"Because you call me a fairy."
Jiujiu felt that the Eighth Prince was good at everything. He was soft and adorable, but he liked to ask random questions.
How could there be so many reasons for being good to someone?
She liked the Eighth Prince. She felt that he was good, so she wanted to be good to him. Wasn't that normal? Why did he have to ask her "why" when it came to him? It was really annoying.
At this moment, the Third Prince walked to their side and handed Jiujiu the pastries that he had wrapped in a brocade handkerchief. He said with a smile, "This place is some distance from the city. I specially brought some pastries to allay your hunger. Miss, do you want to eat some to fill your stomach?"
Jiujiu looked at the Third Prince and casually picked up a pastry.
Just as the Third Prince thought that Jiujiu was going to eat, Jiujiu handed the pastry to the Eighth Prince. "You must be hungry after flying kites for half a day. Eat."
Although the Eighth Prince knew that the Third Prince would be unhappy if he ate the pastry, it was given to him by Jiujiu. He couldn't bear to not eat it, so he took the pastry and carefully ate it.
Seeing that Jiujiu handed the pastry to the Eighth Prince but didn't eat it, the Third Prince's smile couldn't help but become a bit stiff.
However, he knew that a great man knew when to yield and when to stand tall. He still smiled and said to Jiujiu, "I didn't expect Miss to be the Defender-general's daughter."
In response to the Third Prince's compliment, Jiujiu pursed her lips and smiled. She replied, "I also didn't expect you to be the Third Prince."
Hearing Jiujiu say that he was the Third Prince, the Third Prince's lips instantly curled into a smile. His complacent look made Jiujiu want to slap him.
Before the Third Imperial Prince could gloat, he heard Jiujiu say, "But, even people like us in the General's Manor, who practice martial arts from a young age, would never do something like losing their younger siblings. As a prince, how could you be so careless? It's really surprising."
Instead of receiving praise, he was ridiculed by Jiujiu. The Third Prince's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver. No matter how glib his tongue was in the past, he was unable to say a single word now.
Seeing that the Third Prince was speechless, Jiujiu chuckled and ignored the Third Prince. Instead, she lowered her head and said to the Eighth Prince, "I specially bought osmanthus cake today. Do you want to try it?"
The Eighth Prince nodded obediently. Jiujiu directly ignored the Third Prince and took the Eighth Prince to Zheng Weian's place to get the osmanthus cake.
Looking at the backs of Jiujiu and the Eighth Prince as they left, the Third Prince's face instantly twisted.
He originally thought that by taking the initiative to take the Eighth Prince out to play, he would be able to wash away the negative impression in Jiujiu's heart. But he didn't expect that Jiujiu actually still remembered what happened that day and kept saying that he was irresponsible. It really made him angry.
Jiujiu had just arrived in front of Zheng Weian when she raised her hand. Zheng Weian immediately took out the osmanthus cake.
When the package was opened, the fragrance of the osmanthus cake immediately wafted out. Although it was made with dried osmanthus flowers, because the shopkeeper was good at cooking, it had a special flavor.
Of course, it couldn't be compared to the imperial chefs in the palace.
However, no matter how good the imperial chefs' cooking was, they couldn't make it humane.
Just like the mung bean cake that Jiujiu gave him last time, the Eighth Prince ate the osmanthus cake very seriously.
The Eighth Prince held the osmanthus cake with both hands like a little hamster. His mouth opened and closed, and he even swallowed the crumbs. His cute appearance made Jiujiu laugh out loud.
Jiujiu pinched the Eighth Prince's cheek and looked up at Zheng Weian, who was smiling at her, and said, "Brother, in the future, you have to take care of Little Eighth for me at the National Academy."
Zheng Weian looked puzzled. "Little Eighth?"
And the Eighth Prince, who was eating the osmanthus cake, also looked up. His big eyes were big and puzzled.
The Eighth Prince's adorable look made Jiujiu so amused that she couldn't help but pinch his cheek again. She said with a smile, "It's you. Why? You don't like this nickname?"
The Eighth Prince said, "I like it. Thank you, Big Sister."
Zheng Weian was speechless.
She gave a prince a nickname and even made him call her Big Sister. His little sister had grown up.
After releasing the kites, it was almost time. The four of them formed a team and returned to the capital.
Jiujiu and Zheng Weian rode on the same horse, while the Eighth Prince and the Third Prince rode on the same horse.
Although Zheng Weian was a straight man, as a siscon, he was very meticulous about his little sister's matters.
Hence, the saddle was covered with a thick blanket. Even if the horse galloped, Jiujiu wouldn't feel uncomfortable at all.
And the Third Prince only treated the Eighth Prince as a tool. Naturally, he wouldn't care if the Eighth Prince felt uncomfortable. Hence, his saddle was completely according to his preferences.
The Eighth Prince was young and had tender skin. When the Third Prince galloped, the saddle rubbed against the tender flesh at the base of the Eighth Prince's thigh. The Eighth Prince's face instantly turned pale.
Seeing the Eighth Prince's forehead break out in a cold sweat because of the discomfort, Jiujiu hurriedly pretended to be uncomfortable because of the jolting of the horse and asked Zheng Weian to slow down.
When Zheng Weian slowed down, the Third Prince naturally slowed down as well.
Only then did the Eighth Prince feel a little better.
Because the journey was slower, they arrived at the capital much later than before.
The four of them randomly found a restaurant to have a meal and then went their separate ways.
After returning home, Jiujiu continued her confinement life.
And the Eighth Prince wasn't as comfortable as Jiujiu.
Because Jiujiu only talked and played with him and ignored the Third Prince, he earned the Third Prince's jealousy.
On the way back, the Third Prince questioned the Third Prince with an ugly expression, "Did you say something to Miss Zheng?"
Why did she ignore him so much?
The Eighth Prince repeatedly shook his head, "I did not say anything about Imperial Brother to Miss Zheng. I think that it's probably because I'm young that Miss Zheng is willing to tell me a bit more."
Since ancient times, men and women were not allowed to sit together when they were eight years old. Although the Eighth Prince was already eight years old, his appearance was very good. His white and tender appearance made him look like a little doll. It was very easy for people to forget that he was already eight years old.
Thinking about it like this, it could be explained.
But the Third Prince still felt a little uncomfortable. After sending the Eighth Prince back, he went straight to his imperial concubine mother's Yi Chun Palace.
Hearing the frightening report that the Third Prince had come over, Imperial Concubine Li quickly had someone bring in pastries and tea.
"Imperial Mother, I've returned."
Imperial Concubine Li immediately rose from her seat.
Looking at the Third Prince, who had entered the inner room to greet her, she quickly pulled him up. While sizing up the Third Prince, she said, "My son has returned."
The Third Prince picked up a cup of tea from the table and drank a total of three cups before quenching his thirst. Only then did he say to Imperial Concubine Li, "Mother, that Zheng Shuxian is very insensible."
"What is it? She didn't speak to you? " Imperial Concubine Li furrowed her brow. After thinking for a while, she said, "Although she came from a place like the general's manor, Imperial Daughter Changping is a sensible person. She's not young anymore. In another two years, she will be able to get married. Not speaking to you is very normal."
"If that was the case, it would be fine. It's just that she did not speak to son, but she continued to speak with eighth brother. She even gave the pastries that son gave her to eighth brother. It's truly infuriating."
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