After two or three days of simple porridge and side dishes, I'm almost tired of the lavish feasts.

On this day, Su Peisheng led the eunuchs to the imperial kitchen to collect their lunch. Qingyan looked pitifully at Yin beside her, wishing she could turn into a rabbit!

"I want to eat meat!"

Qingyan pouted. "Ba," she kept repeating those four words!

"Sweetie, you can't eat too much meat and fish during this time." Yin had someone make crispy pork, which Qingyan liked, as a way of making up for it.

Qingyan hung her head dejectedly. Lately, he had been keeping a close watch on her, and she couldn't even go into the space to eat something.

On the table were rice, crispy pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, four kinds of green vegetables, and two bowls of rice.

"Little darling, it's time to eat," Yin called out with a smile.

Qingyan looked up and her face immediately blossomed into a delicate flower; she had finally tasted meat today. The meat was already on the table; the sweet and sour pork ribs had long since had their oil rendered out, and the meat was a bit dry.

"Fourth Brother, you're the best." Qingyan looked at the fragrant meat and flattered Yin with a fawning expression. Su Peisheng and Sulan, standing at the tent entrance, were amused by the greeting.

Qingyan's compliments were always the same few words.

He picked up his chopsticks and placed two pieces of meat on Qingyan's plate, urging her to eat quietly and not cause any more trouble. This time, she finally managed to eat without him having to coax her repeatedly.

After lunch, Yin took Qingyan for a walk outside. Walking in the camp and listening to the shouts of the soldiers, he finally felt like he was in the midst of war. To outsiders, Kangxi had protected them, the princes, too well, so they couldn't always experience the cruelty of war.

"Little darling, your fourth uncle should be back in a few days!" After waking up, Qingyan asked Kangxi and the others to keep her illness a secret.

While Feiyangusaito and Eshuo were fighting outside, Qingyan was able to stay safely in the camp, which was thanks to their fighting.

"Yes, Father is back. Shouldn't this war be over?" Qingyan disliked war. Every day, she could see people coming and going in the imperial tent, reporting the war situation to Kangxi. People died every day.

The Mongol princes had all received their orders and led their troops to the battlefield, and the camp fell silent. Many of the Mongol roughnecks, resentful of the Eight Banners troops, frequently came to the camp to provoke them.

No one would pass up the opportunity to compete, and there were always people willing to accept the challenge.

"Qingyan!" A familiar call made Qingyan turn around immediately. E'shuo, dressed in the Plain White Banner battle robe, stood behind her against the light. To see her as soon as possible, E'shuo took a shower and changed into a new battle robe during his last break, which made his colleagues laugh at him for a long time.

He didn't care at all. While they were away fighting, their biggest worry was Qingyan. She was safe inside the imperial tent, but would she be bullied?

Whether it was Yin or the heirs, their status was higher than Qingyan's. For the sake of some power, Kangxi had to give up Qingyan, which was the place that worried them the most.

"Brother..." Qingyan, like a pink butterfly, shook off Yin's hand and ran into E'shuo's arms, and Yin's little face immediately darkened.

This little guy needs a good scolding!

These seven words stirred a pang of jealousy in Yin's heart. He had been extremely happy that E'shuo and Saito had returned safely, and that Qingyan no longer needed to worry about the safety of his father and the others...

"Come here, give me a kiss!" E Shuo noticed Yin's jealousy out of the corner of his eye. He smiled and picked up Qingyan, giving her a hard kiss on the cheek, determined to make Yin fall into a jealous trap.

Qingyan didn't resist at all; in fact, she thought it was quite good.

"Let go, E'shuo, did you go to see Father Emperor?" Yin couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward to separate the two siblings who were stuck together. This guy was just here to cause him trouble.

E'shuo nodded with a smile. Yin was still the same as always; he lost his rationality when it came to Qingyan.

"Fourth Prince, this servant will now hand Qingyan over to you." E'shuo placed Qingyan on the ground, kissed her little forehead, and turned to leave.

At this moment, Qingyan had not yet recovered from the joy of everyone returning home.

"Little darling, from now on, when a man hugs you, you should dodge!" Yin took out a silk handkerchief and wiped Qingyan's little hands and cheeks, then kissed the spot where Eshuo had kissed her.

Qingyan stared blankly at Yin, and his expression made Qingyan smile smugly.

"Pfft...Are you jealous?" Qingyan's smiling, watery eyes made him feel exceptionally comfortable.

He reached out and poked her forehead. This girl must feel uncomfortable if she doesn't make fun of herself every day.

"Just mind your own business!" Yin patted her forehead. Recently, the censors have been rather idle and often come to cause trouble. Now that E'shuo has returned, some things need to be settled.

"Hmph!" Qingyan turned her head and noticed two people peeking in from the doorway. Judging from their clothes, they didn't seem like ordinary people. Could it be...?

"It's the Imperial Censor." Yin deliberately walked past them, his hand resting on Qingyan's. He didn't like anyone disturbing their private time.

At this moment, Su Peisheng received a hint from Yin and went to find his master, Li Dequan, to explain what had just happened.

"Look... those are the people bringing us food?" Qingyan and Yin stood on the hillside, followed by many guards. They noticed a group of people heading towards the movie star, with carriages following behind them.

Yin narrowed his eyes, examining the carts. Judging by the time, they shouldn't be grain transport carts.

"Let's go to the Imperial Kitchen first!" Yin was unsure and thought it best to go and find out.

Qingyan was dragged by Yin down the mountain. At that moment, she realized that she wasn't wearing platform shoes, otherwise she would have definitely fallen.

"Fourth Prince, Princess Qingyan!" Eunuch Liu, the head of the Imperial Kitchen, quickly bowed as he saw the two young masters approaching.

"Are there any wagons transporting grain today?" Yin pondered. If not, he had to inform his father so that they could take precautions as soon as possible.

There were quite a few carriages. Qingyan stood aside, sizing up Eunuch Liu. A few days ago, she was busy making food and rarely paid attention to the people in the imperial kitchen.

"A wagon carrying provisions?" Eunuch Liu asked in surprise. "Right, it should be something purchased from nearby villages."

When a large army is stationed here, supplies often arrive late. In addition to using the supplies they save, they can only buy food from the local villagers. Those who have surplus food or are greedy for money will send food over continuously.

Yin felt something was wrong. Could a horse-drawn carriage be used to transport grain and fodder for a villager?

"Fourth Sister, let's go with Eunuch Liu to see the local specialties." Qingyan's little head turned around; she didn't know what delicious food was available here.

Qingyan's words made Yin laugh; the little girl's excuse was excellent.