The prince and the others understood what he meant.

The six people's eyes unconsciously fell on the potted flower.

Seeing that the six people looked unwell, Fang Ruotang comforted them, saying, "It's alright! I definitely won't mold you all into one person. In my opinion, it would be no different from killing the other five people, so you don't need to worry."

"Who told you we would worry about something like this?"

Huo Zhige poked Fang Ruotang's face again. Standing next to her, he couldn't help but touch her.

He was certain that the other five people hadn't thought of such a thing. Nine times out of ten, they thought the same thing as him, judging from the degree of their furrowed brows, they were all clearly dissatisfied with why such a fragile creature as a flower had to be involved.

"Alright, it's good that you're not worried. You can all go back now! Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so don't come looking for me. Just stay home and celebrate the New Year with your families! Get some rest too."

Fang Ruotang started herding people like ducks.

All six were leaving, and no one insisted on staying at the Prime Minister's residence that night.

“My family consists of just my grandfather and me. In previous years, it has always been quiet and lonely. I wonder if I could come to your residence tomorrow to pay my respects and celebrate the New Year with you?” Prince Rong suddenly spoke up.

Huo Zhige suddenly exploded, "Sixth Brother, you've gone too far!"

His wife is unpopular and definitely can't come, so he doesn't want to see Prince Rong take advantage of him.

"Sixth brother?" Prince Rong asked, puzzled.

Huo Zhige raised an eyebrow and said smugly, "You don't know yet, do you? The five of us competed..."

"Shut up!" Fang Ruotang jumped up and covered Huo Zhige's mouth.

Prince Rong's gaze became more inquisitive, and he felt that the number six indicated a birth order, which was quite important.