Jiang Muyu shrank back.

Xia Qingchen's voice came from behind: "What are you doing squatting there? Come here."

She turned to look at him and immediately put on a smile: "What do you want, Your Highness?"

Xia Qingchen was wearing a white middle-length coat with a wide-sleeved outer robe on the outside. He only glanced at her indifferently and said, "Come with me."

Jiang Muyu stood up and walked to his side. Suddenly, he leaned over and took a deep breath, then smiled and praised: "Your Highness smells so good!"

He pressed her forehead and pushed her away, saying in disgust: "Stay away from me."

Jiang Muyu didn't notice the slight curl of his lips, she just thought he really disliked her, she pouted unhappily: "You didn't act like this when you held me to sleep before."

"When did I..." He said, his voice gradually lowered, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his voice again: "It was you who hugged me in the middle of the night and didn't want to let go! And, you hugged me, and after taking advantage of me, you pretended to be missing! You've been gone for more than a month!"

He accused angrily, but it really was like a young lady who had been desecrated without being held accountable.

Jiang Muyu shrank his neck in fear and whispered, "I... I don't know what happened... When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital."

When Xia Qingchen saw her aggrieved look, the arrogance that had just risen up in her heart disappeared again.

Finally, he sighed softly: "That's it..."

He came over, took her wrist and led her forward.

Jiang Muyu was led by him through many twists and turns to a tall building. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where are you taking me, Your Highness?"

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival." He said simply and frighteningly.

"Ah?" She hasn't even experienced the Mid-Autumn Festival in modern times. Could it be that the Mid-Autumn Festival in ancient times is different from that in modern times?

Xia Qingchen looked at her confused look and smiled: "Your little head can only hold so few things."

He's saying she has a small brain, doesn't that mean she's stupid?

Jiang Muyu thinks that he might be a little dull and slow to react sometimes, but in most cases he is still quite smart and clever.

She snorted and said unhappily, "Please don't beat around the bush when you scold me."

"Okay." He nodded. "I will be more straightforward next time."

After a pause, he asked, "Did you never go to school?"

“Yes.”

"Really? What did your teacher teach you? It seems like you know nothing. You are so stupid."

Jiang Muyu: “…”

There is no need to be so straightforward...

She shook off his hand and said angrily, "Your Highness, has anyone ever told you that you are really bad at talking?"

"no."

He is the crown prince of the current dynasty, so even if others are dissatisfied, they naturally dare not speak out in front of him.

Jiang Muyu crossed her arms, glared at him, and walked up to him.

She was angry now, very angry, and she decided to ignore him.

Xia Qingchen looked at her obviously depressed back, with a little smile in his eyes. Looking at the whole Xuan Cang, besides his father and mother, she was the only one who dared to directly humiliate him.

"Oh - you really have no respect for your parents."

But he just liked her true nature.

Xia Qingchen followed her and saw her leaning over the railing, looking out, with most of her body leaning out.

From here you can overlook most of the imperial capital. Looking around, you can see numerous houses, twinkling lights, and a few Kongming lanterns floating in the distance. The breeze blows by, bringing the coolness of early autumn.

She exclaimed: "It's so beautiful, just like the scene in the painting."

He walked up to her in two steps, grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her down, saying sternly, "Don't try to climb the railings. What if you fall down?"

Jiang Muyu pouted. Although she was unhappy, she also understood that he was worried about her, so she asked, "Didn't you say that today is Mid-Autumn Festival? Why are there no moon cakes?"

"Moon cake?" He frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"It's about this big, round, golden on the outside and soft and glutinous on the inside, and you can eat it." She gestured with her hands.

"You mean the Moon Group?"

“Is that what you call it here?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe. I don't know what you are talking about, but our moon balls are used for sacrifice."

"Is that so..." She said with some regret: "It would be a little less meaningful if I don't have mooncakes to eat during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xia Qingchen looked at her expression, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How about... I take you to eat?"

Jiang Muyu looked at him with bright eyes and asked happily, "Is it really possible?"

She hasn't eaten mooncakes for a long time.

Xia Qingchen nodded and took her down the building.

After walking around for a while, Jiang Muyu was led to a courtyard where there was only one palace, which was tall and magnificent. The guards at the gate were taking turns to change shifts, so he took her and sneaked in.

This is the royal ancestral hall, where tablets of ancestors are enshrined, taking up an entire wall. Candles are lit on both sides, and in the middle is an offering table with a large incense burner and two small incense burners on it, all of which are filled with burning incense. The table is filled with offerings, all of which are fruits and snacks.

Jiang Muyu's eyes widened and he asked, "Ah Chen, is this the tablet of your ancestors?"

"Yes." He took six incense sticks from the side, lit them, handed her three, and said, "Light a stick of incense for our ancestors, and then take the offerings."

She took the incense and suddenly leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Are all your eighteen generations of ancestors here?"

It was obviously a normal question, but it sounded very awkward to Xia Qingchen.

He did not answer, but bowed three times upwards and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

He didn't say anything, and Jiang Muyu didn't get annoyed. She followed him to burn incense and asked, "Didn't you say you would take me to eat mooncakes? Where are the mooncakes?"

Xia Qingchen pointed to a plate of round white cakes on the altar, on which were engraved auspicious words. These were Xuan Cang's moon cakes, which they called Yuetuan.

He said, “That’s it.”

Jiang Muyu picked one up and took a look. It was white and didn't look soft. She frowned and said, "This doesn't look delicious either."

"Try it first."

She took a bite as she was told. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was much more delicious than it looked, but it didn't really look like a mooncake.

Forget it, she was too lazy to worry about it, it was all food anyway.

"Hmm - delicious." She sat on the futon and started eating.

Xia Qingchen sat aside and watched her eat.

When she eats, she likes to stuff her cheeks full and chew like a little squirrel, which is very cute.

He stared at her for a while, and suddenly felt something near his mouth. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that she had stuffed her half-eaten mooncake into his mouth.

There were still some biscuit crumbs on her lips. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Try it too."

He never eats food that has been eaten by others, but she had already stuffed it into his mouth and he forgot to refuse.

She saw his hesitation, and reacted, saying, "Don't worry, I just broke it open and ate it, so I'm not drooling."

"Hmm." Xia Qingchen took a bite of the moon ball.

It's sweet, with a fresh fragrance, and it tastes really good.

The two were eating when they suddenly heard noise coming from the door. Jiang Muyu felt like he was facing a powerful enemy and without saying a word, he pulled him to hide under the altar.