Could it be that Leng Yan is angry because I didn’t send him fried chicken?
He felt both amused and confused by his own guess. How could Leng Yan, who looked so noble and classy, be sulking over a small piece of fried chicken?
But when he really asked this question, Leng Yan was silent, and he was also silent.
Well, the tall and classy Leng Yan was just sulking because he didn’t get to eat fried chicken.
Leng Yan looked at him stubbornly, as if asking why he had forgotten him alone. Yan Cheng explained carefully that Leng Yan's injury had not yet healed and he could not eat greasy and strong-smelling food, so he did not send him fried chicken.
Then he promised that he would make fried chicken for Leng Yan after his injury healed. Only then did Leng Yan smile again.
Then he was sure.
Leng Yan is a reserved person.
After coaxing the older children, Yan Cheng turned around and arranged the whereabouts of the ginseng. He planned to keep the 300-year-old ginseng for himself, and the others...
"My aunt's health has not been as good since she gave birth to my cousin, so she asked my mother to send a hundred-year-old ginseng to the palace."
"Let me keep the remaining two hundred-year-old ginsengs. I will also deal with the seventy-year-old ginsengs. If she wants to keep them, she can keep them. If she wants to give them away, she can give them away."
"Young ginseng, um... Let's send some to Auntie too. My cousin was born a month prematurely and is a little weak, so he probably needs ginseng. Although the palace has no shortage of young ginseng, this is also a token of my appreciation..."
After he had finished nagging about arranging the next home for the ginseng, Leng Yan asked, "Does Ah Cheng like the Tenth Prince very much?"
Acheng?
Leng Yan opened his mouth to say a new name. Yan Cheng, who was not used to it, was stunned for a moment. Leng Yan looked at the wall and said, "Didn't you say you like me to call you by your name?"
"Can I call you that when there's no one around?" he asked solemnly.
"Yes, sure."
Ah Cheng sounds much more serious than the master.
"Does Acheng like the Tenth Prince very much?" Leng Yan asked again.
Yan Guangyi's younger sister, Yan Cheng's aunt is Yan Zhaoyi in the palace. She gave birth to the emperor's youngest son, the tenth prince, at the beginning of the year.
"I love my aunt very much. I love my aunt and her cousin too."
"I see."
Back to the mansion rented by Yan Cheng, Yan Cheng went back to the room to change clothes. Leng Yan, who was standing outside, took out a booklet from his arms and filled in a name on a page with an ancient pencil.
The tenth prince.
Above this newly added name are the three words "Ma Zikun".
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