78. Okay, I won't leave.

"We'll chase after him!" Jiang Xiyue said decisively. "We'll bring him back, even if we have to tie him up!"

When Jiang Xiyue arrived with her three children, Xie Wenling was standing in front of his new house.

The imperial mansion was magnificent, with a brand-new plaque hanging on the vermilion gate that read "Xie Mansion".

Xie Wenling stood in front of the door, his pale fingers lightly stroking the cold copper ring, his expression complex.

"Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!" The little dumpling struggled to get down from her mother's arms and went to pull him up.

"Brother Xie, are you really moving away?" The little girl tugged at his sleeve, her eyes red-rimmed.

Xie Wenling bent down and touched the top of her head: "The house bestowed by His Majesty must be lived in."

"But……"

“Thank you, brother-in-law,” Jiang Xiyue said, walking over with her two sons. “You’re not fully recovered yet, why are you in such a hurry to move out?”

The second brother, unusually, didn't argue; instead, he chimed in, "That's right! The imperial physicians all said your poison wound requires several months of rest!"

Jin Qizhi also said, "The household is already used to Lord Xie being here. Now that you're gone, my sister is afraid she'll cause a huge uproar."

Xie Wenling was about to decline when a gust of autumn wind blew by, and he suddenly started coughing violently.

The little boy quickly helped him up, his face full of worry: "Thank you, brother!"

Seeing this, Jiang Xiyue made a quick decision: "It's settled then. Brother-in-law Xie, focus on recovering. It's not too late to move after you've fully recovered."

She turned to the servants and ordered, "Go and move Lord Xie's things back from the new residence."

Xie Wenling raised his hand to stop him: "Now that I have my own house, what kind of behavior is it to stay at the Marquis of Beiding's residence? It's against etiquette..."

Jiang Xiyue stepped forward and lowered her voice, saying, "Lord Xie, I know you are a reasonable person, but you should also think about our Marquis's mansion. Think about it, you are still ill and you are in a hurry to move out of the Marquis's mansion. What will outsiders think? Won't they think that the Marquis's mansion has neglected you?"

She appealed to her emotions and reasoned with her: "Even if you don't care about the reputation of the Marquis's mansion, you should think about Yue'er. How heartbroken she will be if you leave?"

Xie Wenling was taken aback and looked down at the little dumpling that was tugging at his sleeve.

She looked at him pitifully, her big, grape-like eyes brimming with tears and a hint of accusation, as if she had been abandoned.

The little pearl seemed about to fall, as if if he dared to say he was leaving, she would burst into tears the next second.

Xie Wenling sighed.

He bent down and picked her up: "Okay, I won't leave."

Let's move when I feel better.

However, he wisely refrained from saying it aloud.

The little dumpling, of course, had no idea what he was thinking. She assumed he had agreed to stay, and burst into laughter through her tears, hugging his neck: "Thank you, brother!"

Jiang Xiyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

-

Because of the incident of falling into the water, the emperor gave the children in the Wenhua Hall two days off.

When the holiday ended, Jin Lanyue and her second brother went back to school.

Inside the Wenhua Hall, palace servants were chatting in small groups.

"Have you heard? That little lucky star from the Marquis of Beiding's family can even cure Lord Xie's eyes!"

"I've heard that too. It's said that when Princess Fukang was born, there were strange phenomena in the sky, and the room was filled with fragrance..."

The second brother, who had been listening intently from the side, skipped back and repeated, "Did you hear that? My little sister is a lucky star sent from heaven!"

The little dumpling blushed and said, "Second brother, don't talk nonsense..."

"Who's talking nonsense?" The second brother patted his chest. "My sister is amazing!"

"Yes, yes, I think so too!" the little princess agreed. "It's really amazing!"

"That's right!"

The three of them joked around for a while.

The previously silent young prince stepped forward, pursed his lips, and tugged at the little girl's sleeve: "Um, Little Moon... about my mother..."

“It’s alright,” the little dumpling looked at the little prince and smiled sweetly, “It’s not the little prince’s fault.”

The young prince's eyes reddened slightly as he pulled a delicate little wooden puppet from his sleeve: "Here, for you..."

"Wow! It's so beautiful!" The little dumpling exclaimed excitedly as she took it. "It's a gift!"

The young prince was still a little uneasy: "I...can I still play with you in the future?"

"Of course!" the little dumpling patted its chest. "We're best friends!"

The little princess chimed in, "That's right! Mother says Little Moon is lucky! She wants me to play with Little Moon more often."

She patted the little prince again: "It's okay, no one is blaming you."

The little prince sniffed: "Thank you..."

The little dumpling placed its tiny hand on the little prince's hand: "We'll be best friends forever!"

"Me too! Me too!" The little princess also put her hand on it.

"Hey, don't forget me!" The second brother quickly ran over and put his hand on me.

Four little hands were stacked together, and they counted down in unison: "Three, two, one—"

Little hands spread out: "Yay!"

The four little ones got along just as well as before, with no more barriers between them, and gathered together to chat as they used to.

As they chatted, the little princess suddenly lowered her voice: "But... Mother has been acting strange these past few days, always spacing out... I even saw her secretly crying a while ago, I wonder what happened..."

Just as the little dumpling was about to offer a suggestion, she noticed that Qu Zijin had somehow appeared behind everyone: "Class is starting."

He glanced at the little princess subtly, his eyes filled with a complex emotion she couldn't decipher.

Fortunately, the little princess didn't think much of it, stuck out her tongue, and quickly pulled the little dumpling back to her seat.

Today, Qu Zijin began explaining the Book of Songs.

It is about the poem "Guan Ju".

However, the four little ones below, the youngest being three years old and the oldest only six, could not understand what it meant.

The little dumpling was completely confused. The basic knowledge mastery (literary version) that the system auntie gave her did not cover this aspect of knowledge.

As the little princess listened, she suddenly raised her hand and asked, "Grand Tutor! Why does 'Guan Guan Jujiu' mean 'on the islet in the river'?"

Before Qu Zijin could answer, his second brother blurted out, "I know! Because he wants to date!"

"Pfft—" Several palace servants serving nearby couldn't help but laugh.

Qu Zijin slammed his ruler on the table: "Jin Lizhi, copy 'Guanju' twenty times."

He paused, then couldn't help but scold, "You should read less of those frivolous books."

They've even started dating.

The second brother let out a wail, and the little dumpling quietly asked what "dating" meant and why the Grand Tutor wouldn't let him read any disreputable books.

Before the second brother could answer, Qu Zijin suddenly called out, "Princess Fukang, you explain."