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"Okay." Zheng Zhian thought that even a girl's voice sounded better than his.

If my senior brother is like a celestial being untouched by worldly affairs, then my cousin Yichen is like a clear spring flowing through a thick mountain fog. He is unhurried and gentle, and once you get to know him, you will always feel a sense of comfort that penetrates the heart and makes you feel at peace.

Moreover, my senior brother is now showing signs of falling into the mortal realm, which must be because he has been corrupted by our master.

"You're torturing me this early in the morning just to eat steamed buns from South Street?"

As soon as the sound fell, Zheng Nianyun jumped in from outside the wall, squatting down and jumping onto the wall, then squatting down and jumping back to the ground.

Zheng Zhian couldn't help but rub his forehead. This girl was a real 'femme fatale', all thanks to her handsome face that resembled the Seventh Imperial Uncle.

Looking at Ling Fei beside her, who stood like a solitary pine tree, she regretted it deeply! She shouldn't have brought Zheng Nianyun to the plum garden in the first place.

If it weren't for that bond of brotherhood forged in adversity, I really wouldn't want to know this idiot at all.

Zheng Nianyun took a few steps forward and punched her on the shoulder. "Zheng Zhian, aren't you going to explain yourself?"

Let him hang his head, Zheng Zhian didn't flinch, and rolled her eyes at him, "What's there to explain? Aren't the steamed buns from that shop on South Street worth getting up early for?"

Speaking of that steamed bun shop in the south of the city, it was that boy Zong Zhenping who took her there. Since then, she would go there to eat every now and then. The taste was really good. She wondered how that boy was doing now.

"Come on, or it'll be gone." Zheng Nianyun pushed her out, calling back, "Yichen, you guys follow too."

The group went to the steamed bun shop in the south of the city. When they arrived, there was already a long line in front of the shop. Zheng Nianyun pushed the group to the back of the line, saying, "You two go and save some seats so you don't miss out."

Zheng Yichen replied calmly, "Okay."

Many people around, seeing the attire and demeanor of these young men, sighed inwardly, thinking how rare it was to see such young masters buying their own food these days.

Just as Zheng Yichen noticed there was one empty table left, just enough for the four of them, and he had already pulled out the chairs and was wiping the table with a handkerchief, a man dressed in a black robe that was neither new nor old suddenly sat down opposite him. The man was holding two plates of steamed buns and a bowl of rice soup. His hair was disheveled, and his face looked as if he hadn't washed it in a long time.

He looked like a beggar no matter how you looked at him, yet his clothes fit well and weren't dirty or messy.

Ling Fei felt a chill creeping over him, but Zheng Yichen's expression remained unchanged, his voice still soft and indifferent, "There's someone here." His tone was completely flat, as if stating a fact. But Ling Fei's intuition told him that Prince Chen was angry.

The man tilted his head back, still swallowing the bun in his mouth, and mumbled, "There's no one here, it's just the two of you."

Meeting Ling Fei's increasingly fierce gaze, he grinned and said, "Sorry, brother, I wasn't paying attention. Seeing that it was just the two of you, I thought I'd come up and sit down. I'm really sorry." As he spoke, he was about to get up.

"Please sit down." Zheng Zhian carried three plates of buns with different meat fillings, along with some cold wild vegetables, and placed them on the table.

He shook his head at Ling Fei and said with a smile, "It's okay, I can sit down."

In recent years, Ling Fei has been by her side, unlike before when he lived in the shadows, risking his life. In recent years, his temperament has become much gentler, and he can even joke with Danqin and the others occasionally.

However, once it involves himself, he is still the same Shadow One he used to be, and it's hard to say how long it will take for him to get rid of this habit.

The man looked left and right, slowly put the plate down, and sat back down on the stool.

After Zheng Nianyun made two trips to get all the things they wanted, he saw that there was an extra person on the table, but he didn't say anything. He just arranged for them to sit next to Zheng Zhi. He thought to himself that it was indeed a bit small for two people.

Zheng Nianyun didn't mind at all. He took a bun and ate it, taking bites of wild vegetables and meat. He wasn't shy at all. Seeing that everyone was eating their own food with their heads down, he looked at the one who looked like a beggar and asked bluntly, "You're not a beggar, are you?"

What was even more unexpected was that the person didn't hesitate at all, swallowed what was in their mouth, and answered, "Yes, I am."

The group of people all stopped and looked at him. How could this be a beggar? There was no inferiority complex, no frustration, and no desperate pleading or wailing for pity.

Zheng Zhian looked at the person next to him: Are all the beggars in Kyoto this principled?

Zheng Nianyun was no longer puzzled.

"You're not a beggar from Kyoto?" A soft, gentle voice rang out, and Zheng Yichen stopped eating and looked at him.

"Are there beggars in Kyoto?" the man asked innocently. He had been in Kyoto for several days and hadn't encountered a single one.

Now it was the three of them's turn to look at each other, both of them confused. It seemed they really hadn't seen it before.

“Yes.” Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ling Fei continued to explain, “Generally, the government will help find work, or they will find jobs themselves. In the capital, as long as you have hands and feet, you won’t have trouble finding work.” He looked at the beggar with a warning, also reminding him, “Those who are lazy and good-for-nothing won’t last long in the capital.”

"I see, as expected of Kyoto." The man chuckled, finished the rice porridge in his bowl in a few gulps, took out a clean square cloth from the remaining buns, wrapped them up, put them in his pocket, and bowed with his hands clasped. "Thank you all, see you again sometime."

Several people looked at him at the same time. Zheng Nianyun put down his chopsticks and cupped his fists in a proper manner, saying, "See you again if fate allows."

Zheng Zhian could only clasp his hands in farewell and say, "Goodbye."

This person is clever and perceptive. They made such a big commotion just now, and that person was still in the front row. How could he not know there were four of them? He saw that they were all young and that they were able to come here to eat, so he concluded that this group of people must be well-mannered. Therefore, he deliberately went forward and sat down directly.

When they saw the biggest person get angry, they knew he was not someone to be trifled with and prepared to back down.

The four exchanged glances but didn't take the matter to heart, continuing their conversation.

It wasn't until everyone had almost finished eating that Zheng Zhian remembered something and looked at Zheng Yichen, "Brother Yichen, don't you have to go to the Imperial Academy today?"

"You two didn't go either?" Zheng Yichen glanced between the two of them.

"We've skipped class more than once, but you're different."

I've never heard of him doing anything bad; it would be quite rare for him to skip class.

"The dean approved special treatment for me and your senior brother together." In that instant, Zheng Zhian felt his malice.

These are just two prodigies. My senior brother and I are truly intelligent. They can learn everything extremely quickly and effortlessly, unlike her who has to endure it all. Why doesn't Old Man Yang give her a special approval note too?

Seeing her staring at him with resentment, Zheng Yichen said indifferently, "If your royal uncle agreed, you probably wouldn't have gone long ago." This cousin has been personally taught by your royal uncle since she was a child, so she doesn't need those teachers in the academy. He probably just wants her to interact more with her peers in the academy, and also to keep her in check.

Who can blame her for always managing to do something earth-shattering!

"Ha, ha." Zheng Zhian made a face at him with a forced smile.

There's no way my dad would agree to that.

"Hey, Yichen, we're going to Dixingxian later. Are you going back first, or...?" Zheng Nianyun recalled that the little girl had told him while they were queuing that she wanted to go to that casino again.

"I have to go, especially since he wants to find out what's going on."