She turned her head instinctively, her voice fading.

"I, Xiao Yu'er, I think I just saw my grandfather..."

The palace maids and guards nearby were startled and immediately turned around to look around.

Grandfather, isn't that the retired emperor?

Is the retired emperor here too?

Seeing her pale face, Fu Ziyu thought of how he had first met his great-grandfather.

It turns out I wasn't the only one afraid of my great-grandfather.

He immediately felt a sense of empathy and shared misfortune, and comforted her.

"It's alright, we just need to avoid disturbing our great-grandfather's work."

These words did not offer any comfort to Fu Wenyu's young mind; instead, they only intensified her fear.

"Work?"

She suddenly remembered the scene she had just witnessed.

My grandfather, dressed in a coarse cloth short coat, stood behind the simple counter.

When someone brings in vegetables, we count and calculate the bill, then collect the money and give change.

"Me, him, you, what are you saying my grandfather is doing? What is he doing in the shop?"

Her voice became increasingly ethereal.

Fu Ziyu got used to it and later took it for granted that his great-grandfather and third uncle were working in the village.

I never imagined how shocked the other members of the royal family would be if they found out about this.

They finally realized what was happening.

He glanced at the bewildered palace maids and guards beside him, then quickly pulled her away.

"I'll tell you when we get back. Let's go back to Qionglu Pavilion first."

Fu Ziyu pulled his aunt, who seemed to have lost her soul the whole way, back to Qionglu Pavilion.

Inside the private room, Yun Zhiyi was chatting with Princess Fu'an.

Drinks and snacks were already laid out on the table.

The two of them didn't care at all about their departure.

After all, they were protected by imperial guards both in the open and in the shadows.