General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

The final result was obvious: Chen Chengfeng won.

No matter how much they cheered him on, the fat prince couldn't run anymore after three or four laps, and finally just sat on the ground and gave up, waiting for the race to end.

"Alright, you lost." Chen Chengfeng stood tall and proud in front of them, as arrogant as a rooster.

"Quickly apologize to Sister Qiqi."

The fat prince glared at him and struggled to his feet.

He muttered, "I was just planning to apologize anyway, it's so ridiculous that they had to have this competition."

He walked up to Jiang Qiqi and scratched the back of his head.

"Sister Qiqi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"What do you mean, 'Seven Seventh Sister'!" Chen Chengfeng exclaimed, "Is that what you should be calling her? That's a name I came up with, you need to change it!"

The chubby young master also liked this pretty little sister: "No, why should I change to someone else? I also want to call Qiqi little sister that."

"You, you, you! No way! Let's have another match. Whoever wins can call me Sister Qiqi!" Chen Chengfeng was determined to defend his title.

"Hmph, fine, let's have a competition then. But it's agreed that we can't have a running race this time."

"Pfft." Jiang Qiqi was amused by them.

She has been living in the inner courtyard for years, and the only child she usually interacts with is her younger sister named Jiang Yunruan, who always bullies her.

She originally thought these people would bully her when she came out, but she didn't expect them to be so cute, and they all seemed to like her.

"Stop comparing, call us whatever you want."

Xiao Jiang Qiqi smiled gently and softly.

The chubby young master grinned at Chen Chengfeng and said, "Did you hear that? Sister Qiqi said she can call me whatever she wants. I'm going to call her Sister Qiqi, hehehe."

"You!" Chen Chengfeng was unhappy, but since the other person had already said that, he couldn't say anything more.

"Okay, if you call me Sister Qiqi, then I won't call you that anymore. My name is Qiqi."

Chen Chengfeng was very satisfied; he had come up with this new title himself.

In his opinion, calling her Qiqi was more intimate than calling her Qiqi younger sister.

After the banquet, the parents came to pick up their children.

The children had played together all night, and now it was time to go home; none of them wanted to say goodbye.

“Let’s play together again next time, Qiqi. You can call me Brother Xiaofeng.”

"Okay," Jiang Qiqi replied sweetly.

Chen Chengfeng grinned, revealing his teeth, which hadn't fully grown in yet.

Goodbye, Qiqi.

"Goodbye, Brother Xiaofeng."

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Jiang Qiqi and Chen Chengfeng met for the second time more than a month later.

When the Grand Tutor's daughter, the current Empress's younger sister, got married, the Grand Tutor's mansion held a grand banquet. At that time, Jiang Qianzhong was just a minor official of the fifth rank. He managed to get a low-ranking seat by shamelessly pestering others.

"Master, I'll go with you."

Jiang Qianzhong was about to leave with bags of congratulatory gifts when Jiang Chenshi walked over and said...

At that time, Jiang Chenshi had just given birth. Jiang Qianzhong looked at her bloated and out-of-shape figure and her sallow and dull face. Even though she was wearing luxurious clothes and applying expensive skin care products, it was still difficult to hide her condition.

He waved his hand with a displeased expression.

"This is a banquet hosted by the Grand Tutor. Do you think it's just your wives getting together to chat? Go away and don't join in the fun."

He turned to leave, but after taking a few steps he seemed to remember something and gave instructions to the people around him.

"Go to the back room and bring Jiang Qiqi with you."

Jiang Qianzhong was very pleased to hear that Jiang Qiqi had a great time playing with the young prince last time.

The young prince will probably come this time too, and bringing Jiang Qiqi along will be beneficial.

He didn't see that after they left, Jiang Chenshi had twisted the handkerchief in her hand until it was deformed.

It would have been fine if he hadn't taken her, but he insisted on bringing that little bitch along. Even their precious daughter had never received such treatment.

"Little bitch!!"

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When Jiang Qiqi and her group arrived at the venue, there were already quite a few people there.

The chubby young prince was surrounded by everyone in the center, receiving flattery from officials of all ranks.

"Oh dear, the young prince has such a blessed appearance at such a young age. He will surely be a lucky person and a dragon among men in the future."

"What are you saying? Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes. The Marquis is a dragon and a phoenix, and the son of the young will surely surpass the master. He will be even stronger than the dragon and the phoenix."

......

Those people were praising him, saying he was practically the reincarnation of the chubby little boy.

The young prince was already getting impatient when he noticed a child about his age walking over out of the corner of his eye.

Who else could it be but his seventh sister!

The chubby young prince immediately abandoned everyone and ran towards her: "Seven Seven Sister, you're here! Come on, let's go play together!"

He took Jiang Qiqi's hand and was about to leave.

"Brother Prince, wait a moment," Jiang Qiqi said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" the young prince asked.

"I need to ask my father."

Only then did the young prince notice that there was a man standing behind his seventh sister.

When the young prince walked over, everyone's attention was naturally drawn to him.

Jiang Qianzhong felt very proud to see how successful his daughter was.

Seeing the young prince's gaze fall upon him, Jiang Qianzhong quickly introduced himself.

This is a great opportunity to make a good impression on the Crown Prince.

He slightly bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Highness. I am Jiang Qianzhong, and I am..."

"Go away, I don't care who you are. Seven Seven wants to come play with me, just say the word, okay?"

The chubby young master had long since lost interest in staying here, and asked directly.

Jiang Qianzhong was taken aback, but he would never say no: "Of course, Your Highness, please do as you please."

"Great! Let's go!"

The young prince became happy, and his eyes, which were originally squinted into slits due to his chubby appearance, widened considerably. He immediately pulled Xiao Jiang Qiqi away.

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Chen Chengfeng came with his mother this time, so he naturally didn't hide his identity.

He stood beside the Empress, dressed in a light yellow prince's formal robe, his face solemn.

Although he was only five years old, he acted and looked like a little adult, except that his eyes were darting around restlessly, as if he was looking for something.

More than a month has passed since he last left the palace, and since returning, he has found the palace increasingly boring.

Those people only respected him; no one wanted to compete with him, and no one sweetly called him Brother Xiaofeng.

"Hey, Xiaofeng, we're here!"

Chen Chengfeng had finally escaped the adult world and was about to take a stroll around the mansion with a group of palace maids and eunuchs when he heard the young prince's voice as soon as he arrived at the back garden.

The flowerbed was parted, and he saw the fat prince and Jiang Qiqi already picking flowers.

The two of them ran up to him, each holding a bouquet of flowers.

One was too fat and the other too thin; even though it was only a few steps, they were both panting heavily.