Jiang Luoluo took Dingdang and Xie Zhichen for a whole day stroll through the streets of Beijing.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the streets are bustling with vendors, a variety of performances, and crowds of people.
As dusk settled, after the three of them had dinner at Zuiyue Tower, Xie Zhichen began to yawn frequently.
He rubbed his round eyes and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Pretty sister, I'm a little sleepy!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but rub his fluffy little head and said gently, "Okay, I'll take you back to your residence now."
However, as soon as she stepped out of Zuiyue Tower, she saw Xie Yizhi's carriage waiting at the door.
The candlelight outside the carriage flickered, illuminating the night, just like the man himself—composed and unassuming.
Xie Zhichen had already fallen into a deep sleep in Jiang Luoluo's arms, his breathing was long and even, and he seemed exceptionally quiet and obedient.
Xie Yizhi reached out and took Xie Zhichen from Jiang Luoluo's arms, his long, slender, and cool fingertips accidentally touching her soft and delicate fingers.
His heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush crept onto his ears.
After settling Xie Zhichen in, Xie Yizhi stepped down from the carriage, his gaze inadvertently falling on the fireworks blooming in the distance. The dazzling flames adorned the night sky like a dream.
He coughed lightly to cover up his slight unease, and said in a tentative yet gentle tone, "Miss Jiang, you probably rarely have the opportunity to visit the night markets in the capital, right?"
If you have some free time right now, how about I accompany you for a walk? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the night market is quite different from usual.
Xie Yizhi's eyes held a hint of expectation, yet he waited cautiously for her response.
“Great! I’d also like to check out the Mid-Autumn Festival night market in Beijing!” Jiang Luoluo smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with playful enthusiasm.
Xie Yizhi looked at her smile, his heart trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved up as well.
The two walked side by side toward the bustling night market, their figures appearing exceptionally harmonious in the dim light.
Dingdang and Mofeng followed quietly behind, while Moyang carried Xie Zhichen back to the mansion.
Inside the carriage, Mo Yang picked up a thin blanket and covered Xie Zhichen with it, afraid that the young prince would catch a cold.
Unexpectedly, Xie Zhichen suddenly sat up abruptly, startling Mo Yang. "Young Master! Why did you suddenly wake up?"
Xie Zhichen looked at him seriously and muttered, "Brother Moyang, I wasn't asleep. I was just pretending!"
Mo Yang looked on in astonishment and turned to look at him. "Are you faking it?"
Xie Zhichen sighed deeply, looking like a little adult, and said with concern, "Sigh, Father is so old and still hasn't found a wife. I'm so worried about him!"
Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Young Master, these things can't be rushed!"
Xie Zhichen frowned and pouted, saying, "Can't we hurry? If I don't help Daddy, he and the pretty sister will miss each other!"
Mo Yang chuckled and poked Xie Zhichen's little head. The young master's appearance really resembled Miss Jiang's quirky and mischievous nature.
Jiang Luoluo stopped in front of a mask stall, her gaze falling on an exaggerated Sun Wukong mask.
She picked up the mask, turned around with a smile, and held it up to Xie Yizhi's face. "Your Highness, this suits you very well!"
Xie Yizhi leaned forward slightly to cooperate, lowering his head and letting her put the mask on his head.
The girl's fingertips brushed against his earlobe unintentionally, carrying a hint of warmth, gently touching his nerves.
His heart felt a tingling sensation, as if brushed by a feather, and his ears immediately flushed a light red.
Jiang Luoluo took a step back, crossed her arms, and looked him over, her smile deepening. "Your Highness looks a bit like the Monkey King!"
Xie Yizhi raised his hand to touch the mask on his face, then suddenly took two steps closer to Jiang Luoluo, the distance between them suddenly closing so that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.
He lowered his eyes and sighed softly, his tone low and tinged with emotion: "Unfortunately, Supreme Treasure never found his Fairy Zixia."
Jiang Luoluo was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then looked up at him with a puzzled expression: "Fairy Zixia? Your Highness actually knows about her story with Supreme Treasure?"
Xie Yizhi remained calm and casually replied, "I read it in a storybook."
Jiang Luoluo was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and saying, "I didn't expect Your Highness to also like reading such boring picture books!"
Xie Yizhi smiled, but there was a hint of something unfathomable in his eyes: "Sometimes even mundane things can be written in a way that touches the heart."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Luoluo felt a slight tremor in her heart, as if a string had been gently plucked.
Their eyes met, and Jiang Luoluo felt her heart race. It was as if time had frozen, the noise of the world had vanished, and only their gazes intertwined in the air.
As the crowd surged, someone accidentally bumped into Jiang Luoluo, causing her to lose her balance and fall.
In that instant, a strong arm suddenly pulled her into an embrace.
Jiang Luoluo's cheek was pressed tightly against his warm chest, and the strong heartbeat could be clearly heard, echoing in her ears.
Those large, strong hands held her slender waist firmly, and she immediately felt a subtle heat spread across her face, her cheeks instantly flushing with a blush.
Brilliant fireworks burst above their heads, illuminating their faces with dazzling light.
Just then, a sharp female voice suddenly rang out: "General Gu just got married today, and my cousin is already so eager to throw herself into the arms of another man?"
Jiang Luoluo gracefully rose from Xie Yizhi's embrace, her steps elegant. She walked a few steps to Jiang Yunjiao and asked in a calm tone, "Is my cousin's high fever gone?"
Jiang Yunjiao was furious and gritted her teeth, saying, "This is all your doing!"
Jiang Luoluo replied calmly, "Is my cousin tired of the food at the Ministry of Revenue's residence and wants to try the food at the Court of Judicial Review?"
Jiang Yunjiao was speechless for a moment. She glared angrily at the man wearing the Sun Wukong mask and threatened him fiercely, "You flirt with other men outside and even dare to exchange glances with His Highness Prince Yi."
I will definitely tell His Highness Prince Yi to be careful of a woman of questionable character like you!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold, authoritative male voice rang out, "Miss Jiang, do you have business with me?"
Long, slender fingers slowly removed the mask, revealing a cold, handsome face beneath, and a sharp gaze swept over.
Jiang Yunjiao was so startled that she immediately took a step back. "Your Highness Prince Yi, is that you?"
Xie Yizhi gave a cold laugh, his tone as icy as frost, "Hiring someone to commit murder is punishable by death. If there's a next time, even your uncle can't protect you!"
Seeing Xie Yizhi protecting Jiang Luoluo so fiercely, Jiang Yunjiao felt a mix of anger and anxiety, yet she was helpless. She stomped her foot angrily, tears welling up in her eyes, but ultimately couldn't help turning away.
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