Nan Xiang shuddered all over, the chill running from the soles of her feet to her forehead, and her hair stood on end.
"father."
Ye Qianning stood up and leaned towards Nan Xiang.
Xiang Minghou responded and sat down: "What are you standing for?"
Ye Qianning patted Nan Xiang's shoulder gently and sat down with a smile.
Nan Xiang lowered her head like a bean sprout, not daring to move, absolutely not daring to move.
"You must be Princess Nanxiang."
Xiang Minghou spoke first.
When Nan Xiang was named, her back stiffened and she almost cried. In her dream, when the King of Hell was judging her, the first sentence he asked was the same. The next sentence was to list her crimes and throw her into the frying pan!
"I was quite drunk yesterday, so I'll have some porridge to nourish my stomach this morning."
"Forehead……"
Nan Xiang was stunned and looked up with a hint of surprise.
It just happened to touch Xiang Minghou's dark face with scars. At this moment, there was no hostility on his face, but it was very peaceful.
At this moment, he was holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, serving a bowl of porridge. He half stood up and the bowl of porridge fell in front of her.
"Drink porridge first, then eat the food."
Xiang Minghou's calm voice was approachable. After putting it down, he poured another bowl for Ye Qianning: "Same to you."
"knew."
Xiang Minghou had a smile on his face, and his eyes were soft and doting.
Nan Xiang was stunned. This person looked completely different from the one in her dream. It seemed...
"how?"
As if noticing Nan Xiang's gaze, he looked up at Ming Hou.
"No...it's okay, thank you Uncle Xiang."
Nan Xiang immediately shook her head, holding the porridge in both hands and started drinking it. Because she drank too hastily, she choked a few times.
"Slower."
Ye Qianning reached out and patted her on the back.
Nan Xiang recovered and wiped her mouth, stealing a glance at Ming Hou. The more she looked, the more she felt that the scar was not scary at all.
“It’s…it’s really delicious.”
"It tastes good, uncle will give you another bowl"
Nan Xiang subconsciously handed the bowl over.
Xiang Minghou took it, filled a bowl and placed it in front of her naturally. He sat down and picked up a few of Ye Qianning's favorite dishes, then picked up his chopsticks and ate.
Nan Xiang held the bowl in both hands and kept observing, unable to believe that Xiang Minghou would serve her porridge.
"See if I can feed you?"
Xiang Minghou didn't want to pay attention, but the other party's gaze was too strong, so he couldn't help but speak out.
Upon hearing this, Nan Xiang immediately lowered her head and drank her porridge, as obedient as a rabbit.
Ye Qianning took a look, then turned to meet his father's gaze, shook his head and laughed.
Xiang Minghou shrugged and lowered his head to eat.
After breakfast, Xiang Minghou did not disturb the little girl and left the yard after eating.
Nan Xiang was still in a daze and felt that it was unreal to be sitting down to eat with Xiang Minghou: "Aning, does your father usually eat with you?"
“At home, we basically eat together.”
"Tsk, I suddenly feel that your father is better than my father."
"...? Don't you think my dad is scary?"
Nan Xiang shook her head. "Uncle Xiang is completely different from what I dreamed of, and also different from what the outside world has said. Today, Uncle Xiang served me two bowls of porridge. My father has never served me porridge before."
"A bowl of porridge changed your mind?"
Ye Qianning felt that she was able to adapt quite quickly.
"Not entirely. I also see some gentleness in Uncle Xiang's eyes." Nan Xiang paused. "I feel like Uncle Xiang is a cold-hearted person."
"That's true. My father is just not good at speaking."
Dad felt that he could do it with his hands instead of with his mouth. No matter how much he wasted talking, it would not be as effective as just swinging a stick.
Nan Xiang agreed, then remembered something: "Where did you find your chef?"
"I don't know."
The cook was brought from Siyinfang by the concubine on the day she entered the mansion.
"Please ask for me later. The food and porridge they cook are very delicious. I wonder if you can write down the recipe so I can take it back to the chef at home and learn from him."
"good."
Nan Xiang leaned back in her chair contentedly.
"Miss."
The butler stood at the door and knocked.
"What's up?"
"Princess Changyang and the Third Princess are here."
Nan Xiang immediately stood up and jumped up on the spot when she heard this: "It's over, it's over, my mother will definitely come to arrest me."
"Please ask the two princesses to go to the hall." Ye Qianning stood up and looked at Nan Xiang who was pacing anxiously with a smile: "What are you afraid of?"
"I snuck out of the detention room yesterday."
"I just sneaked out, why are you so scared?"
Nan Xiang saw her disbelief and scratched her head: "I just secretly gave Aunt Feng some drugs..."
"You're really brave."
Nanny Feng is the wet nurse of Princess Changyang. Although she is a nanny, the princess treats her as her own mother.
"I came to see you in a hurry, and I only dropped a little bit. Aning, you must say something good for me later." Nan Xiang pulled up her sleeves and pouted her lips pleadingly.
Ye Qianning rubbed her head: "Let's go."
"You must say more good things about me, and it would be best if you could praise me highly."
"Haven't you heard that the higher you lift, the harder you fall?"
Nan Xiang hugged her arm and rubbed her shoulder with her head. "I'm okay with falling. I'm tough, so I'm not afraid."
Ye Qianning laughed. Her temperament was completely inherited from Prince Changyang, hot-tempered.
In the hall.
Princess Changyang and the Third Princess sat in the guest seats. After they sat down, the servant came up immediately to serve them tea.
The Third Princess took a sip from the cup, looked around the hall, and her eyes fell on the door.
Princess Changyang had a faint smile on her face, and she seemed a little nervous as she twisted the handkerchief between her fingers.
After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door. Princess Changyang's heart trembled, and she subconsciously stood up when two figures entered the room.
The Third Princess also stood up immediately.
Ye Qianning walked into the hall. Nan Xiang held her arm and walked slowly, intentionally hiding behind her.
When Princess Changyang saw his appearance clearly, she was stunned on the spot, with shock in her eyes that took a long time to subside. Even though she had heard her own prince tell her that Ye Qianning was good-looking, she was still shocked when she saw him.
better?
It is hard to find such a look anywhere in the world.
The smile on the Third Princess's lips froze, and she was also shocked. She had heard Ye Qianning's name many times from the Third Prince and Lin Hui, but no one had ever told her that Ye Qianning was so stunningly beautiful.
Ye Qianning raised his eyes to meet Princess Changyang's shocked gaze, smiled slightly, and bowed: "Greetings, Princess."
Hearing the voice, Princess Changyang was startled and suddenly came back to her senses. She walked up to her in three or two steps and lifted her up with both hands: "You...you are really Ye Qianning."
When acquaintances meet, it seems that the first thing everyone says is uncertainty.
Ye Qianning was used to it and nodded with a smile.
"Of course she is Aning." Nan Xiang's head popped out from behind Ye Qianning.
Princess Changyang glanced at her briefly, her shocked and excited eyes falling on Ye Qianning's face again: "You've grown up, and you're completely different from when you were a child."
Nan Xiang had never seen her mother look at her so 'roughly' before, and was a little shocked.
"I heard that you were seriously ill a few days ago. Are you feeling better now?" Princess Changyang pulled her to sit down.
"They are all old illnesses, and they are already healed."
Ye Qianning looked at the princess in front of him. Although she was nearly forty years old, her skin was well maintained and she was as dignified and elegant as she was back then.
The third princess next to her was wearing a dark dress, which looked a bit plain and elegant, with only a few pearl hairpins in her bun.
When the Third Princess saw Ye Qianning looking at her, a slight smile appeared on her slightly pale face.
“Old illnesses should not be ignored and should be treated well.”
"It's so easy to keep alive after being shot through the chest by an arrow." Nan Xiang couldn't help but interrupt.
“…”
Princess Changyang paused, turned her head and glared at her: "Stop talking! I'll settle the score with you when I get back for what happened yesterday."
"I... Aning just arrived in Beijing and doesn't know anyone. She's sick and can't go out. She must be so lonely staying in the yard all by herself." Nan Xiang pouted and moved closer to Ye Qianning: "I have to talk to her to cheer her up."
Princess Changyang's frown softened a little after hearing this: "You're such a smooth talker, always making a fuss and making trouble. Qianning needs to rest and recuperate, so stop causing trouble."
"I didn't." Nan Xiang shook Ye Qianning's arm: "An Ning, do you think so?"
"My queen, I really don't have many friends in the capital. I'm glad that Nan Xiang still remembers me." Ye Qianning placed her fingers on the little hand that was pulling her arm. She was indeed the only girl he had known and been close to since childhood.
This sentence reminded Princess Changyang of ten years ago.
He sighed slightly and said in a serious tone, "There will always be a place for you in the Changyang Palace."
"Thank you, Princess."
"Silly child, you don't need to thank me."
Princess Changyang raised her hand and touched her hair.
Ye Qianning nodded.
"Mom, since you love Aning so much, can I stay here for a few days?" Nan Xiang took the opportunity to test her.
Before Princess Changyang could say anything, Nan Xiang immediately stretched her neck and said, "Aning has someone to relieve her boredom. She is in a better mood and her illness will heal faster.
"Don't use Qian Ning as a shield. All you do is play around all day."
"No, Mom, I really want to play with Aning."
"Qian Ning just moved back, and there are a lot of things to do at home. You should stop making trouble."
Nan Xiang pouted.
"Nan Xiang, the room in the mansion hasn't been cleaned up yet. If you want to come and stay, I'll have someone clean up the room another day. It won't be too late to come and stay with me then." Ye Qianning saw the princess's embarrassment and spoke to ease the situation.
Nan Xiang didn't get what she wanted, and was glared at several times by her mother. She could only nod and say, "Okay."
Princess Changyang seemed relieved.
"Princess Third, I heard that the Third Prince came back and was punished. Is he okay now?" Ye Qianning tilted his head to look.
The Third Princess was sitting nearby. She wasn't very familiar with Ye Qianning, and couldn't interrupt their conversation. She sat quietly by the side. Suddenly, she was stunned for a moment when she heard the question, then smiled and said, "Not bad."
Ye Qianning nodded slightly.
The Third Princess saw that the other party just nodded without saying anything. She wrapped her fingers around the handkerchief and moved her lips a few times but ultimately did not speak.
'Boom'
There was a rumble of thunder in the sky outside.
The sky has been gloomy since yesterday, with muffled thunder rumbling. It's going to rain.
"It looks like it's going to rain." Princess Changyang stood up and said, "Qianning, you're not feeling well. Get some rest. We'll be heading back first."
"My lady, please have lunch before leaving."
"No, come to my house some other day and I'll ask the cook to make you something delicious."
"good."
Nan Xiang: "The chef in our house doesn't cook as well as the Xiang family's chef."
“…”
The third princess also stood up, and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself several times.
Seeing Princess Changyang say goodbye and walk out the door, he finally said nothing and followed her out. (End of this chapter)
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