Chapter 92: The Past Cannot Be Relived

When the nine-compartment hot pot with slices of mutton was served, Yuan Siyin's eyes lit up.

She said that something was missing in this freezing weather, and here it is!

Hongxiu is indeed a connoisseur of food; she prepared both mutton and hot pot, satisfying all her cravings at once.

Yuan Siyin stared at the hot pot with shining eyes, while the others observed her expression.

Ziyuan and she took off their thick gold-embroidered coats, rolled up their sleeves, and made them cheaper to eat later.

The mutton was marinated with spices beforehand, so the gamey smell wasn't strong, making it palatable even to the most discerning palate.

Yuan Siyin was about to start eating, but then she remembered that Yuan Fuqing was taking a nap, so she sent Ziyuan to deliver some food to him in a food box.

Seeing that the servants had left, Si Fangming immediately got up, took a crab, removed the shell and meat, and put it into Yuan Siyin's bowl along with the crab roe.

"so good?"

Yuan Siyin patted his shoulder, deliberately using a high-pitched voice, sounding rather spoiled, "Not bad, not bad, Xiaomingzi knows how to handle things."

"I am not a lowly eunuch in the palace."

Si Fangming smiled and pinched her cheek, his words filled with a threatening grit: "Does Miss want me to tell you something that others don't know?"

For example, when you were six years old, you climbed the wall...

Yuan Siyin quickly stuffed the crab meat into his mouth: "No, no, no, the past is too painful to recall."

Just kidding, can you just bring up things from the past?

If the innocent girl gets angrier the more she thinks about it, then all her hard work will be for nothing.

She retracted her previous statement that Si Fangming was good at handling things; he was just a useless teammate who betrayed her!

Si Fangming was fed, and he sat down calmly, raising an eyebrow at Qi Xinxin in a provocative manner.

Qi Xinxin laughed heartily, her face expressionless, but she stomped hard on his foot under the table.

"By the way, have any interesting things happened during this time? Tell me about them."

"It's one thing that I can't get out, but my aunt specifically instructed Ziyuan and the others not to disturb me, and not a single word got through."

Yuan Siyin used her chopsticks to press the paper-thin slices of mutton into the boiling soup, "For example, about that Wanqi..."

Hmm, what was her name again? Wan Qiyao's younger sister, a beautiful woman with blue eyes and long hair.

Wan Qirao?

Something seems off.

Suddenly, she heard a snapping sound as something broke. Yuan Siyin raised her eyes trembling and saw Yu Shiyan with his eyes lowered, the chopsticks in his hand broken in half.

Yu Shiyan looked up, his expression indifferent, and said softly, "It's over."

"It's okay, just replace it if it breaks."

Just then, Ziyuan returned, and Yuan Siyin quickly asked her to fetch a pair of silver chopsticks.

"Prince Wanqi of Daliang? He has already returned."

Thinking back to the previous blunder, Si Fangming couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

The prince of Liang proposed to Si Fangming in front of everyone, and the news spread that very night. As a result, every time he entered the palace, the palace maids would gossip about him behind his back.

"Where's his sister? The princess?"

"Wan Qijiao?"

"Yes, that's what I was going to ask her, but I couldn't remember."

The mutton slices lost their color after just a quick dip in the broth. Yuan Siyin put away her chopsticks, rolled them in the jade bowl of sauce, blew on them, and put them in her mouth.

"She naturally went back with them. Unless there are special reasons, envoys cannot stay in other countries for long."

Why did you suddenly ask her that?

Si Fangming got up, ladled out a bowl of hot pork rib and radish soup, and pushed it to her side.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious. I thought she would marry the Crown Prince."