When the dishes were served, Lanqin beamed with joy. Although she had a dedicated chef serving her every day at the Fourth Prince's residence, even Niu Baoquan's dishes couldn't compare to the best restaurants outside. They were just as unique and delicious.

"Master, please eat this! Is it made with cuttlefish? It's incredibly delicious!" Lanqin ate with great relish, finally free from being waited on by anyone. She couldn't resist picking a few pieces of what she considered to be the most delicious food from the Fourth Master's bowl. Seeing the Fourth Master's leisurely manner, seemingly uninterested in the food before him, she realized that he wasn't actually hungry; the bite-sized rice dumplings she had made herself were quite filling.

Seeing the little princess's desperate look and the red food on the table, Fourth Master couldn't help but advise, "You should eat less. These dishes all have chili peppers in them. Be careful not to get a sore throat." But the foodie Lanqin wouldn't listen. She hadn't had Sichuan food in a long time.

Indeed, the essence of Sichuan cuisine has a long history, with its spicy and numbing flavor dating back to the Qing Dynasty. Lanqin was deeply moved to taste this 21st-century flavor.

Although she was living a life of comfort and pleasure in the original body she had transmigrated into, she still missed her mother a little.

"Don't worry, sir, I can handle spicy food. This is just an appetizer." Although Lanqin said this, her "iron stomach" was already starting to resist.

My stomach started to feel hot and burning, and I even felt a slight pain.

Damn, this Niu Gulu Lanqin is too delicate. She only ate a few bites of Sichuan food, and her stomach can't handle it! Lanqin blamed herself, knowing that Lin Mengyao's stomach was definitely an "iron stomach".

"Master, my stomach feels a little burning." Lanqin looked at Fourth Master with embarrassment, like a child who had done something wrong by not listening to the adults' advice, carefully admitting her mistake while secretly glancing at the adults' expressions.

The Fourth Master suppressed a laugh and personally poured Lanqin a cup of tea, placed it in front of her, and said gently, "I told you not to eat so fast, have some water."

Lanqin obeyed this time, took the cup obediently, and drank several large mouthfuls of water.

"My lord, I might... I might need to relieve myself." Lanqin suddenly felt a discomfort in her abdomen, and since she hadn't brought any servants with her, she could only blush and honestly tell the Fourth Master.

Hey, Niu Gulu Lanqin, your stomach is so damn weak! It's a complete disservice to my foodie nature! This Zui Bai Lou can't compare to the chefs at the Prince's Mansion. I eat to my heart's content at the Manor, and I've never had an upset stomach.

Upon hearing this, Fourth Master was taken aback, feeling a bit strange, as no woman had ever said such a thing to him before.

In fact, in the upbringing of ladies from respectable families, it is natural not for noble ladies to say such things to their husbands. They believe that excretion is always a very unclean thing, and they must always maintain a delicate, gentle, skillful, and beautiful perfect image in front of their husbands.

Seeing that the Fourth Master was in a daze, Lanqin knew that he was at a loss for words, so she hurriedly said, "Please allow me to go out for a while, I will be right back."

Fourth Master suppressed the urge to laugh, got up, walked to the door, and opened it. Sure enough, a servant was standing outside. Lanqin's face immediately fell in embarrassment!

Damn, did he hear every single word of what I just said?

"Go and get your manager!" Fourth Master said to the servant as gently as possible, but even this simple sentence conveyed an unquestionable authority and imposing presence.

Fourth Master certainly couldn't let Lanqin really go out to find a solution on her own. You see, on such a dark and moonless night, a woman shouldn't show her face in public. If she were to encounter local thugs or treacherous bandits, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The shopkeeper, thinking there might be something wrong with the food, rushed over in a hurry. When he saw Fourth Master personally pouring tea for Lanqin, he was taken aback for a moment, but then immediately put on an extremely respectful expression.

When Fourth Master saw the innkeeper arrive, he didn't speak to Lanqin in front of her. Instead, he stood up and walked with the innkeeper to the door of the private room before subtly revealing the reason for calling him there.

Sigh, that's how troublesome people were in ancient times, or rather, that's how troublesome women were! Even asking for directions to the toilet required such secrecy. Lanqin clutched her stomach, enduring the unbearable pain, but she had no choice but to bear it.

Upon hearing the Fourth Master's meaning, the shopkeeper immediately felt relieved and hurriedly sent a servant to fetch his wife to help Lanqin relieve herself.

When our Comrade Lanqin finally went to relieve herself in the innkeeper's small room on the top floor of the restaurant, she was extremely frustrated. She'd finally been invited out for a nice meal by Fourth Master, and now she had to suffer such an embarrassing situation!

Meanwhile, the Fourth Master wasn't very hungry. Seeing that Lanqin's stomach was upset from eating, he said to the servant standing by with his hands at his sides, "Take all of these away and bring up some light snacks instead."

The servant obeyed and left. The manager had instructed that the guests in this room must be served with utmost respect, and any requests made should be fulfilled.

Seeing the servant leave, Fourth Master got up and walked to the spot where Lanqin had been standing. He opened the wooden window and looked down at the bustling hall.

No wonder the little princess liked to stand here and look down at the diners; it was quite interesting.

"Fourth Brother!" A spirited shout suddenly rang out clearly in the Fourth Master's ears amidst the hustle and bustle.

He searched the hall following the sound, but couldn't find a single familiar face.

"Fourth Brother, I'm here!" When the voice rang out again, Fourth Master had already recognized the owner of the voice.

He looked up and scanned the surroundings, finally spotting the face of the Thirteenth Prince, Yinxiang, through a window that was open, just like his own.

The thirteenth prince, Yinxiang, was born to Consort Min, of the Zhangjia clan. This title of "Consort Min" was posthumously bestowed upon her by Emperor Kangxi; she was not a consort during her lifetime. Consort Min came from a humble background and was not particularly outstanding in Kangxi's harem, but her son, the thirteenth prince Yinxiang, was a remarkably talented prince, excelling in both literature and martial arts, and was greatly favored by Kangxi from a young age. Unfortunately, Consort Min passed away when Yinxiang was thirteen. Kangxi then assigned him to Consort De to raise, thus establishing a close relationship with the fourth prince.

Yinxiang is only seventeen years old this year and has already married his wife, the daughter of the Crown Prince's tutor, Marhan. He still lives in the Princes' Residence and has not yet built his own residence outside the palace. However, he will turn eighteen next year, and Kangxi has entrusted the construction of his residence to the Imperial Household Department.

Among his brothers, the Fourth Prince was closest to the Thirteenth Prince. Although they were not born of the same mother, they were born of the same mother, the Fourteenth Prince.

"Fourth Brother, shall I go over?" Yinxiang was handsome and easygoing, so the Fourth Prince wasn't surprised at all that he was there. So, he nodded to the Thirteenth Prince opposite him.