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As they approached the palace gate, Meng Jiao jumped off the carriage wearing deerskin boots. She had on her hair a twisted silk hairpin made by Zhan Nanchu himself.

Xie Siyuan saw her lively scene from a distance and smiled instantly. Just as he was about to reach out his hand and say hello to her,

The next moment, another person came out of the carriage. He held a fiery red fox fur coat and completely covered Meng Jiao. The two of them said something to each other.

But he saw that Meng Jiao did not resist, and even smiled with curved eyebrows as if she was acting coquettishly towards that person.

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but Xie Siyuan felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't laugh.

"See your Majesty, long live your Majesty."

Seeing him approaching, Meng Jiao pulled Zhan Nanchu to greet him politely.

The sudden salute made Xie Siyuan a little confused. After he reacted, he hurriedly helped the man up.

After all, there was a rift between them.

Zhan Nanchu went to the palace to tell a story and attend the palace banquet. Meng Jiao really didn't want to sit in the palace. Not only did the food in winter still feel cold, so she returned to the palace early.

It was only when the carriage reached the gate of the Prince Regent's Palace that she discovered that a rather luxurious carriage had already been parked in front of the gate.

Then he looked at the person standing next to the carriage. It was his original body's grandfather, Mr. Yuan Chenqi.

The old and the young looked at each other for a moment, and finally Meng Jiao spoke first.

"Grandpa."

Yuan Chenqi's body, which was frozen stiff, moved slowly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be filled with joy, but he was still a little nervous, and he didn't know if this child really didn't blame them.

In the palace, Xie Siyuan waited anxiously for Zhan Nanchu's verdict. Zhan Nanchu glanced at him and asked him only one question.

"Wen Tao says that when a country is protected and the world is in order, benevolence and wisdom are hidden; when the world is in chaos, benevolence and wisdom flourish. Why is this so?"

Xie Siyuan straightened his back. Although he didn't understand what he meant by this, he still responded seriously.

"When a sage governs the world, he should refer to the laws governing the universe and follow the laws of nature. When the world is in order, a benevolent and sage ruler should keep his influence hidden. When the world is in turmoil, he should rise up to rectify the chaos and build achievements..."

Zhan Nanchu nodded and handed him all the information about his biological mother.

"Your Majesty is gifted and intelligent, which is a blessing to the people of Longning. I hope Your Majesty will not forget your original intention and keep moving forward."

After saying this, he turned around and nodded, leaving Xie Siyuan with a tall back view.

Xie Siyuan sat in front of the dragon table for a long time. He knew what the things in front of him were without even opening them.

Did he completely gain his approval? Or was there something else behind his words?

Zhan Nanchu got on the carriage back home, and Meng Heng happily caught up with him and personally took over the driving of the carriage from the coachman.

"Your Majesty, you knew that the little emperor was on guard against you, so why did you give him the evidence?"

In the carriage, Zhan Nanchu's eyes were gentle as he continued to polish the jade hairpin in his hand.

Hearing this, his mind slowly flashed back to the scene of his father dying of poison. How could he really not be on guard against the royal family?

His words today were both encouragement and warning. He hoped that the little emperor would not seek death easily. He was not his father, he was not patriotic, and he did not even mind destroying the country.

But in a few months, he will need another imperial edict from him, so today is just to make him happy for a while.

Suddenly thinking of the way he looked at Meng Jiao today, he spoke quietly,

"How's the progress in the palace?"

Meng Heng gathered his clothes and thought to himself that it was still quite cold this year.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. They have all been changed."

"Well, arrange for a few palace maids to enlighten the emperor."

"Yes."

The carriage slowly drove back to the palace. Zhan Nanchu said nothing more and focused his attention on the jade hairpin in his hand again.

Zhan Nanchu met Mr. Yuan on the second day after returning to Beijing. The two of them met at the famous Four Seasons Tower in Beijing.

As soon as he entered the private room, Yuan Chenqi patted his son on the shoulder and told him to kneel down in front of him.

Zhan Nanchu hurriedly stepped forward to help Yuan Fujing up, but he had no guilt at all for wanting to eat his niece's cabbage.

Not to mention that these two people were actually hired to help the little girl hold a coming-of-age party, his support for them over the past six months alone can be considered as doing his utmost.

As for whether they would interfere with his proposal to marry Meng Jiao, the little girl was not afraid of anything today, not to mention these two people who had never been close to each other.

"The entire Yuan family would like to thank His Majesty for his great kindness."

"No need to be so polite, please take a seat, and let's talk about organizing Jiaojiao's coming-of-age banquet."

"Okay, okay, let's talk business first."

Meng Jiao was totally unaware of this. She was lying on her familiar little bed after a long absence, sleeping soundly.

In the past six months or so, the puffs on her chest have grown a lot, but this one hasn't grown at all.

She thought it must be because she didn't get enough sleep at such a young age, so she forced herself to sleep for a whole day and night.

When she woke up again, Zhan Nanchu was sitting by the bed, holding her hand, with a pile of bottles and jars around him.

When Zhan Nanchu found that Meng Jiao had woken up, he stopped what he was doing and smiled softly at her.

Meng Jiao looked at him infatuatedly for a moment. It had been a long time since she saw him being so gentle.

"What is brother doing?"

"I'm helping Jiaojiao paint her nails..." Zhan Nanchu pointed at her feet and asked her to look.

The room was heated by a floor heater, making it warm.

Meng Jiao lifted her feet and found that all ten toes were neatly wrapped with something like lentil leaves and tied with cotton thread, like a row of small dumplings of different sizes.

"It's a little cold, haha, brother, don't touch the soles of my feet."

Seeing Meng Jiao moving, Zhan Nanchu hurriedly held her feet and put them back to their original position.

Unexpectedly, the little girl seemed to have been tickled and hid even more. Seeing this, he gave up completely and grabbed her feet in revenge, unwilling to let go.

Meng Jiao laughed so hard that tears were about to come out. She thought her body had become less sensitive in the past four years, but who knew that the soles of her feet were her second laughing point. They were so itchy.

Unable to save her own feet, Meng Jiao bit Zhan Nanchu's shoulder angrily.

Zhan Nanchu hissed. The little girl was really willing to bite.

Seeing her eyes curved into crescents, with the corners of her eyes stained with bright red and glistening with water, he quickly let go of her hand, but his throat suddenly felt a little dry.

"Okay, stop making trouble. I have something serious to discuss with you today."

Meng Jiao kicked him, thinking to herself that this guy was pretending to be serious.

"Tsk~ Let's discuss it. Brother, help me dismantle it. By the way, where did you learn this new trick?"

Zhan Nanchu accepted his fate and his heart was filled with sweetness when he saw how much she depended on him. He lowered his voice, as if he was looking at flowers in the fog, hazy and indistinct.

"Everyone who can take care of you is learning, it's just... you don't know it."

Meng Jiao didn't hear clearly,

"What did my brother say?"

"Nothing, Jiaojiao, is she going to get up? Brother asked them to bring some food."

As Zhan Nanchu spoke, he quickly unpicked the leaves in his hand, one by one, revealing the carefully painted nail polish inside.

Just looking at the slight pink, Zhan Nanchu couldn't help but frown.

I have already picked the reddest flowers, but the effect is not satisfactory.

I'm not worthy of her at all...

Meng Jiao saw him frowning and holding his feet, so she took a closer look.

In fact, he dyed it very well, the color is even, and the vermilion is moist, which is a true portrayal of "ten fingers are as red as jade shoots". The natural flower juice dyeing it into this is extremely beautiful.

"Thank you, brother. I like it very much."

After saying that, she pushed open the bottles and jars, climbed on top of him, hugged his neck tightly, kissed him and changed the subject.

"Brother, tell me, what do you want to discuss with me?"