He didn't know whether his mother would listen to him or not.

The glances exchanged between Xia Yuemin and her son, the Eighth Prince's Consort, went unnoticed by Lin Chaozong, who was sitting in his seat, preoccupied with thoughts of His Majesty.

Just when I'm thinking, I suddenly feel a chill in my heart, a kind of eerie feeling.

Lin Chaozong suspiciously lifted the curtain on the window and asked his nephew dumbly, "The weather is nice, why does it suddenly feel so cold? Yue Min, are you cold?"

Xia Yuemin: "..."

He glanced at his mother, then at his silly-looking uncle.

"Cough, I'm not cold."

Xia Yuemin: Uncle is finished!

The carriage drove smoothly toward Zuixianlou.

Zuixianlou (Drunken Immortal Pavilion)

Qingyin, who was waiting in a private room on the second floor of Zuixianlou, stopped Li De's eagerness and poured herself a cup of hot tea.

"call."

The delicate aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Qingyin blew on it and took a small sip.

He tasted it and said: "Not bad. Although the taste is not as exquisite as that of the palace, the tea in the teahouse is quite fresh. It is freshly sun-dried by the farmers themselves, and it is quite good. It leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth."

Qingyin put down her teacup and looked out the window at the lively scenery.

Meanwhile, the person she was waiting for was also arriving.

As Qingyin listened, sure enough, not long after, she heard a familiar voice drifting in from outside the window.

"Sister, you must try the dishes at Zuixianlou. Although they can't compare to those in the palace, some of them are quite delicious."

"Slow down, sister."

"Hmm." The girl responded with a helpless "hmm," as if in response to the nagging man.

...

Qingyin smiled and gave Li De a look.

Li De opened the door knowingly.

—

The Eighth Princess stepped forward, about to tell the accountant to reserve a room, when Lin Chaozong jogged forward and said:

"Sister, here, I've reserved a private room."

Eighth Princess Consort: "..."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Lin Chaozong with an ambiguous expression.

It seems this guy has been hiding a lot from her.

Lin Chaozong, who subconsciously lowered his head under his sister's gaze, was speechless.

Feeling guilty means feeling very guilty.

Lin Chaozong gave a fawning smile.

"Sister, this way please."

"Second floor, private room number one."

Hearing the young man's words, the waiter realized that the customers had already booked rooms and had come specifically for this purpose. He smiled warmly and retreated.

Seeing Lin Chaozong's guilty look, the Eighth Princess was angry. She wanted to scold him, but she swallowed her anger when she saw his cowardly appearance.

"Alright, lead the way."

"Yes, sister."

Lin Chaozong raised his head and walked towards room number one on the second floor.

The Eighth Princess looked around at the situation on the road, and then paused when she saw the clear and obvious words on the room: "Room number one, huh? It seems the person you want to see is either very rich or very powerful."

The Eighth Princess thought to herself.

Lin Chaozong stood there, looking at his sister who wasn't moving, still somewhat puzzled. "Sister, why aren't you moving?"

The Eighth Princess's lips twitched, and just as she was about to speak, the tightly closed door inside opened.