"Zijin, calm down." Nan Rongqing patted Lin Zijin's hand, speaking soothingly.

However, when his gaze fell on the closed door, his brows, already showing signs of frost, furrowed tightly.

Even his grandfather, who watched him grow up, still can't figure out Jinghua's personality.

However, it is common knowledge that this child is indifferent to others; when has anyone ever been seen to care about him so much?

But why is it that this child is drawn to this little princess? Their Nanrong family is a scholarly family; as the saying goes, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.

He really didn't want to see his Nanrong family have too many complicated relationships with the royal family in the future, especially with the current emperor.

Although he possessed great ability to govern the country, his ruthless and cruel style of doing things was not the behavior of a wise ruler.

The current situation between the Emperor and the Wen family is hanging by a thread; once that spark ignites, it will be a fight to the death.

The Nanrong family has always remained neutral and never taken sides, which is why they have been able to survive the last turbulent period.

No, even if it's just for the sake of the Nanrong family, he absolutely cannot let the little princess stay by Jinghua's side any longer.

"Zijin, you're fourteen this year, aren't you?"

The implication of those words couldn't be clearer; recalling that time when I overheard my mother and father's conversation...

Lin Zijing's beautiful oval face quickly flushed crimson, and she lowered her head shyly, timidly replying in a soft voice.

"Yes, she'll be of marriageable age in just over a year."

"It's about time she reached the age to get married."

Nan Rongqing reached out and touched his gray beard. When his eyes fell on Lin Zijin's graceful figure, a satisfied and kind smile appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle Nanrong!"

Lin Zijin lowered her head even further, clutching her handkerchief, looking every bit the shy young lady.

"Haha, good, good! Time flies! They've all grown up. I'm getting old, sigh."

Their voices faded into the distance until they could no longer be heard. Lin Zijing had heard that the little princess was living with her brother, Jinghua.

He harbored wicked intentions, using the pretense of visiting the little princess to seek revenge for the slap he received from Helian Si last time.

But now, overwhelmed by the surprise and delight of Nan Rongqing's meaningful words, he has forgotten what his original purpose was.

Inside the house,

As Nan Rong Jinghua walked in carrying the little girl, her gaze, hidden beneath the long silk robe, immediately fell upon a certain Si Si, and the small bundle she had painstakingly packed.

Haoyue's cold face, her brows slightly furrowed, her thin lips pressed into a straight line, why did she still want to leave?

Helian Mou Sisi followed Nan Rong Jinghua's gaze and saw the small bundle he had placed on the pear wood chair.

For some reason, at this moment, Sisi felt a little uneasy.

Fortunately, the thought only lasted for a moment and quickly disappeared from Sisi's little head.

Her curled eyelashes, like pretty little fans, fluttered slightly, and her grape-like, moist eyes blinked.

"Oh, right, Master, Sisi is going back to the palace."

I already felt a little embarrassed about living at Master's house for so long.

Remembering what Master and Grandpa had just said, Sisi became even more embarrassed, her chubby little hands fidgeting nervously.

Her little face was rosy and delicate, her earlobes were red, and her soft, sweet voice sounded a little shy.

"Master, could you lend me a carriage?"