Chapter 291 Being Spied on by My Own Daughter

"It's just milk with some powder or beads added in it... I'm not exactly sure. Fatty drinks it. She doesn't like drinking water, so she asked the servants in the mansion to prepare some." Marquis Xiang Ming also likes to drink it.

Sang Zhi savored it carefully.

"Give me a drink too." The little girl liked to drink it, and Dean Chen was also craving it.

Xiang Minghou ordered the maid to prepare.

While they were talking, Sang Qi had already eaten half a plate of pastries. Feeling a little thirsty, he picked up the cup on the table and took a big sip. After swallowing it, he stared at the cup in amazement.

He had never tasted tea that tasted so good.

The little maid served milk tea to Dean Chen. Dean Chen picked it up and took a sip tentatively. It was full of milk flavor, sour and sweet, and also had a fruity aroma.

"It's really delicious. The tea and food in the general's mansion are all excellent. I really don't want to leave." Dean Chen traveled to the four countries and saw a lot of things when he was young.

At this age, he is not very curious about anything. However, he has only known the little girl for more than a month, and there are so many new things that make him feel that he has lived in vain.

"Master, you can stay as long as you like." After the voice fell, Ye Qianning stepped into the hall.

When several people looked over, their eyes lit up, except Sang Qi, who snorted coldly and continued eating the cake in his mouth.

"Wow, little girl, you look so beautiful today." Dean Chen praised.

"It looks good, doesn't it? It's the new clothes that Fourth Auntie made for me." Ye Qianning came in and saluted his father with a smile, then saluted the dean.

Xiang Minghou couldn't help laughing at her clumsy movements.

"Okay." Dean Chen couldn't stop smiling.

Ye Qianning chuckled and walked towards Sang Zhi and sat next to him: "Is the milk tea delicious?"

"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.

"There will be delicious meals and juice at noon, all prepared for you." Ye Qianning prepared a lot of snacks for Sang Zhi the night before.

Sang Zhi didn't say anything, but a warm feeling rose in his heart.

"Can't you see this prince?" Sang Qi heard it clearly. Why should he prepare it for Sang Zhi? He was obviously the prince.

"The prince is busy eating." Ye Qianning's eyes fell on the plate: "If you don't know, you would think that the prince has never had snacks."

"...Humph." Sang Qi put down the half piece of cake in his hand.

Only then did Xiang Minghou and Dean Chen realize that the prince had eaten a whole plate of pastries in a short while, leaving only half a piece in his hand.

"Fatty, you should study hard with your master. Dad has to go to the post station and won't be back until noon." Xiang Minghou stood up.

"Isn't there an envoy being received at the post station? What are you doing there, Dad?"

"We've met on the battlefield before, and General Xiyan, while on a diplomatic mission to Beili, heard that my father was in Kyoto and extended a cordial invitation. Wouldn't it be unkind of me not to go?"

"Go ahead, but Dad can't drink. Your injuries are still intact."

Ye Qianning found out that the general was about the same age as his father. There had been a conflict between Beili and Xiyan a few years ago, and the fatal wound on his father was caused by General Xiyan.

The source of why my father cannot have an heir.

"I know, I know. Without my daughter's consent, daddy won't drink a single sip." Xiang Minghou hasn't had a drop of alcohol since he was injured.

"Du Ying, you stay with dad and watch him. If he drinks, he won't be able to come back home today." Ye Qianning was worried that General Xiyan would use what happened that year to ridicule his father.

Dad has a bad temper, and it’s not good to get into a fight in Kyoto City.

"Yes." Du Ying accepted the order.

Xiang Minghou glanced at Du Ying and sighed. The guards he arranged for his daughter were now supervising him.

He has had a headache every time he sees Du Ying in the past half month.

(End of this chapter)