After Emperor Jingcheng finished reviewing the memorials, it was already lunchtime. He stretched his stiff shoulders, got up, and walked towards the little girl who was dozing off on the soft couch.

Azi sensed someone approaching, and her drowsiness vanished. She lazily wrapped her arms around the man's waist, when suddenly she remembered something terrible—oh no! Where was Brother Yimeng?!

She abruptly raised her head, interrupting the man's gentle stroking of her head. Di Jingcheng, seeing her alarmed expression, gently pinched her soft cheek: "What's wrong?"

Azi smiled sheepishly: "Where's Brother Yimeng? Did he stay at the other courtyard by himself?"

Di Jingcheng walked to the table, picked up a letter, and handed it to her. Azi looked at the crooked Chinese characters on the letter, never expecting that her brother Yimeng could write a letter in Chinese! She read it through and pouted in dissatisfaction: "Brother Yimeng actually left me and ran away!"

Di Jingcheng chuckled, sat down on the soft couch, and embraced her: "Doesn't Azi want to be with me?"

Upon hearing this, Azi quickly coaxed, "How could that be? Of course I want to be with you. I'm just angry that he left without saying goodbye. Why do all you men like to disappear like this? Humph!" As she spoke, she started to puff up her cheeks again.

Di Jingcheng comforted her, "Don't worry, Azi, I've already had people keeping an eye on his movements. He'll return safely. Besides, Azi, you should take me home to meet your parents in a month!"

Upon hearing this, Azi nodded, then suddenly took his handsome face in her hands with a serious expression and said, "That's right, I want my father and mother to take a good look at you."

Di Jingcheng gently tapped her little nose, his heart stirred, and he kissed her rosy lips. Azi wrapped her arms around his neck, and they both succumbed to the sensation. Soon, the air was filled with intimate sounds.

Zheng He'er and Zheng San, standing outside, blushed with embarrassment. After exchanging glances, they lowered their heads, their hands, which were about to knock on the door, frozen in mid-air.