Yinreng was initially very nervous, but seeing her become nervous made him feel much better.
But her blushing face is also so cute...
Yinreng's ears turned red, feeling hot there, but with the person in front of him standing there, he couldn't touch them.
Seeing Jingrou's embarrassment, Yinreng considerately changed the subject.
He never tried to please anyone, but those who lived in the palace seemed to be born with a lot of cunning. What they saw and experienced from a young age gradually shaped them into a sophisticated and worldly person.
Even though Yinreng was still a child, he knew much more than Jingrou.
So Jingrou gradually opened up.
When I met him at the temple, I thought he was just a serious-looking old man, but I didn't expect him to be so gentle when he spoke.
Although he was only three or four years older than her, his words and actions seemed much older. Being looked at by a child with such tolerant and gentle eyes made Jingrou feel strange.
But he was really good-looking... Jingrou was a hidden fan of good looks, and when she saw the cute little boy in front of her, her heart was filled with strange affection and joy.
There's also the joy of being able to become friends with someone like that.
In any case, the person in front of her was the most beautiful and the most comfortable to be around among all the people her age she had ever met!
After all, Jingrou had seen some very cute but devilish children in modern times! Such children were simply outrageous, their devilish voices seemed to penetrate one's eardrums.
Thinking this way, Jingrou's dissatisfaction with the person who had rashly bound her to the system lessened somewhat.
The two children were able to chat about anything and everything. They talked about all sorts of random things, touching on several topics, some of which were quite rambling, but both of them seemed happy.
However, Yinreng also realized that the person in front of him only recognized the two of them as having met once before in the temple, but had no memory of what happened in the Imperial Garden.
In truth, Yinreng had always wanted to thank Jingrou. The umbrella hadn't actually shielded him from the rain much; his servants arrived shortly after. But the umbrella held a special meaning for him, and he still treasured it in his study.
But in Jingrou's mind, it was just a little girl extending a helping hand to a pitiful little eunuch.
However, after chatting for a while, Jingrou remembered that the purpose of her trip was to clear up the doubts of the person in front of her, and she had seen that he looked unhappy when she came over.
"The weather is so nice today. Since you're going out, why not cheer up?" Of course, she could tell he was unhappy earlier.
Yinreng didn't know why, but as he looked at the little girl in front of him, his eyes fell on the fine, downy hair on her forehead, and he suddenly felt an urge to confide in her.
Aside from his father, he wasn't close to anyone. Even the head eunuch who was currently by his side had only been transferred two years ago and hadn't really grown up with him.
That eunuch from before... had a silver tongue and could always make everyone happy. Such a person got along very well in the Qianqing Palace.
That was arranged by the Khan, and Yinreng trusted him completely, but then he suddenly disappeared.
Even though everyone in the palace kept it a secret from him, Yinreng knew that the eunuch had betrayed him by passing messages outside and had been dealt with by his father…
So the person you initially trusted is gone.
Therefore, he truly cannot retain people he can trust.
He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. His status as the Crown Prince created an unbridgeable gap between him and many people, and he had no close confidants. So, he subconsciously didn't want Jingrou to become someone who feared him.
"I have some assets in my family, and I also have several brothers..." The royal family, of course, has many assets and houses, and the princes are no exception.
I don't know why, but the two of them had been talking for a while, but neither of them had formally introduced themselves. Perhaps it was just a conversation between two people who were about the same age from the beginning, and it didn't involve family.
Jingrou nodded, realizing that the family must be extremely wealthy and powerful, far more than just having some assets.
“But with so many brothers in the family, there were many fights. …My father loved me the most, but my mother passed away. She was… the first wife…” Because he had to change the way he addressed his father, such as “father,” to something more understandable, he spoke haltingly at first, but as he continued, his speech became more and more fluent, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had accumulated.
Jingrou rested her chin on her hand, listening to the person in front of her speak.
She sighed inwardly. Sure enough, every family has its own troubles. Looking at his richly dressed appearance, he was still a pitiful person.
"Without a mother... she's truly pitiful..."
Apart from Khan Ama, no one truly cared about him. The Hesheli family might have some genuine feelings, but they were mostly after the family's status... Although they wouldn't treat him like a pawn to be manipulated, the feeling of being used was still unpleasant.
Sometimes he would wonder, if his mother were still here, would things be different?
With his mother around, more people paid attention to him, and even those eunuchs who used to bully him because he was ignorant would no longer exist.
Emperor Kangxi certainly did his best for Yinreng, but after all, he was the emperor and could not be by his side at all times, and the role of a mother was irreplaceable.
His eyelashes drooped down like a lifeless butterfly. Jingrou felt bad looking at his listless appearance.
“Actually, my mother also left when I was very young…” Jingrou puffed out her cheeks and suddenly said.
Yinreng raised his head, at a loss for what to do.
He was still young, and even when he inquired about Jingrou, the information he gathered was very limited. He only knew that she was currently living at her maternal grandfather's house and that she was in poor health...
As for the news of her mother's early death, most people keep it a secret and don't talk about it.
So Yinreng really didn't know.
"I don't know..." Yinreng stammered.
He felt that this was a wound in someone's body, and he didn't want to reopen old wounds.
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