Looking at the adorable emoticon, Zhou Ji's lips gradually curved upwards, a smile spreading across his eyes and brows. The man's cold and stern features seemed to melt in the spring breeze, his eyes reflecting endless tenderness.

He carefully read the two sentences she sent, and naturally, he felt obligated to reply: 【Your Highness.】

He sent those four words, and he could roughly imagine her expression of gritted teeth on the other end of the phone. Then, the man slowly typed and sent a few more words: "It's my pleasure."

Jiang Yue looked down at the two lines he had sent, staring at the last four words. For some reason, her face felt a little hot, and she felt strange in her heart.

My face is so hot!

Why is it getting hot?

Jiang Yue took a few deep breaths and gradually returned to normal; her face was no longer hot.

Zhou Ji should not try to bewitch, corrupt, or seduce her with sweet words.

She's not that easily fooled; it's just a little sweet talk!

After receiving his reply, Jiang Yue didn't intend to pay him any more attention. Just as she was about to put down her phone, someone called her again. The person in charge of the charity had gone to great lengths to get this person's number through the platform.

The other party personally thanked Jiang Yue for her donations during this period.

Not only do they have money, but they also have a lot of educational supplementary books.

When Jiang Yue received the call, she got goosebumps listening to the other party's extremely grateful words. The princess, who especially loved being praised, felt embarrassed at this moment.

"Thank you for your donations to our project for left-behind children over the past few months."

"I thank you on their behalf."

This is an activity that Jiang Yue discovered when she first learned to use the internet and became obsessed with stealing Zhou Ji's water droplets.

Although she often says she is heartless, she couldn't help but feel compassion when she saw those pitiful photos on the page, and donated several million dollars with a wave of her hand.

Over the course of a few months, tens of millions of yuan have been donated casually.

Although it was all money earned by Zhou Ji, she originally had a share, and Zhou Ji was such a bad person, everyone said he was ruthless and vicious.

She helped donate some of it, which can be considered as doing him a good deed.

"You're welcome, you've all worked very hard."

She's not good with words; she's not good at saying nice things or sweet talk.

"The children have drawn some pictures and would like to send them to you for a look. Could you please provide an address?"

Jiang Yue thought for a moment and gave her the Zhou family's address.

It's clear that this person in charge is quite responsible.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yue leaned back, closed her eyes, covered her face, and felt a little embarrassed as she recalled the praise she had just received.

Her face was flushed; she was so shy.

She seems to gain a little sense of accomplishment every time she helps someone.

Her Highness used to often go to the city tower, but there was not much to see below the city wall. Passersby always dared not get closer to the imperial city.

She stood in the long haze of the setting sun, gazing into the distance, as if she could hear the cries of street vendors. As darkness fell, the market came alive.

She hoped the market would become more and more lively each day.

She hopes that everyone can live a peaceful and prosperous life.

Jiang Guo is neither that good nor that bad.

The people are prosperous, but the military strength is insufficient.

That's why she was so easily defeated by the barbarians of the North. Her father only knew how to beg for peace, cede territory, pay reparations, and settle things with money.

This was not a long-term solution; instead, it enriched the soldiers of the northern barbarians.

Jiang Yue came to her senses, her face, which she had been covering, was burning hot.

She squirmed on the sofa, her mind racing, unsure whether it was from happiness or something else.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Hearing the child's voice, Jiang Yue slowly removed her hand. Her face was fair with a rosy glow, and her eyes were sparkling. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

After a while, perhaps feeling that it was wrong to lie to a child, she said, "I'm just a little happy."

Looking at the handsome little boy in front of her, she suddenly remembered to ask about his studies, "Have you been attending kindergarten diligently lately?"

Zhou Zhengchu nodded very seriously: "Yes."

He said, "Mom, I get a little red flower every day."

Although Jiang Yue didn't quite understand the significance of the little red flower, she still cheered her on, saying, "You're great."

He was in the living room, still wearing the scarf his mother had just given him.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of my nose, but I couldn't bear to take it off.

Jiang Yue asked curiously, "Aren't you hot?"

The child paused, then shook his head and said, "It's not hot."

Jiang Yue thought he probably really wasn't hot; it's normal for children to feel cold, but—

She waved to him, and the little boy obediently walked forward to her.

The temperature around his mother seemed warmer, and he wanted to bury himself in her arms and never come out again.

Jiang Yue lowered her head, looking at him intently, and gently wiped the fine sweat from the tip of his nose with a tissue. "All done."

The boy clenched his fists to control his excitement.

Jiang Yue continued, "Maybe the air conditioner at home was set too high, my face felt hot just now too."

A constant-temperature air conditioner will naturally prevent people from feeling hot.

However, no matter what his mother said, little Zhou Zhengchu would only nod blindly, believing that everything his mother said was right.

He was also a very supportive child: "Mom, no wonder your face was so red just now."

Jiang Yue seemed to have found a kindred spirit, and patted his head: "See, I was right, it's all because of the air conditioner. It ruined me and then you."

The little boy nodded naturally, repeating like a broken record – "Yes, yes, that's right, that's right."

When Zhou Ji returned in the evening, Jiang Yue and the child were sitting on the carpet, playing Ludo seriously. Jiang Yue could never roll a six, so the pieces could not move and were almost stationary.

Zhou Zhengchu, on the other hand, was accurate every time he threw a shot. Even the little boy knew to let his mother win, deliberately taking the wrong route. He even knew to let his mother win when playing a game.

Jiang Yue reached the finish line with difficulty, and she smiled: "I won!"

The child looked obedient and said, "Mmm-hmm! Mommy is so amazing."

Zhou Ji took off his coat and casually draped it over the hanger. He walked over and asked, "Having fun?"

It seemed very cold outside; as he walked over, he appeared to be enveloped in the chill of frost and snow.

Jiang Yue was wearing a sweater, her long hair falling to her knees. She looked up at him, the soft light shining on her face making her look fair and clean.

Looking at her so quiet, Zhou Ji felt as if a heavy stone had been thrown into his calm heart, causing quite a splash.

Her eyes seemed to be looking at him, but upon closer inspection, it was as if she didn't see him at all.