Jiang Luoluo returned to the house and saw that Dingdang was sleeping soundly with no signs of fever. She was relieved and took a relaxing petal bath.

She changed into soft pajamas and snuggled into the warm quilt, thinking she could finally get a good night's sleep, but she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

As soon as I closed my eyes, Xie Yizhi's cold and aloof face would appear freely in my mind, and even his deep and magnetic voice would echo again and again.

Jiang Luoluo sighed helplessly and reached for the calming sachet that usually hung by the bedside, hoping to soothe her mind with the familiar sandalwood scent.

However, when she tried to grab it, she found nothing. Jiang Luoluo was slightly taken aback, thinking that she had touched the wrong place, so she sat up and searched carefully.

But the bedside was empty; there was no trace of the sachet.

Puzzled, she quietly summoned a maid to inquire. The maid replied with her hands at her sides, "Miss, I didn't see that sachet when I was tidying up the room today."

Jiang Luoluo frowned and nodded, waving the maid away, but she felt increasingly puzzled.

The sachet was a gift from Xiao Yunwei. Sometimes she suffered from insomnia at night, and just smelling the sandalwood scent from the sachet would calm her mind and help her fall asleep quickly.

The sachet had been hanging by the bed for days, so why did it disappear today?

She was suspicious, but couldn't figure it out, so she could only sigh and lie back down on the bed.

Little did Jiang Luoluo know that the sachet she cherished as a treasure for calming her mind had accidentally slipped off while she was tidying up her cloak and rolled right into Xie Yizhi's cloak.

At this moment, the sachet lay quietly in Xie Yizhi's hand, and its sandalwood scent had already warmed the heart of that cold-faced prince.

Three days passed peacefully and steadily. Jiang Yunjiao caught a cold and stopped causing trouble. Yao Shiyu was busy preparing for the wedding and also temporarily put an end to her schemes.

Early this morning, Jiang Muyan sent someone to deliver 100,000 taels of silver notes to the Weiyuan General's Mansion.

After carefully counting the money, Jiang Luoluo neatly put the banknotes away.

Dingdang, watching from the side, was incredibly excited. Her round little face was full of admiration as she gave Jiang Luoluo a thumbs up. "Miss, you're amazing! You even managed to trick that old fox, Minister Jiang, so clearly!"

Jiang Luoluo rolled her eyes at her and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about! This is not a scam. This money is what Dingdang earned by taking a knife. You are the most amazing one."

Dingdang scratched his head sheepishly and grinned sheepishly, "No, no, it's all because Miss is so clever!"

In the past few days, Dingdang's wound has gradually healed, and it will not hurt as long as it is not pulled too much.

Seeing Dingdang gradually recover, Jiang Luoluo was in a good mood. Holding a thick stack of silver notes, she waved her hand and said cheerfully, "Dingdang, let's go shopping! We can buy whatever we see today!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she put the remaining silver notes into the wooden box and said solemnly, "These are for Dingdangdang's dowry. They'll come in handy sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, Dingdang's cheeks flushed crimson, her round face blushing like a ripe apple. "Miss, I don't want to get married! I want to stay by your side for the rest of my life!"

Looking at her simple and honest appearance, Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Alright, alright, then our Dingdang will live in Miss's courtyard for the rest of her life and never get married!"

In the past few days, Mo Feng has become a frequent visitor to the General's Mansion. The usually taciturn man has suddenly become very diligent.

One minute they'd bring over candy that Dingdang loved, the next they'd bring ointment for bruises and sprains, and once they even went to the West City Market to buy several top-quality old hens to deliver.

This caused the maids in the mansion to whisper among themselves, speculating whether the cold-faced guard had developed feelings for Dingdang.

After changing their clothes and getting ready, the master and servant slowly drove their carriage out of the General Weiyuan's mansion.

Recently, Xiao Yunwei went to Jiangnan to work. Because Jiang Gan changed the fabric supplier from Gu Jia to Xiao Yunwei, the amount of fabric involved was huge and the whole process was complicated. Xiao Yunwei had to go to Jiangnan in person to keep a close eye on every step to ensure that nothing went wrong.

After learning the news, Jiang Luoluo decided not to disturb Yunwei Clothing Shop for the time being.

Today, she and Dingdang deliberately took a detour and headed straight for the snack street in the east of the city, ready to relax.

The food street is lined with stalls on both sides, offering a wide variety of delicious foods, and the steaming aroma fills the air.

The vendors enthusiastically called out to attract customers, their cries rising and falling in a continuous stream.

The crowds were bustling, and pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder, filling the street with a lively and festive atmosphere.

Jiang Luoluo and Dingdang walked among the various snacks, their eyes dazzled by the sights.

Jiang Luoluo and Dingdang chose a bustling wonton stall and sat down. Soon after, the stall owner brought over two bowls of steaming hot wontons.

Thin, translucent wonton wrappers encase tender meat filling, floating in clear broth, sprinkled with a pinch of bright green scallions, releasing an irresistible aroma.

The master and servant couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks and start eating heartily.

After finishing the wontons in her bowl, Dingdang picked up the bowl again, took a sip of the hot soup with satisfaction, and had a contented smile on her lips.

Looking at her chubby little face, Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but smile and remind her, "Dingdang, drink less soup and save room. Today we're going to try all the snacks on this food street."

Dingdang's eyes lit up instantly, like two sparkling little stars, and she nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Miss! I love eating all kinds of delicious food!"

As she spoke, she patted her belly, looking eager to try it out.

Just as Jiang Luoluo was picking up the last wonton, she suddenly heard a sharp female voice from not far away, which was tinged with arrogance and disdain.

"Go away, go away! Where did this little beggar come from? Don't get my dress dirty!"

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a gorgeous brick-red dress standing in front of a sugar figurine stall, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes glaring angrily at a dusty little boy.

The woman identified herself as a princess, and a maidservant stood beside her, pushing the little boy hard.

With a loud thud, the little boy was pushed and fell to the ground.

The little boy didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, he stubbornly raised his head, his clear eyes fixed on the exquisitely crafted sugar figurines on the stall, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

He dusted himself off, stood up, and said in a clear and firm voice, "Two beautiful ladies, I'm not a little beggar, I just want to eat this sugar figurine."

The princess covered her nose in disgust, gently covered her mouth with her handkerchief, and glanced at him with annoyance: "Not a beggar? Do you have money to buy one? You look like a monster."

The little boy shook his head, but his gaze remained stubborn. "I have no money, but I am not a beggar."

Jiang Luoluo carefully examined the little boy. Although his clothes were covered in mud, they could not hide his fair and clean skin. His features were as delicate as a porcelain doll. However, he was a little boy with cleft lip. His upper lip was not closed like a normal person's, but was split in the middle with a small crack.