The magpie suddenly remembered what had happened before and immediately added:
"When Miss went back to her room earlier, she forgot to bring any pastries and wanted me to fetch them. I didn't expect that Master would have them delivered to her. The pastries Miss ate were from the food box."
With tears welling in her eyes, Butler Mu sighed, "The imperial chefs in the palace are truly skilled."
The Grand Tutor was no ordinary person.
He didn't think that Zhi'er was willing to touch the pastries just because they were so delicious.
He thought for a moment and then asked, "Did Zhi'er also eat pastries when she met His Highness in the palace?"
Magpie hesitated for a moment, "After Miss came back, she said she ate in the palace, but she didn't say what she ate. However, His Highness sent people to deliver these pastries, so it's likely that Miss had eaten them in the palace and that His Highness specially sent them over again because he saw that Miss liked them."
The magpie spoke so much in one breath that it suddenly felt a little tired.
Having been with their young mistress for so long, she has become less talkative in recent years.
Sometimes he doesn't say a word all day.
They even managed to instill a habit in their personal maids.
That is, with just a glance or a gesture from the young lady, they know what to do next, or what the young lady needs.
The Grand Tutor nodded, indicating that he understood, and waved for the magpie to leave.
"Go back to serve the young lady, and store the pastries carefully," the tutor instructed.
After the magpie left, the Grand Tutor quickly turned around and strode towards the gate.
As he walked, he said to the steward, "Prepare the horses, I need to go to the palace immediately."
Butler Mu was startled. He had just returned from the palace, so why was he going back to the palace again?
But seeing the Grand Tutor's hurried manner, he dared not say anything more and immediately went to prepare the horses.
However, when the horse was brought before the Grand Tutor, Steward Mu couldn't help but speak up to dissuade him.
"Sir, how about we switch to a horse-drawn carriage?"
The Grand Tutor waved his hand, mounted his horse, and immediately galloped towards the palace gate.
He went to the palace earlier because of Zhi'er's engagement.
Unexpectedly, His Highness remained unmoved by either pleading or threats, refusing to continue.
He had no choice but to give up.
But now, it's her own daughter who likes it.
Even if it's just so his daughter can eat a few more bites of pastry, he'll find a way to continue this engagement.
When the Grand Tutor arrived at the palace, the palace servants dared not stop him. His Highness had once said that if the Grand Tutor came, there was no need to stop him.
As soon as the shadow appeared, the Grand Tutor strode over, his brows furrowed.
Didn't you just go back? Why are you here again?
Your Highness is already exhausted and needs to rest.
The shadow went over to try and stop him, but saw that the Grand Tutor was kneeling at the door, showing no intention of going in.
This whole thing left him completely baffled.
He dared not delay and immediately went inside to report.
Xuanming rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
"Your Highness, I will immediately send someone to escort the Grand Tutor back," Shadow said, noticing that Xuanming was unwell.
Xuanming was taken aback, then waved his hand, "Never mind, let the Grand Tutor in."
He had been with the Grand Tutor since childhood, so he was naturally familiar with the Grand Tutor's temperament.
If we don't let him in, he'll probably be kneeling outside all night.
As Yingzi grew up alongside Xuanming, she naturally understood the Grand Tutor's temperament.
He accepted the order and went out to invite the Grand Tutor in.
The Grand Tutor originally intended to speak at the door, but considering His Highness's poor health, he decided to go inside instead.
The Grand Tutor entered and knelt in the center, kneeling upright.
Xuanming asked calmly, "What is the Grand Tutor doing?"
The Grand Tutor said helplessly, "This old minister knows that Your Highness does not wish to delay my daughter's life, but this old minister has something else to say now, and I ask Your Highness to grant my request."
Xuan Ming turned his head, his tone somewhat puzzled, "Hmm?"
The Grand Tutor's tone was somewhat bitter, and he did not hide anything about the pastries, telling the truth as he spoke.
A moment of silence fell over the hall.
Neither Shadow nor Xuanming expected this unexpected turn of events.
"If Miss Mu likes the palace pastries, just have the imperial chef make more each day and send them to your residence. There's no need to trouble Miss Mu to go to the palace."
The Grand Tutor shook his head. “My daughter, alas, has been in poor health since childhood and rarely leaves the manor. Over the years, she has not had one or two friends. Yesterday, she entered the palace. Although she was physically exhausted, she seemed to be in a much better mood. She was no longer feeling sorry for herself. I suppose she had a very pleasant conversation with His Highness.”
After he finished speaking, the hall fell into an eerie silence.
We had a very pleasant conversation yesterday.
Miss Mu left coldly, refusing to ride in the sedan chair in a huff—that scene happened just yesterday.
Xuanming lowered his head and curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
The Grand Tutor probably doesn't know what happened in the palace yesterday.
The Grand Tutor also had his own selfish motives; he was unwilling to reveal the truth and say that his daughter had feelings for His Highness.
He was afraid that if his daughter found out, she would feel uncomfortable when they were together.
Furthermore, if His Highness knew, he would probably be even less likely to allow my daughter to get any closer.
Your Highness is kind-hearted, but this kindness is directed towards the Xuancang Continent and all its people.
He never cared about romantic relationships.
"Why must the Grand Tutor make Miss Mu suffer every day?" Xuanming looked at the Grand Tutor kneeling for a long time.
I had already sent Shadow to help the Grand Tutor up, but he refused.
For a moment, I was really in a dilemma.
The Grand Tutor said confidently, “My daughter had a pleasant chat with His Highness in the palace and ate a few pastries. Over the years, no matter how bitter the medicine she drank, she never tasted a single pastry or candied fruit. Now that she is willing, this old minister will naturally fulfill her wish.”
"Oh? Does the Grand Tutor mean that Miss Mu's wish is to come to the palace every day to dine with me?" Xuanming stared at the Grand Tutor thoughtfully.
The Grand Tutor calmly denied it, saying, "This old minister has no other thoughts. My daughter is unwilling to agree to the marriage. This old minister only has one daughter, and naturally does not want to be a bad father."
If my daughter were to accompany Your Highness to meals every day, and Your Highness were to offer more words of encouragement, this old minister would be delighted.
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