Xia Qingchen stood up and left without stopping.

Jiang Muyu followed him all the way out of Wanqi Mansion, and then asked anxiously: "Why did you leave so suddenly? Isn't the matter still not settled?"

Xia Qingchen snorted coldly and said, "Even without those 50,000 troops, I can still secure my kingdom! The Wanqi family wants to control me with this, it's simply a fool's dream!"

Jiang Muyu was frightened by his gloomy and terrifying expression and dared not speak for a moment.

After getting into the carriage, she even felt that the air inside seemed to become thinner and thinner, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She swallowed her saliva, quietly reached out and tugged at Xia Qingchen's sleeve, her voice as soft as a mosquito: "Ah Chen, don't be angry, I... I'm a little scared."

Xia Qingchen glanced at her. It was the first time he saw her so timid. His gloomy expression gradually softened.

Although he still didn't speak, it was visibly that the air had become much cooler, just like ice and snow melting and spring flowers blooming. Jiang Muyu felt that even his breathing had become smoother.

She wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get even more aggressive, so she walked up to him, pinched his shoulders with a flattering smile, and then hit his legs, spouting words like pouring beans: "Dear Crown Prince, don't be angry, don't be angry, life is like a play, we are together because of fate in this life. There are all kinds of things in the world, how can everything be as you wish.

Getting angry over trivial matters is pointless in retrospect. If you don't get angry when others get angry with you, then no one can help you if you get sick from anger. Who would be happy if you get angry to death? Besides, it's stressful and exhausting."

Xia Qingchen's depression was blown away by her interesting words. He couldn't help but smile, "Where did you learn this?"

"Hehe... you're laughing, so you're not angry anymore, right? I learned this from a video. I thought it was very interesting at the time, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now."

"Small video?"

“Uh…” She again touched upon the ancients’ blind spots in knowledge, and she struggled to explain: “It’s just a joke some people made with their cell phones… Never mind, you don’t even know what a cell phone is… Anyway, it’s something that only exists in my world, it’s very interesting, and you can find any information you want on it.”

"Oh? So magical?"

"Of course not." She said proudly, "The technology in our world is probably hundreds or thousands of years ahead of yours."

Xia Qingchen listened and felt a sense of longing for no reason. He sighed and said, "It would be great if I could visit your world."

Jiang Muyu suddenly calmed down and stopped massaging his legs.

"What's wrong?" he asked after noticing something was wrong with her.

She sighed and said, "I don't know what happened to me in that world after I came here. If something happened to me, my aunt would be very worried. My father and mother just passed away, and I am her only relative left in that world."

Xia Qingchen was stunned when she heard her talk about her family for the first time. She asked, "Dad and Mom, do you mean your parents?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are they... all dead?"

"Yes..." She said, and suddenly lowered her head. She had been deliberately ignoring this matter these days, but she still felt sad when she thought about it. Her voice was a little choked, "Ah Chen, without a father and a mother, I will be an orphan in the future."

Xia Qingchen reached out and touched her head with some distress, and said softly: "It's okay, I will be your family from now on, and you will no longer be an orphan."

She raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and she looked pitiful. However, the words she said instantly shattered the little bit of sympathy Xia Qingchen had just gathered.

She said, "Do you want to be my brother?"

Xia Qingchen frowned and asked angrily, "Who wants to be your brother?!"

"You said you wanted to be my family. You are younger than me, so you are my brother."

"I don't have a family as stupid as you!" In the end, he couldn't say the word "sister". He felt extremely awkward just thinking about it.

Jiang Muyu curled her lips, "Humph - you lied to me again."

Xia Qingchen just felt like there was air stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, and he felt extremely depressed.

He poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of her, saying dryly, "Okay, don't be sad, it's all over."

Jiang Muyu was still unhappy, "I don't want to drink tea, it's bitter and astringent, it's so unpalatable."

Why is this little girl so hard to please?

Xia Qingchen frowned, lifted the curtain and took a look outside. He happened to see a vendor selling candied haws, so he stopped the carriage.

"I'll treat you to something sweet."

So Xia Qingchen pulled her out of the carriage and went to buy all the candied haws from the vendor.

The two of them sat under a willow tree on the bank of the Bian River. Next to them stood a tall straw target filled with candied haws. Jiang Muyu ate one in each hand with a very satisfied look on his face.

"This is definitely the best Tanghulu I have ever eaten. It is big and plump with thick sugar coating."

"If you like it, eat more."

"Uh-huh."

They sat on the shore for a long time. As the sun set, many clouds appeared in the sky.

The shapes of the clouds vary greatly, especially their colors. The clouds in the sky look like lily-colored cotton balls at one moment and golden waves at another.

Jiang Muyu pointed to the sky and said in surprise: "Achen, look at those two clouds, they are so beautiful."

Xia Qingchen looked in the direction she pointed. The two clouds were very special. One looked like a half-gray and half-red rouge, and the other looked like a rosewood-colored cockscomb. The whole sky looked colorful.

He turned his head to look at the little girl beside him. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her fair face, as if she was coated with a layer of light and gorgeous golden soft edges. A gentle smile rose unconsciously at the corners of his lips: "Well, she is indeed very beautiful."

After sitting for a while, the afterglow gradually faded and the sky darkened. Xia Qingchen stood up and stretched out his hand to her, "Let's go, it's time to go back to the palace."

Jiang Muyu put his hand into his palm, used the force to stand up, and patted the grass and ashes on his body.

The two returned to the carriage and slowly headed back the way they came.

Jiang Muyu suddenly thought of what happened today, and took advantage of the fact that his anger had subsided to ask, "Why don't you agree with Wanqi Youhui's proposal?"

Xia Qingchen glanced at her, then slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip before answering, "I don't want my marriage to become a bargaining chip for power struggles."

"Oh... then do you know who they want you to marry?"

"The King of Zhenbei now has only one legitimate daughter, Wanqi Ye Ning."

"Why don't you think about it before you refuse? What if... I mean what if, you fall in love with her when you see her? Then you will have troops and a wife, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Xia Qingchen rubbed his brows and said helplessly: "Wanqi Ye Ning just turned one month old seven days ago."

Jiang Muyu: “…”

Finally returning to the palace, Jiang Muyu fell asleep on the bed after taking a bath. Her movements were becoming more and more skillful. She climbed onto his bed and got into the quilt without waiting for Xia Qingchen to say anything.

When Xia Qingchen finished reading and came to the bed, he saw the little girl lying on the bed with her legs spread out, drooling down her chin and the quilt kicked to her feet.

He sighed silently, took a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, pulled the quilt over her, then blew out the oil lamp and lay down to rest.

He was gradually becoming sleepy, but suddenly a hand hit his face, and he woke up instantly. He stared with a pair of bloodshot eyes, feeling depressed, and then viciously pulled her claws away.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a soft little body rolled into his arms, and then a small hand reached across and hugged his waist, and he froze instantly.

However, the person in his arms was completely unaware and even rubbed his head against his chest, smacked his lips, and muttered softly, "Your Highness, hug me."

Xia Qingchen completely lost the ability to resist.

He tentatively reached out and hugged one of her shoulders. Finding that she was not feeling uncomfortable, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the little girl's face in his arms. Her face was white, tender and soft, like a glutinous rice dumpling. He had never felt so at ease before, so he fell asleep with her in his arms.

The next day.

When Xia Qingchen woke up, he found that there was no one around him.

Xia Qingchen searched the entire palace, almost digging three feet underground, but could not find any trace of Jiang Muyu.

She seemed to have suddenly evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving as quietly as she had arrived.