Meng Zhao rolled her eyes. "How could I dare? What if he's not satisfied with the food and forces my Yingkelou restaurant to close down right then and there?"
Seeing her nervous appearance, Shen Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle. "Didn't I tell you? Although His Highness the Crown Prince is of noble status, he is not an arrogant person. He thinks you are interested now, so you will probably have a chance to see him again. Just be natural in the future. Although His Highness is young, he is very intelligent. He can see through whether others are sincere or not at a glance."
That's what she said, but when she actually stood in front of him, Meng Zhao became cautious again. After all, it was really hard for her to be unrestrained with someone who could take her life so easily.
As Shen Qinghe talked, the topic turned to the recent situation at home. For example, Gu Lanying had recently become obsessed with listening to storytelling and went to Mingxianglou almost every day. She had also made a group of like-minded sisters and often couldn't find anyone for a whole day.
Meng Zhao couldn't help but smile upon hearing this: "Isn't this great? Godmother has worked hard for many years, and now that she has the opportunity, she should enjoy herself."
Shen Qinghe had no complaints about this; he was just chatting with Meng Zhao. Later, they talked about Shen Qingze, who was now older and knew how to study hard. He had even sworn to Meng Zhao that he would become a top scholar like his second brother.
Seeing his ambition, Meng Zhao was naturally very pleased. She told Shen Qinghe what he had said, and Shen Qinghe specially set aside a day to check his studies. As a result, he was so angry that he didn't eat dinner, scolded him, and put him in solitary confinement, telling him to behave himself in the future.
"He finally realized he needed to improve, so you shouldn't discourage him too much. You should praise him more often so he can take you as his role model."
Shen Qinghe silently rubbed his forehead. "I want to praise him, but I just can't bring myself to do it. When I was his age, I could recite the Four Books and Five Classics backwards. Unlike him, who thinks becoming the top scholar is so easy." He then sighed again, "Qingyu, on the other hand, does have some talent, it's a pity..."
Meng Zhao sighed as well, but this was something neither of them could change, so he could only say, "It's alright, there are many paths in the world. A few days ago, I took her to the 'Floating White Poetry Society' in the south of the city. I think she likes it quite a bit and gets along well with the girls there. Who knows, she might become a female poet in the future."
The two talked for a long time until Meng Zhao fell into a deep sleep again. Only then did Shen Qinghe pull the sleeve she was clutching from her hand and slowly leave.
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