Rong Qingqing stared at the sachet on his waist, looking conflicted. "But it's really ugly. It's not appropriate for you to wear it like that."
"If I say it's suitable, then it's suitable." Xie Jingrun touched the sachet at his waist and asked, "What's inside?"
“Shavings of agarwood.” Rong Qingqing said absentmindedly, pondering how to get him to take the sachet off. Then, her eyes lit up. “That’s right, I have another, prettier sachet.” With that, she turned to get it.
Looking at the beautiful and unique sachet in her hand, Xie Jingrun showed little interest. "I don't want it."
Rong Qingqing frowned. "Why not? This sachet is so pretty." If it weren't for the fact that Hua Yin also liked this sachet, she wouldn't have had the idea of embroidering one for Xie Jingrun herself.
But it turns out she really didn't have a talent for needlework.
Even with Xingchun's excellent skills, teaching her step by step couldn't save her.
"It's not like you embroidered it yourself. No matter how beautiful it is, I don't like it." Xie Jingrun placed his hand on the sachet at his waist to prevent her from suddenly lunging at him and snatching it.
Seeing how much he treasured it, Rong Qingqing was speechless.
"Then don't blame me if you embarrass yourself wearing it out."
"You embroidered it for me yourself; others will only be jealous and envious of me," Xie Jingrun said nonchalantly.
Rong Qingqing couldn't bear to discourage him, so she thought for a moment and said, "Then it's up to you." Anyway, she had made up her mind that she would never touch an embroidery needle again, so as not to embarrass herself.
As the two were talking inside, Xiao Tao's voice cautiously rang out from outside, "Your Highness, Princess, the Prince requests your presence in the study."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing suddenly remembered that the two of them had just walked hand in hand in front of everyone.
"It's all your fault." She stomped her foot, unsure how to face Xiao Zhen for a moment.
"What's the panic? Your father will find out sooner or later." Xie Jingrun didn't care at all. "If you're worried, stay here. I'll go alone."
Rong Qingqing frowned. "Never mind, I'll go with you." What's with her hiding?
"Are you worried about me?" Xie Jingrun asked with a smile.
"What are you worried about?" Rong Qingqing asked, puzzled.
Xie Jingrun moved closer. "Are you worried your father will make things difficult for me?"
Seeing the man suddenly approaching, Rong Qingqing felt flustered and immediately took a step back. "You're overthinking it. You're the Crown Prince. How could my father dare to make things difficult for you?" With that, she pushed him away and walked out first.
Xie Jingrun watched her flee in panic, a slight smile playing on his lips, and followed her out.
"Qingqing".
A man's soft voice suddenly came from behind him.
As soon as Rong Qingqing turned her head, something cool disappeared into her hair.
"What?" Rong Qingqing asked in confusion, raising her hand to touch it, wanting to take it off.
"Let's look at it when we get back," Xie Jingrun stopped her, then looked down at her. "Happy New Year."
Rong Qingqing paused for a moment, then said, "Happy New Year."
"This is the first New Year's gift I've given you, so please wear it carefully." Xie Jingrun looked at the pearl hairpin in her hair, a smile playing on his lips, quite pleased.
Hearing him say that, Rong Qingqing became even more curious, but she restrained herself and did not take it off.
Seeing the sachet hanging from his waist made me even more ashamed.
How could she possibly present something like that!
"This sachet is also the first New Year's gift you ever gave me. I like it very much and I will wear it carefully," Xie Jingrun said with a smile when he saw her gaze fall on the sachet at his waist.
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