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

Jiang Qiqi felt that today's events were too coincidental.

How come in such a large mansion of the Second Prince, with so many people coming and going, she just happened to run into these few familiar faces?

Jiang Qiqi, who had just parted ways with Lü Shuyi, saw that it was almost time and chose a path through the garden to walk back.

As the Second Prince's wife had said, the garden of the Second Prince's residence was indeed excellent.

The last time I came was in spring, when all the flowers were in full bloom, vying for attention.

Summer is almost over, but as far as the eye can see, many flowers are still blooming in the garden.

Seeing the colorful flowers and smelling their fragrance along the way, Jiang Qiqi was in a great mood.

Then they encountered the Third Prince, Chen Chengfeng, who was in a hurry.

Chen Chengfeng was originally busy searching for treasure in the garden—no, I mean, busy searching for waist tokens.

He knew that Qiqi would be back today, so he thought he would pick some flowers in the garden to make a wreath. Maybe when she saw the wreath, she would remember the happy times they spent together when they were little.

Chen Chengfeng had planned it well, but as soon as he arrived in the garden, before he had even picked any flowers, he turned around and "thud!" the prince's waist token fell into the flower bushes and disappeared.

Although his face is his pass and he doesn't need any badge, I'm afraid that if someone with malicious intent picks it up, it could cause trouble.

As Chen Chengfeng picked flowers, he searched for his waist tag and cursed under his breath. He thought it was really bad timing to lose the waist tag. The banquet had been going on for so long and he still hadn't seen Qi Qi. What if she left later?

He really didn't want to waste any more time in front of the general's mansion.

Then I saw Jiang Qiqi walking towards me.

Chen Chengfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking that the waist tag had fallen at just the right time.

"Seven seven!"

Jiang Qiqi saw Chen Chengfeng approaching with his big teeth showing, and turned to leave.

Then I noticed a few young women standing not far behind me talking.

Jiang Qiqi sighed.

Rather than choosing to escape in the beautiful garden, she fled, he chased, and she had nowhere to run.

It would be better to stick your head out and give her a quick and painless stab.

Jiang Qiqi closed her eyes and braced herself to meet him.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"Qiqi." Chen Chengfeng helped her up, his face full of hurt.

"Why are you calling me that? Didn't we agree that you would call me Brother Xiaofeng in private?"

Jiang Qiqi felt a chill run down her spine, thinking that the Third Prince wasn't entirely useless; at least he had a good memory, remembering things from when he was six or seven years old.

"Your Highness, that's not a proper way to address me," Jiang Qiqi said tactfully.

“Who says it’s not suitable? I think it’s suitable!” Chen Chengfeng said.

Ever since he learned that Qiqi was still alive, he had wanted to see her, but various matters always came up and he always missed the opportunity, and it was only today that he finally managed to meet her.

Chen Chengfeng looked around. He was in the garden of the Second Prince's residence, and he was very satisfied.

"Qiqi, we used to play in the garden a lot when we were little, do you remember?"

Jiang Qiqi: Here it comes! As expected, the older people get, the more they love to reminisce.

"This is for you." Chen Chengfeng took out a flower wreath and handed it to Jiang Qiqi. "Does seeing this remind you of the wonderful times we spent together back then?"

Jiang Qiqi: "Absolutely not."

Not only did she not have any, she also wanted to eat seaweed.

"Back then, we made flower wreaths. You made one for me, and I made one for you. Later, we even made a huge flower wreath together and gave it to your father, Lord Jiang."

As Chen Chengfeng spoke, his tone became cheerful, as if he had thought of something happy: "I was just too young to understand back then. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that such a big wreath was called a flower wreath."

"Hahaha." Jiang Qiqi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

For the first time, she felt it was a pity not to have that memory; she really wanted to see Jiang Qianzhong receive the wreath.

Shouldn't an old face be twisted into a chrysanthemum shape?

"You smiled seven times!"

Jiang Qiqi withdrew her smile.

Chen Chengfeng said happily, "You miss it too, don't you?"

Jiang Qiqi: I have no memory of it. I miss a tricolor milk dumpling.

"Qiqi." Chen Chengfeng suddenly grasped her hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Jiang Qiqi quickly pulled her hand back.

"I didn't know you were still alive before, otherwise I would definitely have gone to your house to ask for your hand in marriage. It's alright now, it's not too late, let's get back together, okay?" Chen Chengfeng didn't care and continued his confession.

"Now I understand why I only liked playing with you when I was little. That was liking, that was love, Qiqi, I..."

Jiang Qiqi made a stop gesture: "Your Highness, please have some self-respect. It would be impolite to continue."

"No, Qiqi." Chen Chengfeng pressed his advantage, taking a step closer.

Jiang Qiqi frowned and could only take a step back.

Then Chen Chengfeng moved closer, and Jiang Qiqi followed behind.

The two of them started dancing the tango on the path.

?

"Enough!" Jiang Qiqi had had enough of this endless backtracking.

"Your Highness, I hope you understand that I am now the wife of the General Who Protects the Nation, and my husband is Shen Luo. You are also engaged."

She took a deep breath, her words carrying a hint of anger.

"I will pretend I didn't hear what the Third Prince said today, and I hope Your Highness will not say it again in the future."

Jiang Qiqi didn't understand what the Third Prince was pretending to be.

From the known information, it is not difficult to piece together that Jiang Qianzhong deliberately misled the Third Prince back then, making him believe that the original owner of the body was dead, thus achieving his ulterior motives.

He sounds like he's a victim too.

But to put it another way, since this has happened, is it really that difficult for him, as a prince, to investigate the truth?

He believed the original owner of the body was dead based on only Jiang Qianzhong's side of the story.

Then I was lost in nostalgia for many years.

Jiang Qiqi really wanted to ask: What's the point of this self-indulgent reminiscence? And what did it bring to the original owner?

His longing was not even as real as a bowl of plain porridge to fill the original owner's stomach.

Jiang Qiqi had no idea what the original owner was thinking.

Now that the original owner is dead, his current actions are even more meaningless.

Moreover, Jiang Qiqi didn't believe he loved the original owner as much as he claimed.

It should be noted that Chen Chengfeng had already met her before the Emperor issued the decree of marriage.

He already knew—Jiang Qiqi was still alive.

But what happened? He still accepted the arranged marriage.

Jiang Qiqi didn't want to delve deeper into his psychology or purpose.

But she wasn't stupid; what the third prince said and did didn't match up at all.

"Farewell."

Jiang Qiqi walked past Chen Chengfeng with a cold face and left quickly.

Back at the banquet, she saw Shen Luo.

He seemed to have finished talking and was sitting quietly in his seat, his expression indifferent and unchanging.

Perhaps sensing something, Shen Luo also raised his head and looked in Jiang Qiqi's direction.

The moment their eyes met, their expressions softened.

Shen Luo curled her lips into a smile, her eyes holding a light she couldn't decipher.

He mouthed: You're back, Qiqi.