousin is about the same age as the eldest. Perhaps influenced by his father since childhood, he is particularly obsessed with researching things. Besides going to school, he spends his days researching his strange and unusual things. In recent years, he has grown up and become more and more refined and elegant. However, he is taciturn and people who don't know him well may feel that he is distant.

Looking at the way he was looking at him, Zheng Zhian always felt that he was looking at him as if he were a fool, his eyes full of tolerance and wisdom.

This wasn't just his opinion; many of his classmates from the Imperial Academy who had interacted with him felt the same way. Some even said he was putting on an act, arrogant, and indifferent. He ignored these comments without even a flicker of emotion.

Zheng Yichen walked to the table, poured two glasses of water, handed them over, and said calmly, "We haven't had a chance to eat yet."

Ling Fei accepted the tea and thanked him. Zheng Zhian drank it all in one gulp and suggested, "Then let's go eat the steamed buns from that steamed bun shop in the south of the city."

Since none of us have eaten yet, let's eat together.

Zheng Zhian got up and handed the teacup back to him, thinking that Zheng Nianyun should have recovered by now. He invited him to eat together so that he would have the energy to get down to business.