Xiao Yu looked at her excited expression and shook his head helplessly. Ever since marrying Shen Weiwan, the Prince's Mansion had become the source of ridicule in the capital. First, she tricked his aunt with grains, then his son filled his tea bowl with sand, and now even the Queen Mother had joined the "tricking" army. But watching his wife and children laugh and playfully, his heart warmed as if he were holding a piece of beeswax.

"By the way, Your Highness," Shen Weiwan seemed to remember something and took out a small blue cloth bag from her sleeve pocket, "Here you go."

Xiao Yu opened it and saw a sachet embroidered with a crooked tiger head. Inside was dried itchy grass with a few chili seeds mixed in between the leaves. "This is..."

"To prevent the remnants of the Liu family," Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow and poked his chest with her fingertips, "I know you disdain playing with those fancy toys, so I'll give you something practical - if someone sneaks into the house like Liu Qingqing did, just stuff it into his collar and it will definitely work."

Xiao Yu pinched the sachet, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "So in your eyes, my husband is only good at protecting himself from traps?"

"What else?" Shen Weiwan tilted her head to look at him, her eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows under her eyes, "Could it be that the Seventh Prince wants to fake a cup-throwing trick to extort money?"

Before he could finish his words, Kengkeng raised the golden chamber pot and shouted, "Dad! Throw it down!"

Xiao Yu looked at his son's expectant eyes, then at Shen Weiwan's mischievous smile, and finally couldn't help laughing. He took the golden chamber pot and pretended to throw it, which scared the hell out of him, so much so that He Shen screamed and rushed over to hug his thighs. Shen Weiwan was laughing so hard beside him that she fell backwards. The laughter in the warm room startled the swallows on the beams and flew up.

At that moment, in the toy shop on West Street, the shopkeeper sighed over Shen Weiwan's new order. The ink on the parchment was still wet: "Custom-made prank kite, requirements as follows: frame made of southern bamboo, mask painted with a portrait of Li Xiu's limp, built-in water spray mechanism on the spool, itchy powder to be sprinkled once the kite is airborne, and thirty-six bells attached to the tail..." The shopkeeper rubbed his temple and looked at the man splitting bamboo in the backyard. "Tell the madam to say the material is rare and ask her to add ten taels of silver... no, twenty!"

Shen Weiwan was naturally unaware of the toy shop's predicament. At this moment, she was teaching Kengkeng how to "pour tea" for Xiao Yu using a golden chamber pot. Xiao Yu pretended to sip, but suddenly coughed exaggeratedly: "Why does this 'wealth tea' smell so much like money?"

"Stupid!" Shen Weiwan knocked his forehead, "This is called 'wealth and honor', do you understand? It's a blessing that your mother specially gave to your son!"

Kengkeng nodded, and his chubby hands clapped the golden chamber pot: "Grandma said that wealth is like a golden chamber pot!"

Xiao Yu completely lost his temper and hugged the golden chamber pot, looking aggrieved: "Wife, tell me the truth, do you love me or the baby?"

Shen Weiwan leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe: "Of course I love you—" She paused, blinked cunningly, "Otherwise why would I prepare the itchy grass sachet for you? But... " She stretched out her tone, "Kengkeng crawled out of my wife's belly, and you were picked up from the cold palace. Can it be the same?"

"Good job, Shen Weiwan!" Xiao Yu pretended to tickle her, but was hugged by the thigh by the pitiful pit. The three of them laughed together, and the aroma of roasted chestnuts mixed with laughter drifted out of the window, startling the golden fallen leaves on the ground and scaring away the gray pigeons squatting on the eaves.

Xiao Yu watched Shen Weiwan wipe the sugar stains from the corners of Kengkeng's mouth, and suddenly remembered how he had watched her being bullied by Liu Shi through the window lattice in the cold palace many years ago. At that time, she was like a weed swaying in the wind and rain. Now, she had not only avenged her blood feud, but also given birth to such a clever and eccentric son for him. The smoke from the fireworks in the warm room made his eyes burn.

In the distant imperial study, the emperor looked at the memorial handed to him by Xiao Yu. It was not only stained with unidentified water stains, but also had a crooked drawing of a golden chamber pot. Next to it was the inscription: "Your Majesty, I request that your father grant your grandson a golden chamber pot to set the record straight." He shook his head helplessly and said to the eunuch beside him, "Go to the treasury and fetch three pounds of pure gold. Have the Imperial Bureau forge a 'Number One Under Heaven' chamber pot. Don't let that scoundrel be led astray by his mother..."

The eunuch took his orders and left, thinking to himself, while life in the Prince's mansion may be unruly, it's a hundred times more interesting than the inner palace. At least no one would draw a chamber pot on a memorial, and no one would dare to use a golden chamber pot as a toy.

As the sun set, the goat-horn lanterns in the Prince's Mansion lit up. Shen Weiwan watched Xiao Yu and Keng Keng playing with the "dragon spitting water" chamber pot in the courtyard, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun. She recalled the coldness of the snow in her previous life, yet now felt a burning warmth in her chest. She secretly pulled a chili candy from her sleeve pocket and stuffed it into Xiao Yu's mouth.

"Hiss—so spicy!" Xiao Yu frowned, but took her into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head.

Kengkeng ran over holding the golden chamber pot: "Mom and Dad, let's play together!"

Shen Weiwan looked at the father and son before her, her nose suddenly sore. In this life, she had not only avenged herself but also possessed everything she had ever wanted. As for those remnants of the Liu family who were ready to make a move? She curled her lips, looking down at the pits stuffing itchy grass into Xiao Yu's boots, thinking: Come on, my son, Shen Weiwan, you've learned all the tricks of tricking people from my mother and grandmother. I'll make sure you never come back.

The night wind blew, bringing the distant drumbeats, but it couldn't dispel the warmth of the warm room. Looking at the mother and son laughing until tears streamed down their cheeks in the candlelight, Xiao Yu finally stopped dwelling on the fact that he was "adopted." After all, being tricked by these two idiots for a lifetime was truly the best gift God had given him. He bent down and kissed the top of Shen Weiwan's head, whispering, "Wife, next time, order me a prank kite with a picture of that cripple Li Xiu..."

"Okay!" Shen Weiwan looked up at him, a cunning light flashing in her eyes, "But you have to pay extra. The shopkeeper on West Street said that the price for a handsome guy's custom order will be doubled."

"You..." Xiao Yu smiled and shook his head, but held her hand tightly. Outside the warm room, the sound of the laughter and the sound of the chamber pot spraying water intertwined, forming the most beautiful ballad in the prince's mansion.