The young master nodded aggrievedly, but in his heart he cursed Shen Weiwan and Xiao Yu a thousand times, thinking that the next time he saw them, he would definitely secretly sprinkle sand into their snack boxes.
At this moment, on the streets of the capital, people were gathering in teahouses, discussing the anecdotes about the General's Mansion and the Seventh Prince:
"Have you heard? His Highness the Seventh Prince sends snacks to the General's Mansion every day. Yesterday, he even snatched the lotus seed paste cakes that the young master of the Taifu family had just bought!"
"That's right! I passed by the general's mansion yesterday and saw a servant carrying in a whole box of honey. That's tribute from the Western Regions!"
"Tsk tsk, their relationship is as sweet as honey. I think the wedding date is not far away!"
"If you ask me, the person who will be the most difficult to mess with in the capital from now on is Miss Shen. With His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince protecting her, who would dare to mess with her? Even the Emperor would have to give her some face!"
Shen Weiwan lay on the windowsill, listening to the chatter of the servants outside the courtyard wall, and couldn't help but smile. Chuntao walked in with freshly brewed jasmine tea. Seeing her young lady grinning foolishly out the window, she joked, "Young lady, do you see how good the prince is to you? He even snatched the snacks from the Taifu Mansion for you. He really treats you like the apple of his eye."
Shen Weiwan took the teacup, the heat enveloping her face, making it hard to tell her expression: "Alright, alright, got it! Go put the honey His Highness sent into the warehouse quickly, before I use it to soak my feet and waste it."
Chuntao agreed with a smile, but she was thinking in her heart that when the young lady married into the Seventh Prince's mansion, there would be endless delicious snacks to eat and endless lively performances to watch every day.
Xiao Yu stayed at the general's mansion until sunset before leaving. Before leaving, he specifically reminded him, "Don't forget about the hunting grounds. I'll come to pick you up tomorrow morning. Remember to wear clothes that won't get dirty, or you'll say I didn't remind you."
Shen Weiwan stood at the foot of the hanging flower gate, watching Xiao Yu's carriage disappear into the alley, still clutching the candied plums he had slipped her before leaving. The golden glow of the setting sun cast a long shadow over her, stretching it like a quiet painting.
"Miss, why are you standing here smiling foolishly?" Chuntao poked her waist.
Shen Weiwan came back to her senses, her cheeks flushed, and she glared at Chuntao in reproach: "Go away! Who is laughing foolishly! I was thinking... thinking about what clothes to wear to the hunting ground tomorrow!" After saying that, she turned and ran into the house, but she couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of her mouth, and it grew wildly like grass in spring.
It seems this trip to the royal hunting grounds is bound to be a lively affair. And Xiao Yu's daily "feeding" is merely a minor interlude in this sweet tug-of-war. After all, for the Seventh Prince, being able to please his princess and, along the way, to trick those ignorant villains is life's greatest joy. As for those green tea lovers and scumbags still waiting to make a move? Just wait, they'll have their day.
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