Fu Ziyu stared blankly at the melon seeds in his palm.
"What are you staring at? Eat up. But the fun of eating sunflower seeds is in the process; just eating the kernels isn't interesting."
Yun Zhiyi dropped another melon seed into his palm.
Fu Ziyu snapped out of his daze, turned to look at her, her ears were red, and she gave a sweet smile.
"I'll practice hard." She put a sunflower seed in her mouth, her eyes crinkling into a smile. "Delicious."
Yun Zhiyi chuckled and handed him the small bag of sunflower seeds, saying, "It's just a pastime, don't eat too many."
Fu Ziyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, sister."
Yang Bo, who was standing next to him, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yun Zhiyi was fine after eating the melon seeds. Then he looked at Yun Zhiyi with a complicated expression.
There was gratitude, relief, emotion, and regret.
He thought, if only the young master's older siblings could be like her.
Unfortunately, in that kind of environment, it was simply impossible.
He used to think that Yun Zhiyi was too foolish to leave the Earl's Mansion.
Many in the industry viewed her decision to let go as a sign of weakness.
If it were them, they would choose to stay in the mansion, secretly take revenge on Wen Wan, and reclaim everything they had lost.
Even finding a good marriage through the influence of the Earl's family is a win-win situation.
But now that he has left the Earl's mansion, it is equivalent to leaving that circle completely.
Even if they become extremely wealthy in the future, they will still be nothing more than lowly merchants or commoners from the countryside.
She could only marry into an ordinary family.
Even if she manages to marry into a high-ranking family, she will most likely become a lowly concubine; what good will that do?
Look at Wen Wan, with the Earl's Mansion as her backing, she went to great lengths to throw people into prison, but they were still released in the blink of an eye.
At most, their reputation will be damaged.
Moreover, such methods were commonplace in the inner quarters of the household.
In a year or two, they'll probably forget everything.
At that time, relying on her status as the only legitimate daughter of the Earl's family, she could marry into a marquis's family and become the mistress of the house.
The contrast between their fates is even greater.
This is also why no one paid attention to Yun Zhiyi after she left the capital.
Because in their eyes, her fate was already sealed, and she was no longer of any value to them.
Yang Bogang had the same thought when he learned about Yun Zhiyi's situation.
But now he doesn't think so.
Everyone has their own way of living.
The path Yun Zhiyi chose may not necessarily be bad.
At least she lived a carefree and unrestrained life, without having to scheme and fight every day in that cage.
He knew that the young master also envied her.
Unfortunately, as the legitimate son of the King of Zhao, he had a half-brother who was eyeing him covetously, and a group of illegitimate sons and daughters who were always ready to tear him apart and take a share of the spoils.
The young master's life is destined to be anything but peaceful and tranquil, let alone carefree.
He thought to himself, "I'll let the young master enjoy himself during this time."
He has not yet spread the news that the young master's health has almost fully recovered.
At this moment, inside a house.
The grandfather and grandson listened to their subordinate's report with a slight look of surprise.
The Emperor Emeritus frowned. "Is the second son's child here too?"
Don't be fooled by the fact that the retired emperor is worried about his third grandson's health every day.
He had very little affection for his other children and grandchildren, and even his great-grandchildren.
In particular, the child from the second grandson's family was rarely allowed to enter the palace because he was frail from a young age.
He had only met her once, and it seemed they had only exchanged a couple of words, so there was naturally no real affection between them.
When I heard that he was also from Lufeng City, my first thought was how coincidental it was.
My second thought was, could it be that the person behind Yun Zhiyi is the Prince Zhao's Mansion?
But then I realized that wasn't quite right.
He knew his second grandson's personality well. If he had been hiding something so good, given his eagerness for quick success, he would have revealed it long ago.
Even if they could hold back and only act now, they wouldn't choose the remote city of Lufeng.
Is it the Rongguo Duke's Mansion?
That's not right either. The Rongguo Duke's Mansion and the Zhao Prince's Mansion are now one entity. They wouldn't hide such a good thing from him. You know, his second grandson has a naturally suspicious nature.
If the Rongguo Duke's mansion truly concealed this matter, even if they were still making plans for him, they would still be suspected.
Unfortunately, after a thorough investigation, all they could find was that Yun Zhiyi was now selling vegetables under a different identity.
As for where these special fruits, vegetables and teas came from, there was still no clue.
Clearly, fruits and vegetables are now being grown in her village.
The Emperor Emeritus's thoughts were similar to those of Fu Ziyu and the others.
It's unlikely that anyone would intentionally cultivate fruits and vegetables with medicinal properties to eat; there must be someone with superb medical skills or a deep understanding of pharmacology behind it.
If they can produce these vegetables, have they cultivated some rare and exotic plants that can cure all diseases?
His main concern was seeking medical treatment for his third grandson.
He stroked his chin. "Since Ziyu is here, let's go see him sometime. I heard that he's always been in poor health; I wonder how he is now."
Fu Tingchen snapped out of his reverie and nodded slightly.
Upon seeing this, the retired emperor asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Tingchen was about to speak.
Then a waiter came over and said that lunch had been prepared.
The Emperor Emeritus, realizing that the dishes were all purchased from Yunjian Restaurant, was eager to know if they were the same as those from Weimanzhai.
He then called to his grandson to get up, "Come on, come on, let's have our meal first."
At this moment, Yun Zhiyi and Fu Ziyu were also eating.
Right there in the vegetable shop, the dishes were all casually cooked by Yun Zhiyi in a small pot—the simplest clear soup noodles with a handful of bean sprouts and an egg.
The method is simple, but the taste is quite good.
Fu Ziyu blew on the noodles he ate, his nose turning red and his forehead covered in sweat.
On the other hand, Yun Zhiyi's face was completely dry.
He couldn't help but ask, "Sister Yun, do you have a mask on your face? Doesn't it feel stuffy?"
Yun Zhiyi raised an eyebrow and gently pinched her cheek. "Truly genuine, no deception. I only slightly touched up my makeup."
Fu Ziyu was surprised and stared at her face closely. "I can't tell at all."
Yun Zhiyi smiled slightly, "Want to give it a try?"
Fu Ziyu's eyes lit up. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, eat your noodles first, and I'll draw for you later."
She had a good impression of the child; he was smart, sensible, and not calculating in everything.
She had longed for a well-behaved younger brother or sister since she was a child.
Unfortunately, Cen's health was damaged and she was unable to have any more children.
None of those illegitimate sons and daughters were simple-minded, so she couldn't be bothered to interact with them.
Now this little guy has given her a taste of having a younger brother.
After finishing her meal, Yun Zhiyi took out her makeup bag.
Uncle Yang, standing to the side, didn't see her do anything; she just used a few pens to draw on her face.
But in the blink of an eye, the young master really changed his face, and it didn't resemble his previous face at all.
Yang Bo was astonished. There really was such an ingenious disguise technique. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he simply wouldn't have believed it.
"Is it ready? Let me see."
Upon hearing Yun Zhiyi say it was done, Fu Ziyu opened his eyes and curiously picked up the mirror.
When he saw himself in the mirror, his eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch himself.
"Is this...is this really me?"
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