The princess was ordained by Heaven.

“I only had some snacks this morning, you must be hungry now, eat up,” Jianyang said readily, ignoring her formalities. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I just prepared some random things.”

Zheng Xun: ...

casual?

What do you mean, "whatever"? What do you mean, "whatever you want"?

Is it that she can't understand human speech, or has Jianyang lost the ability to express himself?

She said with difficulty, "Auntie, you've gone to so much trouble."

Jianyang chuckled and said, "I'm glad you don't mind."

The kitchen staff were very skilled, and Zheng Xun ate attentively but extremely quickly.

Jianyang took two bites of fish with an elegant posture, and when he looked up, he saw that Zheng Xun's plate was already empty.

Jianyang closed his eyes, then opened them again; it wasn't an illusion.

So she watched helplessly as Zheng Xun picked up food one bite at a time, his chopsticks leaving afterimages.

What's remarkable is that their movements were very elegant; although fast, they weren't rude.

Jianyang's eyes once again showed sympathy.

Poor child, how long has it been since you've had a proper meal? Is this how miserable the unfavored princess in the palace is?

Why don't she go and scold her brother next time? He only has three daughters, how can she let Xun'er suffer?

She made her decision in her heart, and when she looked at the desktop again, it was already almost half empty.

Zheng Xun ate with relish, while Jianyang watched and suddenly swallowed hard. Why did the food he was used to taste so delicious today?

She silently quickened the pace of her chopsticks eating.

If you raise pigs in Jianyang, you'll know a term called "抢槽" (qiǎng cáo), which means that when people or pigs are fighting over ordinary food, it can create a competitive atmosphere.

After this last meal, Zheng Xun remained expressionless, while Jianyang was so full he could barely walk.

What she didn't know was that Zheng Xun also admired her greatly.

The food she ate was converted into energy and used to replenish her superpowers, but Jianyang didn't have any superpowers; she ate a lot simply because she could eat a lot.

The aunt and niece, having enjoyed their meal, parted with mutual respect; one leisurely went to digest, while the other went out as usual.

……

Outside the Yiguan Study, the princess's carriage stopped, and Zheng Xun jumped down from the carriage.

The bookstore has an elegant environment. On one side, there is a small rockery, and cigarette smoke meanders down the stone path, swirling like a ribbon of water, and slowly flows to the pool.

The incense has a light bamboo scent, which is very quiet and elegant.

Zheng Xun stood in front of the small scene for a moment.

When she saw the name of the bookstore, she knew that the incense inside was Zheng Jin's doing, something mentioned in the book.

She has some reputation in literary circles, and her admirers call her the Hermit of Still Water.

Just then, a voice came from behind the counter.

"Shopkeeper, do you still have a new copy of 'The Silver Ring'?"

The shopkeeper behind the counter said apologetically, "It's sold out. We'll be printing another batch in a month. Would you like to pre-order a copy, young lady?"

"Five copies! I'm ordering five copies."

Zheng Xun looked over and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl standing in front of the counter. When she heard that reservations were available, she smiled happily.

After they left, Zheng Xun walked to the counter and said, "Shopkeeper."

Shopkeeper: ? ? ? Where did that voice come from?

Zheng Xun stood on tiptoe, and only then did the shopkeeper notice her.

"Shopkeeper, do you have the first few volumes of 'The Silver Ring' available for purchase?"

The shopkeeper smiled and nodded: "Yes, young lady."

He wanted to ask the clerk to help her find the book, but everyone else was busy, so he came out from behind the counter and said, "Please wait a moment, sir."

The shopkeeper went to find a book, and accidentally knocked one of the books off the counter to the ground. Zheng Xun heard the noise, went around behind the counter to pick it up for him, and in the process, she inadvertently glanced at the book title and was somewhat surprised.

After a careful inspection, she found a piece of paper tucked inside the book. She pulled it out to look at it, then quickly put it back in, while the book was returned to the counter intact.

The shopkeeper returned quickly, and Zheng Xun flipped through the so-called "Silver Ring Chronicles," his face growing increasingly grim as he read.

She slammed the book shut and looked at the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, can't you read?"

The shopkeeper's face stiffened. He straightened his sleeves and nervously explained, "We know each other..."

"Shopkeeper, you can't lie."

Zheng Xun smiled with narrowed eyes, looking sweet and innocent, but the shopkeeper was so frightened that he shuddered.

The shopkeeper leaned forward, pleading anxiously and fearfully in a low voice, "I'm learning, please be magnanimous and don't tell anyone."

The bookstore owner is illiterate, which is laughable. If his employer were to expose this, he would definitely be fired.

No, just being fired is better than nothing. The previous manager, for some reason, suddenly got into a fight with the owner. Later, his younger brother was led astray and became addicted to gambling. His father fell and broke his leg. He himself doesn't know what he went through, but he has become insane.

Others only thought he was unlucky, but the shopkeeper knew that the matter was related to the bookstore.

The shopkeeper was so scared his teeth were chattering. Zheng Xun frowned, flipped through the system's information, and promised, "Shopkeeper, I won't tell anyone, I'm just a little curious."

Seeing the shopkeeper breathe a sigh of relief, she pressed on, "Then how did you know which book the customer wanted?"

The shopkeeper explained in a low voice, "The book covers all have patterns, and everyone in the shop remembers the patterns and the corresponding book titles."

Zheng Xun squinted.

Sure enough, it wasn't just the shopkeeper who was illiterate; the other employees were too.

She just used the word "you all," so the shopkeeper assumed she already knew and naturally went along with what she said.

Thinking of the information she had just seen in the gossip system, she praised him and then spoke a few words to him as usual.

After observing her closely, the shopkeeper realized that she didn't seem like a bad kid who would go around spreading rumors, and he finally felt a little relieved.

Fifteen minutes later, Zheng Xun left the bookstore.

Once in the carriage, she ordered with a stern face, "Go to Ruyi Bookstore."

"Alright~" The coachman flicked his whip in a beautiful arc, nimbly and nimbly weaving through the streets.

Zheng Xun was sitting in the carriage flipping through a book when, halfway through the journey, the carriage suddenly came to a stop.

Fortunately, she had a stable stance, firmly planted herself in a horse stance, and even managed to retrieve the book that was about to fly away.

A commotion erupted outside, and the coachman, who had just been as happy as a bird, collapsed in despair, yelling, "Are you out of your mind?! If I don't rein in this horse, you're dead! Do you understand?"

In response, a man shouted: "Student Tao Heng requests an audience with Princess Jianyang. Please, Your Highness, have mercy on me."

Zheng Xun patted her ears to make sure there was nothing wrong with them, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

So……

What mercy? What mercy?

Is Jianyang just too wild, or are today's young people out of their minds?

She resignedly lifted the carriage curtain and peered out.

The young man standing in front of the carriage was in his early twenties. His hair was simply tied up with a white linen cloth, and he was wearing a faded light blue long robe that didn't even look like his own because it didn't fit him very well.

However, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, his handsome face solemn. Despite the constant whispers and pointing around him, he simply lowered his head slightly, his posture upright, like a tall poplar tree.