As Jing Zhe came downstairs, he was once again met with the collective admiring gazes of the servants in Wuxian Garden.

Of course, the admiration didn't stem from last night's poetry gathering, but rather from their knowledge that Jing Zhe and their garden owner, Wang Yingqiu, seemed to have a relationship that went beyond friendship.

The female disciple who had gone into the room to deliver food to Wang Yingqiu found this very strange, because after she came out, she clearly only told one person what had happened in the room—and repeatedly told her that she had only told her this and that she should never tell a third person.

Why do we all seem to know now, judging from the way everyone is doing it?

What she didn't know was that the person said the same thing to another person, and that person said the same thing to yet another person...

It was just a pity for Hanhan. Jing Zhe enjoyed himself upstairs for half a day, but the more happy he was, the more bored Hanhan became.

After leaving Wuxian Garden, Hanhan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A gentleman like me is really not suited to come to a place like this!

"Young Master, weren't we supposed to go to the East Palace today?"

Go!

Jing Zhe nodded, feeling relaxed.

Hanhan looked up at the gradually darkening sky and asked, "Shall we just go straight there?"

"No, let's go back to the Zhang family first and change our clothes!"

"Change clothes?"

Hanhan looked Jingzhe up and down and thought that the clothes she had just changed into that morning were very new. He really didn't understand why she needed to change them. She wasn't some young lady.

Jing Zhe rolled her eyes at him, thinking to herself, "What do you know?"

Anyone would feel uncomfortable with that sticky stuff in their crotch, even if it dries out. Wouldn't you want to change it and wait until the New Year?

In fact, Jing Zhe's decision to return to the Zhang family was the right one.

When they returned, they found a very impressive carriage parked outside the Zhang family's gate. Upon inquiring, they learned that the Crown Prince had sent someone to pick them up.

Come to think of it, the grand Eastern Palace is hosting a banquet for guests, so sending a special car is standard practice. Besides, without someone to guide them, they probably wouldn't be able to get into the Eastern Palace.

Jing Zhechao grinned sheepishly, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"See that? This is what you call prestige!"

When Jing Zhe mentioned "card face" last time, Hanhan was stuck in traffic on the street and enjoyed the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon by himself. When he heard it again, he looked thoughtfully at the carriage and then at the sparse street.

He nodded, looking serious: "Yeah, this time the cards shouldn't cause any traffic jams."

"..."

Jing Zhe remained silent for a moment before speaking politely.

"roll!"

"..."

Upon seeing Jing Zhe return, a man who had come with the carriage hurriedly came forward to greet him.

"Your Highness mentioned Young Master Jing today, describing him as gentle and refined, with unparalleled literary talent. Now that I have met him, I can confirm that he was right! I also have a great fondness for poetry, but my knowledge is not extensive. I hope to get to know Young Master Jing better in the future, and I hope he will not find it offensive!"

Speaking is an art. Some people make you want to punch them as soon as they open their mouths, while others make you feel like you're basking in a spring breeze and completely comfortable.

The man in front of me was just like that; he was around thirty years old, with a warm face and a smile on his face. In just a few words, he seemed quite shrewd, but he didn't make people dislike him.

Jing Zhe smiled and nodded after hearing this, "Of course, of course!"

He assumed the man, who had come with the coachman, was at most a palace guard, so he didn't pay him any mind and patted him on the shoulder three times in quick succession: "But I really admire your taste!"

Appreciate my taste…

Isn't that just a disguised way of praising himself?

The man chuckled slightly, but still said, "Young Master Jing is indeed a remarkable person. I admire him!"

When Jing Zhe patted the man's shoulder, Zhang Xuexian raised an eyebrow, pulled him aside, and whispered, "This is Feng Lianru, a guest of the Crown Prince!"

Crown Prince's Guest...

Jing Zhe had heard of this official position. Although it did not actually hold any specific authority in the officialdom, because the Crown Prince's Guest was the Crown Prince's bodyguard, he was involved in many of the Crown Prince's decisions and could be considered the Crown Prince's think tank.

If the Crown Prince were to ascend the throne in the future, the Crown Prince's guests would be able to transform from ordinary officials to powerful ministers such as the Prime Minister or Grand Chancellor. Therefore, even powerful ministers who could freely enter and leave the court would have to treat him with utmost respect.

But Jing Zhe casually slapped him three times.

That's really something.

If you don't know, then so be it.

Now that he knew the man's identity, Jing Zhe became a little awkward: "Hehe, so it's Lord Feng! I've heard of Lord Feng's great name before and admire him greatly. I never thought I would be able to meet him today. It's truly an honor!"

"Oh? Is that so? What have you heard of me, Young Master Jing?"

Jing Zhe was taken aback: "Let's talk about going to the East Palace instead..."

"..."

The sudden change in attitude nearly gave Feng Lianru a back injury.

Zhang Xuexian, who was standing next to him, also covered his face: When it comes to being thick-skinned, if Young Master Jing says he's second, no one dares to say they're first!

After exchanging some pleasantries, seeing that it was getting darker, Feng Lianru said, "Young Master Jing, it's getting late. His Highness the Crown Prince and the Prince of Jin's heir must be getting impatient waiting at the Eastern Palace. Shall we set off?"

"Um."

Jing Zhe nodded, then, as if he had thought of something, pulled Hanhan into the yard.

"Young Master Jing, what's going on?"

Feng Lianru was completely puzzled.

"I…"

Jing Zhe thought about it for a while, but never said "change your pants". Imagine if he changed his pants to meet two grown men, and people misunderstood, his reputation would be ruined!

"I'm going to the backyard to get a few jars of strong liquor!"

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