160. No need to worry.
Jiang Xiyue ignored her second brother. She watched the little dumpling nibbling on the porridge and reached out to wipe the rice grains from the corner of her mouth.
The little dumpling quickened her pace, swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, grabbed the snack box from the table, and stuffed it into her little bag: "Moon, get ready!"
After the banquet last night, Xie Wenling attended several more social events and didn't return home until dawn. He simply couldn't take them to school today.
So this time, it was people from the Marquis of Beiding's residence who delivered them.
The two rode in a carriage towards the palace. Along the way, the little boy clung to the carriage window, looking out. Remembering the princes with their various expressions at yesterday's banquet, his little brows furrowed again.
She remembered what her mother had said to her father after returning to the manor last night. Her mother said something like, "With so many princes staying in the capital, things may not be peaceful in the future."
Although the little dumpling didn't understand what "not peaceful" meant, she vaguely knew that the fact that these princes were staying in the capital seemed to be related to the little prince and the emperor.
It seems they all want to seize the throne from the young prince or the emperor?
The little boy became more and more worried. What if all those princes wanted to take the little prince's position and his father? Would the little prince be heartbroken?
Upon arriving at the Wenhua Hall, the little girl lifted her skirt and ran off.
Her second brother and she split up to act separately, as was their mutual understanding.
Of course, he was going to borrow the little princess's homework to copy it, hoping to finish copying it before the tutor arrived.
Inside the Wenhua Hall, the young prince was hunched over his desk, intently arranging counting rods on paper, his brows slightly furrowed, as if pondering some difficult problem.
"Little Prince!" The little boy ran over, panting, his face flushed and his forehead beaded with sweat.
When the young prince saw that it was her, he stopped what he was doing, raised his chin, and said with a hint of smugness in his voice, "Little Moon, why are you so late? I've already solved several math problems."
The little dumpling didn't have time to answer. She moved closer to the little prince, tilted her head up, and gently tugged at his clothes with her little hand, her voice soft: "Little prince, you...you don't have to be sad."
The young prince paused, looking puzzled: "Why should I be sad?"
"It's...it's those princes from yesterday," the little dumpling tried to express her worries, "They're all staying here. What if...what if they steal your things? If you're sad, Yue'er will...wait, Yue'er doesn't think she can beat them...how about Yue'er shares some snacks with you?"
As she spoke, she took out an osmanthus cake from the box and handed it to the little prince.
After hearing this, the little prince was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. Like a little adult, he reached out and ruffled the little dumpling's hair, his tone full of pride: "Little Moon, what are you thinking! Father told me yesterday that all those princes combined are no match for me!"
He puffed out his little chest, moved the counting rods on the table aside, and, imitating his father's usual demeanor, put on a stern face: "Father said that I will inherit the throne in the future. Those princes are just here in the capital to study and learn etiquette. Their fathers all have to listen to the emperor. How dare they steal my things?"
The little boy blinked his round eyes, looking at the little prince's confident appearance, and his worries seemed to dissipate a lot: "Really? Is the little prince really more capable than all the other princes?"
"Of course!" the young prince patted his chest.
The little dumpling's eyes lit up as she listened, and her worries dissipated.
Just as she was about to say something more, she saw the little princess come over after borrowing her second brother's homework. Her eyes lit up when she saw the snacks in the little dumpling's hand: "Little Moon, you brought delicious food again? Where's mine?"
The little dumpling quickly handed over the piece she was holding: "Here you go! There's more in the moon box!"
As the little princess ate, she couldn't help but look at the little prince: "Um... Jiayou, I just heard from the palace servants that yesterday, some of the princes were secretly talking about you in the Imperial Garden, saying that you are too young to be the crown prince."
The young prince scoffed, "They're talking nonsense! Father has said I'm the Crown Prince, their gossip is useless!"
"But what if they have bad intentions?" The little princess's tone rarely carried a hint of worry. "Mother said that you can't see into someone's heart. Those people have left their hometowns to come to the capital. Who knows what bad things they might be up to!"
She thought for a moment, then patted the little prince's head: "Jiayou, from now on, you must take guards with you when you go out. They are skilled in martial arts and can protect you!"
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