Suimo accompanied him to the backyard, glancing occasionally at His Highness to the side.

Having been by His Highness's side almost every step of the way for three months, she was probably the only one who could possibly understand His Highness's feelings at this moment.

His Highness is usually lazy and doesn't put on airs with anyone; his emotions are always written on his face.

Be careful when she adopts a serious expression and maintains a reserved smile.

It either means they're trying to scam someone, or they're in a bad mood.

When facing the Ninth Prince just now, he was still speaking in a coaxing tone, but Sui Mo caught a hint of something unusual in his tone.

It couldn't be for any other reason; it must have been a recent, peaceful encounter.

The imperial heirs of Fengjing only saw the prince's outward appearance, or guessed that he was intelligent and quick-witted, but they did not know that he possessed cultivation.

The main hall and the corridor at the back were only five or six steps apart, and everything that had happened before was still within my perception.

Suimo pursed her lips.

Having spent so long in the palace, she had seen countless powerful and influential figures.

There are those who are lenient with their subordinates and those who win people's hearts, but I have never seen anyone like Your Highness.

From Ping An to the disaster victims of Mingyan County, to the maids and servants, their group of guards, and Eunuch Su Quan...

It seems that there are no distinctions of rank or status when interacting with everyone.

Just like the minor friction just now, it could be explained that Ping An's mind is abnormal; he looks strong, but his mentality is actually that of a child.

There was a misunderstanding between the two children, but it was resolved in just a few words.

In terms of kinship and social status, we should first appease the Ninth Princess, and then show favor to Ping An, so that her servants can see this.

But His Highness did not act that way. On the surface, he seemed fine, but in reality, he was quite angry.

To put it bluntly, the Ninth Princess, Eunuch Su, the people of Mingyan County, the servants in the mansion, the former Qingluan Guards, and the current maids...

Despite their vastly different social statuses, these people were all pretty much the same in His Highness's eyes.

Closeness or distance comes before social status.

Although she used to seem to dislike the Ninth Prince, Sui Mo could tell that it was just a natural interaction between sisters.

The Ninth Prince may not have accurately grasped this point, but he would subconsciously take the initiative to get close to his master.

She probably didn't experience similar emotions from her older siblings.

It's strange that someone of such high status would develop such a personality.

Qin Zhaoyue's emotions fluctuated slightly.

The friction just now happened not far behind the hall, within my perception range.

It was just a small misunderstanding; Ping An had no idea that the young girl in front of him was of such high status.

In his mind, sharing food was probably the best he could do to make amends.

Xiao Jiu wasn't really wrong. Given her status, why should she eat food that was handed to her out of the blue, especially since it didn't look very appealing?

But when Qin Zhaoyue saw the sesame cakes scattered all over the ground and Ping An squatting down to pick them up and eat them, she was unhappy. What could she do?

She's a princess, the real deal, how could she not be happy?

Back in the backyard, she removed her hairpins and jewelry, changed her clothes, and wiped off her makeup, returning to her natural, bare-faced state, feeling quite comfortable.

It was noon, and Qin Zhaoyue wasn't too stingy, so she treated her brother and sister to lunch.

After a round of training, the chefs in her household, in addition to their usual meticulous and refined cooking style, also started to prepare some simpler and more rustic dishes.

For example, braised pork belly, stewed mixed vegetables, and sweet and sour pork...

Anyway, by the end of the meal, Qin Zhaoyue was holding her stomach, and her previous little temper had mostly dissipated.

Meanwhile, Wen Mingke rushed home.

He once again sternly warned his two children that everything they had heard today must be kept to themselves and must not be revealed in the slightest.

Since it concerned her future, Wen Tingwan naturally wouldn't tell anyone.

Her brother thumped his chest loudly, vowing to keep his mouth shut.

After explaining everything, Wen Mingke strode to the backyard and asked to see his mother.

My father was originally a minor official in the Ministry of Personnel, a fifth-rank official. Although his rank was not high, he wielded considerable power.

Unfortunately, his health was poor, and he passed away at a young age.

Since then, the Wen family has fallen into decline and is on the verge of collapse.

Now that he has finally seen a glimmer of hope, and it is all thanks to his legitimate daughter, how could he not be overwhelmed with excitement?

Upon seeing her mother, she dismissed the servants and recounted everything she had seen and heard at the Princess's residence that day.

The old lady pondered for a long time, "In the Prime Minister's residence, can the Sixth Princess speak on his behalf?"

It's no wonder she was suspicious; she had agreed to the previous strategy of getting close to the Sixth Princess.

It's just that Qin Zhaoyue's reputation is too bad, and seeing that she's hopeless, we had no choice but to give up.

The old lady believed that old habits die hard, and she found it difficult to accept at first.

Wen Mingke nodded, "It was Zhaoyue's disguise before."

If one is not capable, how could one subdue the Azure Phoenix Guards in such a short time?

That's a centurion, part of the entire Azure Phoenix Guard. No other imperial heir has received such favor.

Moreover, the eldest son of the Pei family was also in the disaster relief team, so it's possible that some friendship might have developed between them.

We must verify this with 20,000 taels of silver; we absolutely cannot give up on this matter.

The old lady's expression softened slightly.

“Mingke, your mother must remind you that a daughter will eventually get married.”

"It would be better to use this opportunity on your son than to give it to Tingwan."

Wen Mingke understood this principle perfectly well, but his son... let's not even mention him.

"Reporting to Mother, regarding the so-called 'seizing the opportunity,' I believe that we should first repair our relationship with Zhaoyue."

Tingwan is not only the hope of the Wen family, but also their bond.

After a moment's thought, the old lady finally nodded.

Although the Wen family is not as prosperous as before, they still have a solid foundation, so 20,000 taels is not much.

Wen Mingke pocketed the silver notes and immediately went out.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!