She was already five years old, but she still kept it. He thought... thought she would discard it after marrying into the general's mansion.

'Ah Ci, do you really not want to be the consort of your father-in-law?'

'Aci, do you like 㰴䭹㹏?'

"There will be someone more suitable than me."

"I won't let you be my daughter's consort in the future, Ah Ci, goodbye."

Ah Ci covered his stuffy chest and his eyelashes trembled.

Xuan Zhaoran took the pendant handed to him by Jing'er, rubbed it twice out of habit, and couldn't help asking, "Why hasn't Brother Xuanwang come over yet?"

Ah Ci lowered his eyes, and the little girl's soft and tender voice rang in his ears again, "Brother Crown Prince is the most important in my heart."

Jing'er swallowed his saliva and said, "Xiaoxiao, I heard that His Majesty was angry and left the General's Mansion with Empress Xuan in his arms with a very ugly face."

Xuan Zhaoran frowned, "Why? Aren't they looking after the child? Why is Brother Xuan Wang angry?"

"I heard from the imperial physician that it seems that it was because your majesty said that the little princess had a wrinkled face, and the Queen Mother Xuan said that all children were like that, so your majesty said that the prince was clean when he was born, so he must have inherited it from him."

Jing'er thought for a while and said, "Empress Xuan said that her niece takes after her uncle, and that the little princess is like this because she takes after Your Majesty. Maybe His Majesty is angry because of this."

Xuan Zhaoran pursed his lips, "Ah Xian, Brother Xuan Wang dislikes our child."

"No, how could that be? There must be a misunderstanding." Jiang Xian coaxed in a low voice, "Don't cry. Tomorrow your husband will go to His Majesty to settle the score."

Xuan Zhaoran sniffed, "You dare."

Jiang Xian gritted his teeth and uttered a trembling, "Dare."

Xuan Zhaoran burst out laughing and wanted to touch the man's face. Then he realized that he was still holding the pendant in his hand and remembered the existence of A Ci.

"Aci." Xuan Zhaoran's eyes fell on Aci and he curled his lips into a smile.

"Five...five." A Ci raised his red eyes, looked at her, and curled the corners of his mouth.

She is living a good, happy and good life.

Very good...

"I was ignorant and took your pendant without permission. Now I'm returning it to you." Xuan Zhaoran nodded at A Ci apologetically.

Ah Ci stood up, took the pendant from Xuan Zhaoran, and said in a choked voice, "I'm sorry, it's because of me that you... would..."

"I don't blame you." Xuan Zhaoran smiled and shook his head.

Ah Ci moved his lips.

Xuan Zhaoran said softly, "Aci, you must be happy in the future too."

"Okay." Ah Ci nodded with a smile.

"It's getting late. I'll ask someone to take you back." Jiang Xian started to drive people away.

"No need." Ah Ci looked at Xuan Zhaoran deeply and said in a hoarse voice, "I can go back by myself."

"Yeah, that's fine." Jiang Xian didn't force it.

Ah Ci bent down, put his hand on his heart, and smiled softly, "Your Highness, Ah Ci will take his leave."

"Yeah." Xuan Zhaoran waved at him and said with a soft smile, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." A Ci turned around and slowly left the bedroom.

The night wind was chilly and cool. Ah Ci, standing outside the palace, could vaguely hear Jiang Xian coaxing Xuan Zhaoran to drink the bowl of porridge again, but Xuan Zhaoran refused coquettishly.

Jiang Xian seemed helpless, his deep voice was full of helplessness.

A Ci looked up at the sky, then slowly walked out of the general's mansion step by step. The door was closed. A Ci stood on the long street in confusion, tightly holding the pendant in his hand.

He did not tie the pendant around his waist anymore, but hung it around his neck, with the pendant hanging just above his heart.