Chenxichuan didn't want to stop yet, so while exercising, he used his internal energy to send a message to the outside of the hot spring, asking them to prepare some food.

The wick: "I'm tired."

Shen Qichuan: "Then you should take a nap."

The wick: "Let go."

Shen Qichuan tightened his grip on her arm: "I'll do my thing, you can sleep yours."

Dengxin twisted his neck uncomfortably, braced his hands on the edge of the pool, and tried to use the leverage to pull himself up, but the man pulled him down, flipped him over, and continued.

A meal was prepared, along with two meat patties. Nan Yu could only eat the meat patties, and water splashed on them from time to time. If it were the meal, it would probably all have been spilled into the water.

He felt uncomfortable after eating just two bites of the pancake, and eventually put it back.

She turned around, hugged Shen Qichuan, and cooperated with him, wanting him to resolve the matter quickly.

The more they cooperated, the worse it got...

"By the way, is there a palace banquet later? Are you going?"

Nan Yu's arms went weak: "Go."

What's the palace like here? I'm a little curious.

Shen Qichuan kissed her small lips and smiled, "The last time."

...

...

At most, two family members can be brought to a palace banquet. If it were at the Minister's residence, Nan Yu would definitely not be allowed to attend. He has several older brothers, and his father doesn't favor him the most, so he wouldn't be on the list anywhere.

He naturally didn't get a share of the knowledge.

But in Shenxichuan, he doesn't have a wife, and his parents are far away in Bianzhou. He has two spots, and he has one left over after using one.

The carriage interior was quite spacious, with nearly half of the area converted into a bed, covered with a soft velvet cushion. Chen Qichuan let Dengxin lie down to rest, while Nanyu was both nervous and excited.

"Isn't this palace very strict with rules? What if I say something wrong? Will I be punished?"

The man, with his imposing presence, sat steadily on the edge of the couch. His brows and eyes were like cold stars, exuding an innate aloofness. But when he gazed at the young master, his eyes instantly transformed into a pool of spring water, overflowing with tenderness. He lowered his head slightly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up, his eyes full of doting affection. "No, I'm here."

Looking at the man, she thought of the Way of Heaven.

He must be holding the glass lamp tenderly and affectionately right now, right?

(Purely malicious anger)

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Shen Qichuan gently patted his cheek. "What are you thinking about?"

"An annoying person!" The young master's eyebrows shot up.

Shen Qichuan raised an eyebrow: "Who?"

The wick: "Not from this world, you don't know me."

Shen Qichuan: "Which world? Tell me, maybe I'll remember it."

The lamp wick was taken aback: "What do you mean? How much memory... do you have?"

Shen Xichuan: "Almost all of them."

Lamp wick: ...

He doesn't have many memories, and they become blurry when he's in another world, or he might even forget some of them completely. How come he has all of them?

She sat up from the tatami, grabbed Shen Qichuan's arm, and then reached for his shoulder, looking him up, down, left, and right, even looking into the air, as if searching for something.

Shen Qichuan caught his bouncy little body, put his arm around his waist, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Nan Yu: "Where is your system?"

Shen Xichuan: "No."

Nan Yu: "You don't have a system? Then how do you assign tasks?"

Shen Qichuan: "Who said I was going to do a mission?"

"Huh?" The young master's eyes widened, unsure where to look. He glanced at his palm, then looked up at the man. "Isn't this a small world? Outsiders have to do missions, why aren't you doing one?"

Shen Qichuan smiled and said, "Guess! There's a reward if you guess right."

Nan Yu pondered for a moment. Having traversed so many planes, she had a lot of stories in her mind. She thought of the most plausible one and narrowed her eyes: "You wouldn't happen to be... the Supreme God, would you?"

He had always wanted to curry favor with God.

I vaguely remember a plane where the main god became a dragon? It seems he offended him. But wait, he was there back then. Could it be a split-off clone?

Possibly.

"Yes and no."

Lampwick: "Huh?"

Shen Qichuan smiled and hugged the young master tightly, saying, "You'll know after this is over. Want to hear a story?" The man changed the subject.

Lampwick: "What story?"

Shen Qichuan: "The Little Match Girl".

Lampwick: "I don't want to hear it, I want to touch your abs."

Shen Qichuan lowered his head. His clothes were already on. If he untied them, they would be hard to tie later. He put his arm around her waist and tightened his grip. Nan Yu was forced to arch her back. Their faces were close together. Deng Xin pouted and kissed her.

Almost everyone who attended the emperor's banquets was present.

Outside the palace gates, the rolling wheels resembled the complex drumbeats of the earth, and rows of exquisitely decorated carriages, like boats lined up one after another, formed a long, winding dragon.

The officials who alighted from their carriages were all dressed in fine clothes.

Most of them brought their eldest sons to the banquet, hoping to make connections with some high-ranking officials. Even if the opportunity was not great, it was still good to broaden their horizons. The Minister's family brought their second son, and the eldest son, who held a position in the court, was also invited, although his seat was at the back.

The wife of the Minister also arrived.

Although it was a banquet, most of the court officials arrived early.

Some set off as early as noon.

Outside the palace, it was still daylight. The ministers were talking when a black carriage slowly drove up. The carriage was made of black gold with black jade accents, making it both luxurious and understated.

Even the horse was a rare and top-quality one, completely black without a single blemish, with thick and smooth mane, and muscles that looked very powerful. Everyone made way for it, and the carriage came to a stop. A slender hand pushed open the carriage door, and a black foot embroidered with auspicious clouds stepped out first, followed by a figure in a dark robe. Everyone recognized him as General Shen.

The man had a cold and stern expression, with sharp, arched eyebrows that swept into his temples, and a pair of dark, deep eyes that were piercing and unfathomable—he was a completely different person from the one inside the car.

The places he swept over sent a chill down everyone's spine.

It was a soul-shaking experience, like crawling out of a pile of dead bodies. Those who wanted to make friends would grit their teeth and go over, but before they had taken two steps, they would see the man reach into the carriage, as if there were other people inside.

Everyone peeked out, more or less.

Nan Yu had no idea how many people were outside, nor that they were all watching him. He was overjoyed and wanted to get out of the car. When he saw Shen Qichuan's outstretched hand, he skillfully took it and jumped out of the car.

There was a bench on the left, but he didn't step on it and jumped off directly.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw many pairs of eyes and wide-open mouths... I tried hard to keep a smile, which was a little embarrassing.

When the Minister of State saw his youngest son with Shen Qichuan, he was slightly puzzled. Today, His Majesty was hosting a banquet, and everyone was accompanied by their families. Even if Shen Qichuan's parents were not present, it was inappropriate to bring an outsider.

This child is so insensible.

The Minister of Works' face hardened.

Once he realized it was his own child who insisted on coming, General Shen must have been coerced into not refusing.

The original owner loved to play and especially loved following Yu Chen. She was not very obedient. There were many affairs in the court and many children at home. Even though she was born to the legal wife, the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat did not care much about the original owner and did not know her well.

Based on visual observation and personal understanding.

Shui Lingling misunderstood.

Not only did Nan Yu see the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, but she also saw Yu Chen.

Even though there was some distance between them, his gaze was so intense that it was impossible for anyone not to notice him.

The lamp wick glanced at him, then quickly looked away.