"Your Highness, don't listen to her. Ling'er is making pastries today, tasting them as she goes, so she's not hungry at all," the girl named Ling'er immediately said coquettishly.
As she spoke, she looked to both sides, her gaze lingering on Hong Xiaoduo's side, then on Yuheng and Yaoguang, who were playing cat's cradle, before finally settling on Yuheng's face.
"Your Highness, this must be Princess Yuheng's younger sister. Ling'er greets Princess Yuheng." Ling'er asked with delight as she walked over to Yuheng and gave her a proper bow.
The movements were slow and rhythmic, with meticulous attention to gestures, posture, and stance.
Since the other party had gone out of their way to greet him, Yuheng naturally couldn't be impolite. He put down the red rope in his hand, took a step forward, and was about to return the greeting when he suddenly remembered something and looked towards his mother.
The eldest prince, Xiu, who was sitting below his father, began to introduce her: "Young Lady Ling is the granddaughter of Xiao Da Dong of Rongxin Trading Company. Xiao Ling is one year older than you, my sister. She met your father and mother a few years ago when they went to the Taoist temple to pray for you. In recent years, she has often come to the mansion to accompany my mother."
Upon hearing this, Yuheng smiled and nodded to the girl, saying, "Hello, Miss Ling."
On the way to her fiefdom, her sister Feiyan had taught her that in situations like this, she didn't need to respond with the same bow.
Xiao Ling seemed surprised by this, her expression faltering slightly before she quickly regained her composure and turned to signal the maid to come forward. The maid opened the food box and took out a plate of pastries: "Princess, please try them. Tell me which flavor you like, and I'll make them for you again next time."
Yuheng looked at the plate handed to him, which contained several exquisite peach blossom pastries and butterfly pastries, which were also very fragrant.
He reached out and took it, saying, "Thank you, Miss Ling. But I just had lunch and I really can't eat now. I'll try it later." After saying that, Yuheng casually placed the plate of snacks on the coffee table next to him.
"Your Highness, you must try these later. The Princess Consort loves the pastries my mistress makes. She personally picked out each sesame seed carefully, one by one, and even burned her hands while baking them," the maidservant added.
"Ling'er, did you burn your hand? Someone, go and get some burn ointment." Princess Yi gave the order with concern, and then beckoned Ling'er to her side.
Holding her teacup, Hong Xiaoduo watched as Ling Xiaoniangzi, who had already walked up to Princess Yi, hid one hand behind her back. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "No way, there's this kind of scene going on..."
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