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Duke Yun agreed, and Zheng Hongyuan, having achieved his goal, stopped discussing the topic and changed the subject: "Marquis Wuping has arrived in the capital today. Would Duke Yun like to have a few drinks with him tonight?"

Marquis Wuping guards the northern frontier and rarely returns to the capital to defend against barbarian tribes. Moreover, the two had joined forces to resist foreign tribes many years ago, so they shared a bond of camaraderie. Duke Yun also greatly admired this general who guarded the northern border.

Back when the Duke of Yun hadn't retired, he guarded the western kingdom of Xiyu, while the Marquis of Wuping was stationed against the northern barbarian tribes. They were truly on the border, never meeting. However, generally, high-ranking generals wouldn't return to the capital unless there was a major event. Why did he suddenly come back?

The Duke of Yun, thinking there must be some problem in the north, straightened his back immediately. "What brings him back this time?"

"The Ministry of Revenue has been withholding his military funds for a whole year." Zheng Hongyuan picked up his teacup and took a sip, concealing the expression in his eyes.

He had served in the army and knew that the Ministry of Revenue was deliberately delaying payment, but this problem could not be solved simply by issuing an imperial decree.

Upon hearing this reason, Duke Yun was so angry that he smashed the tea table next to him.

They're truly like dogs that can't get enough to eat. Those people are eating and drinking to their hearts' content in Kyoto, singing and dancing, but they don't care about the lives of the soldiers on the border. As soon as there's no war, they start using all sorts of excuses to delay their payments, without even considering who is helping them maintain this peaceful and prosperous era.

This left Zheng Zhian stunned; she had never seen anything like this when she led a legion in interstellar space.

This actually came from the mouth of a king!

No wonder my father was so eager to push through the new policies.

The evening banquet was held at the Bibo Pavilion in the Imperial Garden. To Zheng Zhian's surprise, there were only a few of them, and no singing or dancing was prepared.

She had imagined it would be another noisy, bustling scene with lots of people singing and dancing. She disliked that kind of noise the most, and she always left early whenever her father hosted a banquet.

This time it's good, this relationship is special.

The venue for the banquet was also well chosen. The lotus flowers in Bibo Lake were in full bloom in July, and the evening breeze was refreshing and carried the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.

When Marquis Wuping arrived, the moon was slowly rising above the branches. He was wearing a black riding outfit that he hadn't had time to change out of. He was tall and looked imposing. His dark skin and piercing eyes were particularly noticeable in the flickering candlelight, making him look like a fierce tiger from the deep mountains. He was indeed a veteran of many battles.

Zheng Hongyuan stood up and tried to stop him from kneeling down, but said with a smile, "There's no need for that. Tonight it's just the few of us, so there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Regardless of what he said, Marquis Wuping still performed the full kneeling ceremony, saying, "Your subject greets Your Majesty, long live the Emperor!"

It was only when he knelt down that everyone noticed there was an eight or nine-year-old child behind him.

"Be flat."

Marquis Wuping stood up and pointed to the young boy behind him, saying, "This is my son, Zhenping."

When Zong Zhen first saw the emperor's face, he was not intimidated. Following his father's introduction, he bowed respectfully.

I didn't see Zheng Zhian until the very end because she was too short, not even as tall as the table, and she didn't want to always be carried by others, so she stood up by herself.

"Everyone, take a seat."

Everyone then took their seats, and Zheng Zhian climbed onto the chair himself with a series of heaves.

Marquis Wuping was just wondering who should have that position, but he didn't expect there would be a little kid among them.

Zong Zhenping also looked at the little radish head that had just emerged with curiosity.

Zheng Zhian sat down and, seeing that everyone was looking at her, said with a straight face and nonchalantly, "Let's eat."

Several people burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Marquis Wuping, sitting to Zheng Hongyuan's left, looked at her and said, "This must be Princess Le'an." He had long heard that the Emperor cherished this legitimate princess very much and had kept her by his side since she was a child. He hadn't expected it to be true.

Several adults stared at her, treating her like a rare species being observed.

"Yes, hello Uncle Wu." Zheng Zhian was only thinking about maintaining her persona, so she smiled sweetly.

Her round, chubby face makes you want to pinch it.

"Hello, little princess, but my surname isn't Wu, it's Zong." Marquis Wuping rarely saw such a cute little girl, so delicate and tender, he was afraid of speaking too loudly and startling her.

Looking at his forcedly gentle, comical smile, Zheng Zhian really wanted to say that there was no need for such behavior, but she still sweetly said, "Hello, Uncle Zong."

After chatting for a while, Marquis Wuping reluctantly reminisced with the emperor and the others. Only then did Zheng Zhian have a chance to take a good look at the young boy opposite him. His first reaction was that the boy was not dark-skinned at all. Was he his biological son?

He had fair skin and delicate, handsome features, like a fairy child in a painting of blessings. His eyes, in particular, were exceptionally beautiful, like glass, like the clear, bright water in a still lake. However, he had a stern face and an air of aloofness about him.

This kid's face looks like he's destined to bring disaster to the country, provided he doesn't grow up to be ugly.

After listening for a while, I roughly understood that my father and mother had both served in the military camp of Marquis Wuping, so they had a very good relationship. My maternal grandfather had also fought alongside Marquis Wuping against enemy states, which explained it.

She had almost finished eating and there was no point in listening anymore. She tugged at her father's sleeve and whispered, "I want to go out and play for a while."

Knowing that Yingyi was by her side, there was no need to worry. "Go ahead."

As soon as Zheng Zhian left Bibo Pavilion, he casually found a pile of grass and lay down, draping his short right leg over his left. He then picked a blade of grass from the side, put it in his mouth, and looked at the starry sky.

I don't even know which planet I'm on right now. The feeling of looking at it here is completely different from when I'm in space. In space, nebulae look vast, mysterious, and lonely, but here they look gentle and distant.

Hearing the chirping of the cricket on his right, Zheng Zhian got up and quietly went forward.

"what are you doing?"

The noise from behind startled the cricket, and it flew away immediately.

Zheng Zhian muttered a curse under his breath, then turned around helplessly, raising his small face to look at him reproachfully, "I was catching grasshoppers."

Zong Zhenping was a little embarrassed. His father had asked him to come out and play with the little princess. He had just arrived and saw her lying on the grass, so he asked her a question.

Looking into her bright, big eyes, he asked earnestly, "You like it?"

"Ah," Zheng Zhian replied perfunctorily, then lay down on the grass, having only suddenly become interested.

After a while without hearing any sound, she looked to the side but there was no one there. Had she just been hallucinating?

Not long after, I heard, "Here you go."

She sat up and looked at the crickets in his hand. This guy had caught several in no time; it seemed he knew martial arts.

Zheng Zhian took one, then lay back down. How come everyone else knows martial arts but she doesn't!

"What's wrong?" Zong Zhenping put down the rest of the things and asked, seeing that she still didn't seem very happy.

"I want to go out and play." The child only knows how to play, and she was speechless.

In Zong Zhenping's mind, he could go out whenever he wanted in the Northern Territory, so he simply said, "Then in a couple of days, I'll take you out to play?"

The father asked him to take care of the little princess. The little princess is unhappy now, but he should be fine if he takes her out to play in a couple of days.

He often went out to play in the North, just like many other children.

Zheng Zhian instantly perked up, sat up, and looked at him with shining eyes. "Are you sure?"