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"Danqin, take this letter to my maternal grandfather." Zheng Zhian stuffed the letter into an envelope and handed it to Danqin.

Since her father's poison was cured the day before yesterday, the court suspended its court for three days. That day, she went to the backyard and saw her father sitting weakly on a stone bench. She was worried and went up to comfort him.

Who knew that the first thing my father said was that I would have to go to the morning court with him every day for the next month, rain or shine, and also help him review memorials!

She had just seen his embarrassed side, and now she was filled with regret! She shouldn't have said that.

Danqin stared at her increasingly radiant face, slightly stunned. Over the years, as the princess had grown up, she had come to understand the princess's personality better and better. As long as it did not involve the princess's relatives, the princess, though seemingly mischievous, never lost her sense of propriety.

Since the Jiang family incident, the princess has not contacted the duke in this way for a long time. Has something happened again?

Seeing the confusion on her face, Zheng Zhian didn't explain, but simply shook the envelope lightly. "Danqin?"

Danqin snapped out of her thoughts, took the envelope, and solemnly replied, "Yes." She assumed there was some important news inside, so she took it seriously and turned to leave with a grave expression.

“It’s just an ordinary letter, there’s no need for all this.” Zheng Zhian raised her lips and smiled innocently. She couldn’t very well tell Danqin directly that she wrote this letter to reassure her grandfather because she wanted to ‘run away from home.’

It was because Old Man Kong often talked about those things in the martial arts world in front of her that her maternal grandfather agreed to let her go out and see them. Now she was just telling him not to worry about her sudden disappearance.

It's really not a good idea to tell Danqin directly about this. Knowing Danqin as I do, I know she would definitely stop me if she found out.

Hearing her say that, Danqin felt relieved. Suddenly remembering something, she turned around and said, "Just now, Steward Liu said that His Majesty wants you to go to the Imperial Study when you have time."

"Okay, got it." Zheng Zhian waved his hand casually and sat back down in his chair. As soon as Danqin turned to leave, Zheng Zhian immediately got up, took out a cloth-wrapped package from behind the chair, carried it out the door, and casually tossed the package over. "Let's go."

After saying that, he gathered his strength and sped away from the palace.

Ha, the Imperial Study? Dad just wants me to help him review memorials, huh? Dream on! Let whoever wants to go, go. I'm not going to be a free laborer!

Although Ling Fei had his doubts, he would never question any of Zheng Zhian's decisions. Ever since he was transferred from the shadow guard to the open, he knew that he only had one master.

That is—Zheng Zhi'an.

Knowing this, Zheng Zhian was quite at ease with Ling Fei, and she wouldn't be so arrogant as to venture out into the world alone at the age of eight.

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The two walked to the Kangxian Prince's Mansion and entered the courtyard with ease.

As Zheng Zhian passed by the back garden, he stopped in shock. The place, which was originally lush with foliage and flowers, now looked like it had been attacked by bandits. There were broken branches and leaves everywhere, and even the ornamental rocks in the middle of the garden had been cut into pieces.

Zheng Zhian chose a rocky spot where he could stand, and looked around. Could it have been Yuan Ming and Zheng Nianyun who did this?!

She was so shocked by the scene before her that her mouth gaped open, unsure how to describe the mess.

Even Ling Fei's usually stern eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Hey Yuan, you better stop right there... I'll fucking kill you..."

A roar like a raging lion echoed through the courtyard, making the intent to kill in all too clear.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a flashy figure darting around in front of them, occasionally throwing stones behind them. The stones seemed to be thrown haphazardly, but they were all aimed at Zheng Nianyun, only to be blocked by the sharp, cold-looking triangular fork in his hand.

"You think you can kill me with a spear? Can you even spear a fish out of a pond?" Yuan Ming retorted seriously.

These words infuriated Zheng Nianyun, who wanted to throw what she was holding at the 'butterfly' running ahead.

"What are you doing?"

At first, the two didn't pay attention when they heard the sound, completely engrossed in their game of "you're the best, I'm the best."

It wasn't until Zheng Zhian spoke up again, "Zheng Nianyun, Yuan Ming, what are you two doing?" Were you addicted to fighting or something?

The two stopped at the same time and looked towards the source of the sound. Unexpectedly, Yuan Ming threw all the stones in his arms at Zheng Nianyun, patted his robes, and his handsome face immediately fell, with obvious questioning, "Why did you take so long to arrive?" There seemed to be some grievance in his voice.

"I'm here now!" Zheng Zhian's tone noticeably lowered. "I've been busy these past two days. How did you two end up fighting?" He gave a simple explanation, subtly changing the subject.

The day before yesterday, he was asked to stay in a guest room at Zhaixing Tower, but he refused no matter what. He felt that his identity was not suitable for him to appear in other places in the palace. In the end, Zheng Zhian had no choice but to have someone bring him to Zheng Nianyun first.

Who knew this guy would get into a fight with Zheng Nianyun?

Zheng Nianyun couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this. What could possibly be bothering her? Besides climbing trees to steal birds' nests and catching fish in ponds... what else could possibly keep her occupied?

"Zheng Zhian, these are on you!" Zheng Nianyun pointed around with a triangular fork. Of course, she had to compensate for the damaged things.

It's because she was the one who had this person sent here.

When he arrived, he thought it was a male prostitute that Zheng Zhian had taken a fancy to and was going to keep as a mistress in his place.

He simply complimented it by saying it looked good, but unexpectedly, this guy started a fight without warning.

If they couldn't win, they resorted to sabotage, and almost demolished the entire palace.

"Go find my dad." She doesn't have any money.

"You had someone bring this, and now you want me to go find my uncle?" Isn't she afraid that my uncle will punish her again if he finds out?

Zheng Zhian shrugged helplessly. "Anyway, I don't have any money." He added, "But if you go and tell my dad that he did it, he will compensate you."

She only had a few silver notes on her, which was definitely not enough to cover the losses.

Hearing her words, Zheng Nianyun was no longer interested in losing money. Instead, his curiosity about Yuan Ming's identity was piqued. In this world, apart from Zheng Zhian, who could get the Emperor to cover up the loss without any reason, there was probably no one else who could do that.

Now that Yuan Ming is receiving this treatment, what about his identity—could he be the emperor's illegitimate son who has been living away from home?

Zheng Zhian didn't notice the gossip gleam slowly rising in his eyes, but due to the occasion, he didn't ask. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "Alright."

After resolving the farce between the two, Zheng Zhian casually asked him for a few fine horses.

Without Zheng Nianyun even needing to speak, the steward, who had been observing from the shadows, immediately sent someone to select several fine horses.

Zheng Zhian, along with Yuan Ming and Ling Fei, each led a horse and left without looking back. In the end, Zheng Nianyun looked at the mess on the ground and couldn't figure out how she had lost several good horses again.

Several people led their horses through the bustling city. Zheng Zhian originally intended to cross South Street and leave the city directly.

In front of an inconspicuous restaurant, Zheng Zhian spotted a familiar face he rarely saw.