Jiang Luoluo asked gently, "What's your name? How old are you? Can you tell me?"

The little boy raised his smiling face and looked at Jiang Luoluo, saying, "Pretty sister, my name is Zhichen, and I'm four and a half years old!"

Jiang Luoluo gently took Zhichen's little hand, handed him the water pouch, and said softly, "Zhichen is such a good boy. Remember to drink plenty of water after you've eaten candy today!"

Zhi Chen obediently took the water pouch, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and suddenly his expression became somewhat melancholy, a touch of loneliness appearing on his little face.

He pursed his lips and said softly, "Pretty lady, can you do me a favor?"

Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but chuckle at his mature demeanor: "Zhichen, tell your sister what's wrong first, and I'll see if I can help you."

Zhi Chen raised his big, bright eyes and said earnestly, "Sister is so beautiful, Father will definitely listen to her!" As he spoke, he carefully tightened the water pouch and handed it back to Jiang Luoluo.

Then, he lowered his head, his tone tinged with sadness and grievance: "Actually, I ran away from home secretly this time. I want to ask my sister to help me tell my father that I have been studying diligently every day the books taught by my teacher, as well as the archery and military strategy taught by my father."

But I really don't want to be locked up in the house every day. I want to be like other children, able to go out to buy sugar figurines, watch performances, and play in the outside world.

Hearing Zhi Chen's words, Jiang Luoluo looked at his small face full of grievances and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

She sighed inwardly, thinking that even children in ancient times were so timid; the parents' expectations for their children were far too high.

Suddenly, she recalled her experience as a surgeon.

At that time, she treated a 13-year-old boy whose parents had excessively high expectations of him and arranged an overly intensive study schedule for him.

In addition to schoolwork, the child also had to attend English tutoring classes, horseback riding lessons, and violin lessons. Ultimately, unable to bear the pressure, the child jumped from the second floor of the school.

Although she was lucky enough to be saved, that scene remained vivid in her memory.

Jiang Luoluo pondered for a moment, then looked up at Zhichen and said solemnly, "Zhichen, your father and I don't know each other, but I can try to help you, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Zhi Chen immediately jumped up with joy, hugged Jiang Luoluo tightly with his little arms, and cheered, "Thank you, beautiful sister! Zhi Chen likes you so much!"

Jiang Luoluo gently patted his chubby little head, a smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "Zhichen, don't be so polite. But you have to promise your sister that if you're ever unhappy, you must tell an adult, and don't sneak out again, otherwise your family will worry, okay?"

“Okay!” Zhi Chen nodded vigorously, his face serious. Looking into his trusting eyes, Jiang Luoluo felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

The carriage rumbled along, rolling over the cobblestone streets, and soon slowly entered Jinxiu Street.

Jiang Luoluo lifted the carriage curtain. The street was bustling with noise and excitement, but her gaze was instantly drawn to a familiar figure in black.

The man rode a tall horse, his figure upright like a pine tree, his face solemn and dignified, as if isolated from the surrounding noise.

Jiang Luoluo's heart skipped a beat, and almost subconsciously she raised her hand and waved, calling out loudly, "Your Highness!"

Just as Xie Yizhi was about to spur his horse and ride away, he suddenly heard a clear call that came from the bustling crowd and went straight into his ears.

He paused slightly, his hand on the reins faltered, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Zhi Chen couldn't help but peek her little head out from behind the curtain. Her round eyes widened instantly when she saw that familiar face, and then she hurriedly shrank back inside.

Xie Yizhi saw all of this clearly, and a hint of hidden anger flashed in his eyes.

He gently spurred his horse, rode it to the carriage, looked down at Jiang Luoluo, his face still cold.

"Miss Jiang." He spoke in a flat tone, polite yet distant.

Jiang Luoluo looked up and met his gaze. Before she could respond, she heard him shout coldly, his voice filled with suppressed anger, "Xie Zhichen, you've got some nerve!"

Zhi Chen huddled in the carriage, and trembled when he heard his father's voice, clutching Jiang Luoluo's clothes tightly with both hands.

Jiang Luoluo was slightly taken aback, her gaze shifting back and forth between Xie Yizhi and Xie Zhichen, and the more she looked, the more she felt that the two had some similarities in their eyes and brows.

Xie Yizhi quickly composed himself, a fleeting emotion passing through his eyes, and his tone softened: "Miss Jiang, please come to my humble abode for a chat."

Jiang Luoluo was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Upon learning that Xie Zhichen was Xie Yizhi's child, she was overwhelmed with complex emotions.

She couldn't help but think of Xie Yizhi's rumored "white moonlight" princess, who was also the mother of this child.

She lowered her eyes to hide the strangeness in them, and softly replied, "Okay," but seemed somewhat absent-minded.

She stumbled off the carriage, her steps uneven, barely noticing the steps beneath her feet.

Dingdang quickly steadied her from behind and whispered, "Miss, be careful."

Jiang Luoluo nodded and was about to take a step when Xie Zhichen suddenly ran up and grabbed her hand.

However, before he could say anything, Xie Yizhi grabbed him and handed him to Mo Yang expressionlessly: "Take him back to the courtyard."

Xie Zhichen pouted and reluctantly let Mo Yang lead him away, but before leaving, he turned back reluctantly, his big, dark eyes looking pitifully at Jiang Luoluo, "Pretty sister, remember what you promised me!"

Jiang Luoluo was brought back to her senses by his soft, sweet voice. She forced a bright smile and said, "Okay, I won't forget!"

Xie Zhichen nodded in satisfaction and obediently followed Mo Yang away.

The group entered Prince Yi's residence, and Xie Yizhi instructed his servants to serve them hot tea and snacks.

The room was filled with the fragrance of incense. Jiang Luoluo sat on a chair covered with a brocade cushion, holding a teacup in her hand, but seemed a little lost in thought.

That soft and adorable child just now was clearly Xie Yizhi's son, the offspring of the legendary, fairy-like, white moonlight princess.

Jiang Luoluo looked disgusted. She was very timid, and Xie Yizhi thought she was frightened by his actions just now.

He frowned slightly, straightened his sleeves, coughed lightly, and deliberately softened his tone, saying, "I am very grateful to Miss Jiang for helping me bring that unruly boy back today."

Jiang Luoluo lowered her eyes, her slender fingers gripping the teacup tightly, as if to conceal the turmoil in her heart.

She took a sip of tea, looked up and replied calmly, "It was nothing, Your Highness need not worry about it."

For some reason, Xie Yizhi felt a strange tension rise in his heart when he saw Jiang Luoluo's indifferent expression.

He paused for a moment, momentarily forgetting how to respond.