Because of the matter of the deposed crown prince, the Fourth Prince was not in a good mood. Since the master of the Fourth Prince's mansion was in a bad mood, the people in the mansion naturally did not dare to be too conspicuous and incur the displeasure of their master, the Fourth Prince.
But Taoyuan is different. No, it should be said that only the main campus of Taoyuan is different, especially the place where Jiaming is located.
She didn't care about the matter of deposing the crown prince; this was a huge issue, and the Fourth Prince would handle it.
As for whether it would displease the Fourth Master, Jiaming felt it shouldn't. She assured him with her keen senses that when the Fourth Master came to her, he didn't seem unhappy at all; on the contrary, he seemed much more relaxed.
Therefore, Jiaming lives the same way she did before.
That day, as usual, she was drinking tea in the outer room of Taoyuan while watching her youngest son, Hongjing, play with his little abacus on the mat.
Just then, Xiao Hezi walked in with a smile.
Without thinking, Jiaming looked at Xiao Hezi, wondering why he was in such a good mood, and said, "No need for formalities."
Xiao Hezi did not bow to Jiaming. He walked up to Jiaming and reported, "Master, news has come from the Eighth Prince's residence."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's new over there?"
Xiao Hezi said with a smile, "This is good news for our Peach Academy."
Hongtao and Lvliu, who were listening nearby, couldn't help but look at Xiao Hezi with bright eyes.
Jiaming narrowed her eyes, pondered for a moment, and said in a guessing tone, "Could it be that Wang, the one who plotted against me before, is dead?"
Xiao Hezi's smile froze instantly, then faded a bit, and his tone of voice became less excited.
"No, I was just reprimanded by the Eighth Prince and then fell out of favor."
"Oh, I thought it was good news that he died. It turns out he just fell out of favor!" Jiaming said with a disappointed look, picking up the pastries on the table and eating them.
Upon hearing her words, Xiao Hezi, Hongtao, and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths. Jiaming didn't care. She took a bite of the pastry, then picked up her teacup and drank some tea.
Finally, Green Willow broke the silence, saying speechlessly, "Master, even if that Wang woman isn't dead, her falling out of favor is still good news for us!"
“Exactly,” Xiao Hezi interjected, “Besides, now that the Eighth Princess Consort has regained favor, she’ll make things easier for Wang Shi, who used to lord it over her. This servant doesn’t believe it.”
Upon hearing Xiao Hezi's words, Hongtao and Lüliu nodded without hesitation. This shows how deeply the Eighth Prince's wife was known for her shrewdness!
Jiaming thought about it and agreed.
As the saying goes, other people's unhappiness is my happiness, especially when those other people are my enemies. Thinking this way, I immediately felt great.
While in high spirits, Jiaming hadn't forgotten her doubts. So, she swallowed the food in her mouth, wiped her hands with a handkerchief as she held the pastries, and asked Xiao Hezi, "By the way, Xiao Hezi, what exactly happened with Wang Shi and the Eighth Prince's wife, who fell out of favor and then returned to it?"
After saying that, Jiaming felt her mouth was a little dry, so she immediately picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea.
Just then, Xiao Hezi frowned and replied, "When Wang Shi spoke with the Eighth Prince, and when the Eighth Prince spoke with his wife, they were always avoiding people, so my men couldn't find out."
Jiaming didn't pay much attention to what she heard. She took another sip of tea from the teacup in her hand and said indifferently, "Never mind then, if we can't find it, we can't find it. There's no need to worry about it."
Seeing that his master didn't care, Xiao Hezi didn't press the matter and ordered the investigation to continue.
“However…” Jiaming put down her teacup and looked at her youngest son, Hongjing, who was staggering toward her with a small abacus in his hand.
"But what?" Xiao Hezi looked at his master Jiaming with a puzzled expression. "Master, please tell me."
While waiting for her youngest son, Hongjing, to stagger over, Jiaming said, "Without the protection of the Eighth Prince, Wang Shi will definitely be tormented by the Eighth Prince's wife. Have someone keep an eye on the Eighth Prince's residence. If there's any excitement, remember to have someone send it back to your master so I can have a good laugh."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Hongjing, who was walking unsteadily, walked smoothly to Jiaming. Jiaming picked up the little guy and placed him on her lap.
Xiao Hezi smiled gently at the young master, the Fifth Prince, and said, "I thought you had something to say, Master. Don't worry, I've already instructed them on this matter."
"That's good!" After saying that, Jiaming saw Hongjing looking at the teacup on the table in front of her and thought he was thirsty, so she picked up the teacup filled with cool boiled water and fed the little guy.
After taking a sip, the little guy frowned and refused to drink any more.
Seeing the little guy's familiar behavior, Jiaming understood what he meant. However, she just wasn't good at understanding and fulfilling the little guy's requests; she insisted that he ask for it himself.
Just as Jiaming had predicted, Xiao Hongjing said, "I want watermelon."
Lately, the little guy has been very thirsty and refuses to drink water properly. If he's not extremely thirsty, he always prefers to eat watermelon.
Of course, Jiaming wouldn't grant the little one's every wish this time, since the child is still young and has a weak stomach, and eating too much watermelon is not good.
This time, she recalled the little one's eating habits for the day. Fortunately, the little one was able to eat two more small pieces of watermelon today.
So Jiaming gestured to Hongtao, "Go and get a small piece of watermelon."
After the watermelon was brought out, the little guy picked up a small piece and started eating it by himself.
Jiaming stroked Xiao Hongjing's fluffy little head, and seeing his adorable chubby cheeks from eating watermelon, she couldn't help but put down her hand that was stroking the little guy's head and instead poked his chubby cheeks.
The little guy glared at his mother who was poking his face, then ignored her and continued eating his delicious watermelon.
Seeing that he ignored her, Jiaming became even more emboldened and poked him again, then twice.
The little guy Hongjing glared at his mother, but it seemed to have no effect.
Jiaming poked and poked the little guy's face. His face was so soft and felt so good to touch. Moreover, his cheeks were so chubby and cute that she kept poking him.
The little guy was extremely angry. His big, dark eyes widened even more, and his cheeks were not only swollen from eating watermelon, but also puffed up even more from anger, making him look even cuter!
Jiaming couldn't resist just now, and now she feels even more restless, with both hands itching to act.
And so, the little guy's cheeks were once again subjected to Jiaming's lovingly pinched hands.
Of course, the little guy has experienced a lot and has learned to rebel.
The little guy's eyes darted around, and then, taking advantage of Jiaming's inattention, he wiped his paws, which were covered in watermelon juice.
Those who noticed this, including Hongtao, covered their mouths and chuckled, none of them reminding Jiaming.
It took Jiaming quite a while to notice.
Looking at her stained clothes, she wasn't angry. She just chuckled and pinched the little guy's soft cheek again, saying, "You little rascal, you're quite cunning!"
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