A few more peaceful days passed, and Dingdang's wounds had healed!

One morning, Jiang Luoluo received a letter from her eldest brother. The letter used coded language to mention the recent situation of their parents, and also mentioned that the restaurant in Jiaozhou had officially opened.

At the end of the letter, the elder brother specifically mentioned something: he had bought a three-courtyard house for Jiang Luoluo on Jinxiu Street, and told her that if she was not comfortable living in the General's Mansion, she could go to the house on Jinxiu Street to relax at any time.

As Jiang Luoluo leisurely ate her breakfast, she carefully read the letter, a smile involuntarily appearing on her lips.

After having breakfast, the master and servant drove to Jinxiu Street. When Jiang Luoluo saw the words "Jinxiu Street," she was taken aback, a sense of familiarity rising in her heart. Wasn't this the street where Prince Yi's mansion was located?

She recalled confiding something to her elder brother. Everyone values ​​filial piety, but Su Cuirong had always harbored many grievances against her, even conspiring with Yao Shiyu to bully her.

Although Jiang Luoluo, as the younger generation, could argue her case, she couldn't really do anything to Su Cuirong. Living together in General Weiyuan's mansion, Jiang Luoluo inevitably suffered some mistreatment.

Jiang Luoluo had long considered ways to avoid living under the same roof as Su Cuirong and having to endure her acting like an elder.

After selling the Gu family's properties, she had a sum of money in hand. She originally thought that with a little more money, she could buy a house of her own in the capital and find peace and quiet.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Gan acted so quickly, not only planning everything perfectly for her, but also choosing such an excellent location.

Jiang Luoluo felt a warmth in her heart; her older brother cared about her even more than she did herself.

In fact, Jiang Luoluo did not know that the person who truly cared was not only her eldest brother Jiang Gan, but also the cold and aloof Prince Yi.

When Jiang Gan mentioned this matter to Xie Yizhi, Xie Yizhi immediately took action, personally instructing his servants to search for residences in the capital.

He inspected several places almost non-stop, and finally chose an excellent house on Jinxiu Street.

This house has an excellent location, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, convenient for daily visits while avoiding noise and disturbance.

The owner of the house left Beijing last month. The courtyard is lush with flowers and trees, and the scenery is beautiful. It is a very suitable place to live.

Xie Yizhi was still worried, so he specially found someone to repair the door and take care of the details. He also personally selected a plaque, wrote an inscription on it, and had it re-carved and hung up.

After everything was arranged, he didn't even tell Jiang Luoluo about his involvement. A few days ago, he sent Jiang Gan a letter containing the house deed and the key.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of No. 128 Jinxiu Street. Dingdang carefully helped Jiang Luoluo out of the carriage. Jiang Luoluo looked up and saw the words "Jiang Mansion" written on the plaque hanging on the vermilion gate. The calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, showing that a lot of thought had been put into it.

She took two steps forward, took out a key from her sleeve, gently inserted it into the lock, and slowly pushed the door open.

What comes into view is a quiet and elegant courtyard, with flowers and plants neatly trimmed and lush greenery.

She walked slowly along the covered walkway, then passed through the archway to the front hall.

The room was elegantly furnished, with a large carved table and wooden chairs arranged neatly, and a set of fine white porcelain tea set on the table, clearly indicating that everything had been carefully arranged.

Emerging from the front hall, one walks along a bluestone path lined with osmanthus trees on both sides. The autumn breeze carries the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, a truly delightful experience.

She paused slightly, looked up, and saw a new plaque hanging above the main hall. The three characters "Luoluo Residence" caught her eye, the calligraphy elegant and refined, perfectly complementing the atmosphere of the courtyard.

At this moment, a warm feeling welled up in Jiang Luoluo's heart; this was a place that truly belonged to her.

"Pretty sister! Pretty sister!" Xie Zhichen hopped excitedly towards Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo's eyes lit up, and she bent down to pick Xie Zhichen up in her arms, her voice light and gentle: "Zhichen, what brings you here?"

Xie Zhichen smiled, his eyes crinkling, and pointed behind him, "It's not just me, it's also Father!"

Jiang Luoluo followed his gaze and saw that tall and slender figure slowly approaching.

She rose slightly and gave a dignified bow, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Xie Yizhi nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Xie Zhichen playfully grabbed Jiang Luoluo's hand, shook it affectionately, and blinked his bright eyes, saying, "Pretty sister, I have a secret to tell you!"

Jiang Luoluo chuckled and led him into Luoluo Residence. The room was elegantly furnished, with a carved canopy bed and desk neatly arranged, and ornaments on the dressing table in an orderly fashion. The entire room was spacious, bright, and spotless.

Jiang Luoluo crouched down, approached Xie Zhichen, and whispered, "Zhichen, what's that you're whispering about?"

Xie Zhichen tiptoed close to her ear and said in a childish voice, "Pretty sister, this house was specially chosen for you by your father!"

He had sent the keys to his uncle, who lived in Jiaozhou, a few days ago, and that's how his uncle brought them over!

Jiang Luoluo paused for a moment, the words on the plaque flashing through her mind. She had thought the handwriting was familiar, but now she realized it was Xie Yizhi's.

She slowly stood up, a complex emotion appearing in her eyes, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Xie Yizhi was indeed very thoughtful; he went to such lengths to get her to help Xie Zhichen get treatment.

Yet, for some reason, a slight ripple stirred within her. There was no need for this; she already loved the child and was willing to treat him.

However, when she realized that Xie Yizhi had personally prepared all of this, her heart trembled slightly at his dedication and meticulousness.

Quietly, an indescribable feeling slowly rose up, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, stirring up ripples.

Jiang Luoluo led the group to Zuiyuelou for lunch. Xie Zhichen only ate a few bites before starting to yawn repeatedly. He rubbed his eyes drowsily, clearly feeling sleepy. Seeing this, Jiang Luoluo carried him to the large bed in the private room and let him take a nap.

Xie Zhichen was obedient. Jiang Luoluo pulled a thin blanket over him and gently covered him with it. He obediently closed his eyes. But under the blanket, his two little ears stood up high, like little mice, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Xie Zhichen was secretly pleased with his own cleverness, while silently chanting in his heart: Daddy, get to the point! Daddy, get to the point!

Outside, Xie Yizhi seemed hesitant, remaining silent for a while before finally mustering the courage to speak: "Miss Jiang, I can..."

Jiang Luoluo was completely confused. She looked up at him with her bright eyes and asked, "Your Highness, what do you want to say to me?"

Xie Yizhi lowered his head and gently put down his chopsticks. His gaze became serious as he slowly asked, "Can I... call you Luo Luo like they do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his ears turned slightly red, making him seem a little uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Luoluo blinked, then smiled brightly, "Great! Your Highness. I thought it was something serious! Why are you talking so dramatically? You almost scared me!"

Xie Yizhi coughed lightly to cover up his unease, while Xie Zhichen on the bed had already puffed up his cheeks in anger, secretly dissatisfied.

Father is so useless! He hasn't gotten to the point yet after all this time! It seems I, the young master, will have to take matters into my own hands!