Jiang Qingqing turned her head to look at Xiao Linting, her bright eyes full of anxiety and grievance.

[I only ate half of the orange...]

The more I think about it, the more aggrieved I feel.

She pouted her lower lip and looked at her uncle with grievance.

Xiao Linting originally wanted to say something.

But he had never seen the little guy look so aggrieved, and his heart, which had just wanted to negotiate, suddenly calmed down.

"Uncle Shang, how can you snatch food from a child?"

He looked at Xiao Shang seriously, and earnestly spoke up for Jiang Qingqing.

Jiang Qingqing grabbed Xiao Linting's finger. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes looked at Xiao Shang silently with a sense of condemnation.

In an instant, Xiao Shang became a great sinner.

He placed the crystal bowl in his hand on the table.

"It's okay, uncle. He is the elder, and you should give in to him."

Jiang Qingqing saw that Xiao Shang looked like he was taking the matter seriously.

She timidly said to Xiao Linting: "Qingqing has already eaten a lot before, it's okay, you can give it to the elders."

[I understand now. Faced with such a situation, it is indeed the routine of Little Green Tea that wins people's hearts.]

Jiang Qingqing was secretly proud of her acting skills.

Xiao Linting looked down at the little guy. He looked serious on the surface, but in his mind there was a gloating little baby voice.

Her inner thoughts were exposed.

Xiao Shang was the person involved and his experience was clearer than Xiao Linting's.

However, the other party was just a child, and the strangeness in his heart was quickly dispelled by himself.

Xiao Shang came over with a new orange. He wanted to coax the little girl, but she turned her head away, unwilling to accept the orange.

Just when Xiao Shang was about to say something to explain, someone came into the yard.

"Your Majesty, the carriage is ready. Shall we leave now?"

Jiang Qingqing turned her head to look at Nafu who was coming through the door, and suddenly remembered something.

"Where did Wanqing go?"

She slowly realized that she hadn't seen Wanqing for an entire afternoon.

Xiao Linting pointed in the direction of the door. Jiang Qingqing understood what he meant. She turned around and walked out of the room without mercy.

Xiao Shang stood there, hesitating what to say. Looking at the resolute back of the little princess, he suddenly realized something.

"Lin Ting, as expected, what our ancestors said makes sense, except that villains and women are difficult to raise."

Xiao Shang shook his head resignedly. He held the orange in his hand, feeling a mixture of emotion.

Xiao Linting turned his head and looked at Uncle Shang, who was full of emotion. He thought for a moment and said, "If you didn't tease her, she wouldn't be so angry with you. She is usually a good and well-behaved child."

What he meant was that Jiang Qingqing did nothing wrong, it was you who was wrong.

How could Xiao Shang not hear what Xiao Linting was hinting at? He stared at Xiao Linting with his eyes wide open in anger.

"Uncle Shang, do you have anything else to tell me? If not, Lin Ting will send the little prince back to the palace."

Xiao Linting seemed not to notice Uncle Shang's shocked expression. He bowed calmly.

Xiao Shang sighed, thinking that he had finally fallen into the hands of this little prince.

He turned around and took out two bottles of medicine from his huge medicine box. He turned to Xiao Linting and carefully instructed: "This bottle of medicine is used to remove scars. Little girls hate to have scars on their bodies. You should remind the little princess to use it. This bottle is for reducing inflammation of wounds, but her wound is the same as if she didn't have one. At most, it will hurt when it touches water. You should keep it with you just in case."

When Xiao Linting heard the word pain, he couldn't help but frowned.

He was about to speak when Xiao Shang saw what he meant, and he quickly said, "Don't, it's natural for a wound to hurt. Don't be soft-hearted and ask me how to make her feel no pain."

The rejection was spoken quickly, and it was obvious that this was a reaction that only someone who knew Xiao Linting could make.

Xiao Linting paused. He really wanted to ask this, but looking at Xiao Shang's stern expression, he retracted his voice.

Seeing that the other party had no desire to talk, Xiao Shang continued to remind him: "You too, there is no need to protect her so well. No matter how good she is, she is still a member of the royal family."

The implication was that Xiao Linting should not take it so seriously and think about his own affairs first.

After hearing this, Xiao Linting didn’t like it anymore. He frowned and turned to leave.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Xiao Shang chased after him and muttered to him like chanting a sutra.

"Look, you're like this again. I'm telling you the truth, but you keep a straight face, as if I, Uncle Shang, owe you something. Yes... I do owe you something."

Xiao Shang wanted to talk a little, but when he got to the topic of debt, Xiao Linting's cold eyes swept over him, forcing him to change the subject.

"You can't do this. Uncle Shang is thinking about your interests."

The two of them walked in the side courtyard, Xiao Shang chattering all the way, and although Xiao Linting's expression was indifferent, his round fingertips were twisting impatiently.

"Uncle Shang, when you are with the little prince, do you hear any voices in your mind?"

Xiao Linting looked at the gate not far away. He stopped suddenly and interrupted Xiao Shang's endless words.

Xiao Shang's mind was still confused. He thought about it carefully and finally understood that -

"What's going on? Could there be ghosts around the little prince?"

Xiao Linting: ...

He withdrew his helpless gaze and was too lazy to continue chatting with Xiao Shang.

He simply walked straight towards the door.

Jiang Qingqing climbed onto the carriage early in the morning. She couldn't wait to see what Yan Luo had found out.

After unwrapping the oil paper, she saw a bundle of carefully wrapped scrolls, and she untied the long rope that tied it.

He quickly read the contents of the envelope.

As she turned over sheet after sheet of paper, Jiang Qingqing's expression became increasingly gloomy.

Sure enough, the shop at the crossroads was really not simple. On the surface, the shop seemed to be founded by a local person in Kyoto, but that local person had traveled around the four states half a year ago and handed the shop over to his good friend Li to manage.

But Li was restless. Since his friend was out traveling, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to sell the shop second-hand and become the sub-landlord.

As luck would have it, the person who took over the rent and employment paid the silver with notes printed with the palace's special brand.

Let's talk about a man named Li. He had little experience but was very courageous. He took the palace's unique branded tickets to a small brothel to offer rewards. The brothel had never seen the world before, so it accepted the money without thinking.

The banknotes with the palace brand were extremely rare. The brothel girl took the unique banknotes to the famous hairpin shop to buy hairpins. When she was discovered, because of her humble status, no one believed that she could have contact with the palace, so they reported her to the government. After the government took over, the girl received the punishment she deserved.

This matter was not a big deal, but Yan Luo was able to find clues.

Jiang Qingqing became more and more satisfied with Yan Luo.

Since Mr. Li could get the tickets from the palace, he must be someone from the palace.

Who is it?

Jiang Qingqing frowned slightly and continued to flip through the contents of the letter.

What followed was the farce that happened when Jiang Qingqing and Xiao Linting met at the crossroads when they left the palace last time.

The purchasing staff of Fanlou was arguing with the people in that shop about the goods.

She felt that there was something wrong with this shop from the beginning.