Chapter 145 When the ice and snow melt, I will meet you.

“Sheng Sheng, I’m your second cousin! I even held you when you were born! Don’t listen to what your eldest brother said, he wasn’t the one who held you the longest. Apart from the Second Prince, I’m the brother who held you the longest…”

"Ahem, Cousin Sheng Sheng, guess who I am? Hehe, Cousin Sheng Sheng, we all miss you very much, and we really want to see you. But returning to the capital requires His Majesty's permission, and things happened suddenly, so we won't be able to see you this year. But please don't worry! We all love you very much..."

Several paragraphs of text with distinct styles appeared one after another, and Sheng Sheng seemed to see the people behind the words through these paragraphs.

As she listened, Sheng Sheng's eyes reddened.

It turned out that this was a letter from the Rong family, who lived thousands of miles away in Liaocheng, after hearing about her news.

Judging from the contents of the letter, the Rong family returned to Beijing when Sheng Sheng was born, met her, and spent a considerable amount of time with her.

That is why they must have been deeply saddened when news of the fire five years ago reached Liaocheng.

The more painful it was then, the happier it is now.

The Rong family was overjoyed to have their possession of the lost item. They hurriedly wrote a letter, eager to get their message to the capital as soon as possible, and squeezed all their words into one letter.

Although Sheng Sheng no longer remembers the times they talked about, their words were full of affection for her, which made Sheng Sheng happy and touched.

The letter ends with the bold and powerful handwriting that appeared at the beginning.

Sheng Sheng guessed that it must have been written by her imposing maternal grandfather, a general.

"The letter is short, but my longing is long. When the ice and snow melt, I will cross thousands of miles to see you—"

After hearing this heartfelt letter, the entire group sobbed and threw themselves into Xie Yunchuan's arms, their eyes brimming with tears: "Waaah, brother..."

Xie Yunchuan chuckled and lifted the little girl by the scruff of her neck, raising her head, which she seemed to want to bury in her neck: "Why have you turned into a coward?"

Sheng Sheng pouted, her misty eyes glistening with tears, looking at her with a pitiful expression: "Brother, Sheng Sheng doesn't know what to do..."

"Um?"

"Sheng Sheng didn't do anything, but they seem to really like Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng..."

The little dumpling was at a loss. Suddenly feeling such pure and overwhelming love, the little dumpling was both happy and surprised, and a little shy. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was flattered.

Xie Yunchuan couldn't help but chuckle, and softly told her, "You don't need to do anything. Just standing here, you are the treasure of all of us."

Xie Yunchuan's eyes were smiling. When he reached out to tuck the blanket around me, the warmth of his palm seeped in, and it felt as if even breathing had a source of comfort.

As her unease subsided, her eyes brightened, and she replied, "Okay!"

He had received the Rong family's kind intentions, and he felt he should reply.

The little dumpling had Xie Yunchuan write a reply on her behalf, and then held the letter with great affection for a long time, touching the ink on the paper with her fingers, as if she could connect with the Rong family members who wrote the letter across time and space.

Upon seeing the last paragraph, Sheng Sheng tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying to Xie Yunchuan, "Brother, I've heard Uncle Lao Mao and the others mention that there's an activity called winter fishing during the Spring Festival in Liaocheng, and it's really lively."

"Yes, I've heard of it."

"Has your brother gone to see it?"

Xie Yunchuan shook his head: "I've never been to Liaocheng either."

"How about we go check it out together sometime? I heard the fish there are huge and delicious!"

"Okay, let's go take a look together when we have the chance."

"Sheng Sheng also heard that there is a kind of herb called Snow Silkworm Seed there. Is it still nowhere to be found now? Sheng Sheng, go and look for it, maybe you'll find it!"

The little dumpling asked several more times if it was okay, and no matter how many times she asked, Xie Yunchuan patiently and gently answered her.

Outside, snow was falling heavily, while inside, candlelight flickered, dispelling the winter chill.

The first snow this year came very late. Does that mean something special?

The crape myrtle flowers in Yuqing Palace have also shed their snow-white petals, with only a touch of tender green on the highest branch, and amidst the tender green, bright pink quietly unfolds.

Even after the New Year, the snow continued to fall heavily.

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month is a traditional activity in the imperial palace—a winter hunting season.

Because so many important events had occurred before the New Year, the court officials unanimously suggested that the winter hunting, a tradition that had been held for many years and the first major event after the New Year, must be held in a grand and joyous manner to dispel the bad luck of the previous year.

Therefore, Sheng Sheng, who was originally not allowed to participate because she was too young, was able to participate as well.

Whenever there's a chance to go out and play, this little one gets so excited that he can't sleep.

Zijuan hugged her soft pillow, her face full of distress as she tried to persuade her, "Princess, let's go to sleep, okay? We have to leave early tomorrow morning. If you don't sleep now, you won't be able to get up tomorrow!"

"Okay!" Sheng Sheng finally stopped rolling around and lay obediently on the bed, but her eyes were still wide open, showing no signs of sleepiness.

Zijuan sighed helplessly and leaned the soft pillow against the headboard: "Whenever there's an event, Princess, you get so excited that you can't sleep."

Sheng Sheng hugged her arm and said coquettishly, "Oh, Sheng Sheng didn't mean it. Sheng Sheng has just never been to a hunting ground before, so I was a little excited~ Sheng Sheng will go to sleep now!"

After saying that, the little dumpling suddenly closed its eyes and covered them with its hands.

Zijuan laughed out loud, but didn't move; she just stood by the bed watching her.

Sure enough, before Zijuan could count to five in her mind, Shengsheng wailed and rolled over on the bed, saying, "But Shengsheng can't sleep. Shengsheng isn't sleepy at all."

He used to go to sleep around 3:45 PM and get up around 7:00 AM.

However, since the hunting ground is located in Shanglin Hunting Ground in the northern suburbs of Anci County, which is a long distance away, the convoy will need a full day to get there. Therefore, they must set off at dawn tomorrow.

That's why Zijuan urged her to go to bed early, otherwise she would definitely feel unwell if she didn't get enough sleep the next day.

The carriage was bumpy, and even if you could catch up on sleep in the carriage, you couldn't sleep peacefully.

Zijuan was afraid that she was too tired, so she could only persuade her to go to bed early.

“But Sheng Sheng really can’t fall asleep until it’s time. Besides, Sheng Sheng didn’t do anything today. She just stayed in the study practicing calligraphy all day. She’s not tired at all, so how can she fall asleep?”

Zijuan was both amused and exasperated. Ever since the little dumpling received the letter from the Rong family a few days ago, she had suddenly become very motivated and kept pestering Xie Yunchuan to teach her to read every day.

After recognizing it, he obediently wrote it twenty times to review.

Over time, she learned quite a few words.

But the other children would only study for a short while before crying and wanting to go play.