Listening to her son's explanation in such a calm and logical manner, the Princess couldn't help but have an illusion - as if the person standing in front of her and talking to her was no longer a young man, but a much more mature and stable adult.

This feeling made her feel inexplicably ashamed, as if she was the one who needed to be taught and guided.

"That does make some sense. But how could Qing'an possibly compare to someone as outstanding as you? While she has some special talents, they are limited to games like pitching pots."

The Princess shook her head slightly, with a hint of helplessness and regret in her words, and she was obviously quite disappointed with this reality.

"If she can achieve perfection in the art of pitching pots, it will be sufficient to prove that her hand-eye coordination and mental foresight are excellent, and she is not completely useless."

Fu Yu still maintained a serious expression and said, "Ziteng, please go and call Qing'an and ask her to get up quickly. Li is still waiting for her, so there's no need to come in and thank her."

The Princess deliberately softened her tone, as if she didn't want this sudden call to disturb anyone, and was afraid of bringing unnecessary tension to the people around her.

"Okay, I understand."

Zi Teng nodded slightly, then turned and left the room, quickly going to carry out this important task without showing any hesitation or delay.

"Brother Huaijin, could you spare some time to teach me how to play pot toss?"

Song Yueyue looked at Fu Yu with a pair of bright and hopeful eyes, and asked with an expectant expression on her face, as if she really wanted to learn some real skills from this young man with extraordinary skills.

"I'm sorry, my mother is still waiting for me and my family to have dinner at home alone, so I have to leave now."

Fu Yu smiled and bowed slightly to the lovely girl in front of him before explaining. His words were simple but full of apology.

"Then you should go back quickly. But before you leave," the Princess gently waved to the servant beside her and instructed, "Please give Huaijin some of the exquisite snacks we just made."

This was a special gift she prepared for him out of care and friendship, expressing her recognition and love for his talent and character.

When a hint of obvious disappointment and reluctance flashed in Song Yueyue's eyes, Fu Yu had already picked up the beautifully packaged snacks and walked steadily and quickly towards the door.

Suddenly, a figure in a light blue robe came into his sight, which was like discovering a clear stream in this busy and complicated world, making him feel refreshed.

So he involuntarily quickened his pace to catch up.

"Hey, sister Qing'e!"

Fu Yu shouted loudly, his voice full of friendly smiles, trying to attract the other party's attention while also wanting to express his inner joy and greetings.

After hearing the call, Song Wanwan slowly turned around to face him, then clasped her hands together and gave him a respectful yet polite greeting: "Brother Jin."

The little girl standing in front of him had a round face that looked particularly delicate and cute, just like a steamed bun fresh out of the oven, steaming and fragrant, attracting people's attention; and her sweet and delicate voice when she spoke was as sweet and pleasant as syrup. All of this made Fu Yu feel very happy and appreciative, and deep in his heart he couldn't help but feel a desire to know more about her.

"Thank you, Brother Jin, for speaking for me."

Song Wanwan spoke again with her sweet voice, and it seemed as if even the air was filled with a sweet scent.

"You're welcome. Your pot-throwing skills are really great."

Fu Yu responded, his tone full of sincere appreciation.

He knew that being good at this game wasn't just a matter of chance.

"Actually... I was just lucky."

Song Wanwan scratched her head a little embarrassedly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, showing her humble and shy character.

Although he really wanted to tell her that her victory was definitely not just due to luck, but because she was really capable, due to some complicated considerations, Fu Yu finally swallowed the words back and chose to remain silent.

He looked around and found that there was no one else besides the maid brought by Song Wanwan. He took a cautious step forward and handed her a small and exquisite brocade bag: "This is what you dropped."

Song Wanwan showed a confused expression on her face. She took the bag in her hand and looked at it, muttering to herself: This doesn't seem to belong to me.

"Take it."

Facing her doubtful gaze, Fu Yu just spoke firmly and gently, then stuffed the small brocade bag into her hand, "I'm leaving now. I wish you all the best. Take care."

After saying that, without giving the other party any more chance to ask questions, Fu Yu quickly turned around and left the scene, leaving behind only a receding back.

Holding the small bag in her hand, although her heart was full of questions, Song Wanwan pretended to be calm and walked back.

She kept repeating in her heart: This thing is really not mine...

As she walked, she gently touched the mysterious little bag with her hand, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind -

It turns out that what is filled inside seems to be clean powder plum slice snowflake candy!

Today, at the banquet at the Duke of Anguo's Mansion, it was this precious and delicious candy that attracted the attention of many children.

Most of the children were seeing this kind of unique snack for the first time and were curious and excited.

When Fu Yu was helping his mother distribute these delicate candies, he wanted to give one to Song Wanwan's sister, but Song Yueyue, who was standing next to him, interrupted him and said, "Brother Jin, please pay attention. My sister has a toothache and is not suitable for eating such high-sugar foods."

Song Wanwan was originally looking at the snowflake candies with great anticipation, but after hearing these words, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

She slowly retracted her hand and smiled sheepishly: "I almost forgot. I have a toothache and can't eat sweets."

There was a hint of helplessness in her words, but her heart was full of resentment.

"It's okay to eat a little, just rinse your mouth immediately after eating."

Fu Yu spoke seriously, his tone gentle and considerate, making people feel his concern and understanding for Song Wanwan.

These snowflake candies are really attractive, especially in this season, they are even more precious.

The children around praised how delicious the foreign candy was. The sweet taste seemed to be revealed in their words, making everyone want to taste it.

"Sister, do you remember when you cried because of a toothache?"

Song Yueyue looked at Song Wanwan with a threatening look, as if reminding her of the suffering she had endured for craving sweets.