Feng Jiu’er was brought to the Crown Prince’s Yuyang Palace.

As far as she could remember, this seemed to be her first time in this place. The moment she entered, by some remarkable stroke of coincidence, she looked up and caught sight of a familiar figure.

“Crown Prince Brother, you’re back…” Feng Qingyin could never have imagined that on Zhan Yuheng’s horse, there would also be a girl.

Feng Jiu’er!

That wretched Feng Jiu’er — she actually had the nerve to ride back on the same horse as Crown Prince Brother! How utterly shameless!

Feng Jiu’er’s mood had been low, but the moment she saw the look on Feng Qingyin’s face — as though she had swallowed a fly — her spirits lifted at once.

The gloom of being abducted by Zhan Yuheng was swept clean away in an instant.

“Qingyin Sister, what a coincidence — you’re here too.” She said with a grinning smile, not even dismounting, simply leaning down from the horse to look at her from above, in a position of clear superiority.

Feng Qingyin had absolutely no desire to crane her neck to speak to this woman, but — Crown Prince Brother was still on the horse.

In front of Zhan Yuheng, she could not afford to let her manners slip, not for a lady of her standing.

No matter how much resentment churned inside her, she could only force a smile and look at Feng Jiu’er with a polite nod: “Mm, what a coincidence.”

Her gaze quickly shifted to Zhan Yuheng, and she said in a gentle voice: “Crown Prince Brother, I heard you were returning to the city today, so I specially made some refreshments for you — I made them by hand. You…”

“Oh! There are snacks! Heng Brother, I want some too!” Feng Jiu’er clapped her hands with great excitement.

Feng Qingyin’s expression shifted slightly at once. She looked at Zhan Yuheng, aggrieved hurt swimming in her eyes: “I… I made them with my own hands.”

“Although I’m sure anything Qingyin Sister makes must taste dreadful, I really am starving right now.”

Feng Jiu’er watched as Zhan Yuheng leapt down from the horse with ease, and she pursed her lips: “Can I have some?”

“Of course.” Zhan Yuheng’s tall, slender figure stood beside the horse. He stretched out his hand toward her: “Come down — I’ll catch you.”

“Alright.” This time, Feng Jiu’er was remarkably well-behaved. She reached out and took hold of Zhan Yuheng’s arm, and climbed down from the horse with movements that were a touch stiff.

In truth, getting down was nothing difficult for her — a single flip and she would have been on the ground.

But with Feng Qingyin standing right there, why on earth would she get down on her own? The Crown Prince was right there to help her — wasn’t it better to have someone attending to her?

This kind of treatment — Feng Qingyin herself had probably never enjoyed it once, had she?

Sure enough, seeing Zhan Yuheng personally help Feng Jiu’er dismount, Feng Qingyin’s complexion changed entirely.

She wanted to make a scene, yet with Zhan Yuheng present, she did not dare utter so much as a sound of protest.

Those eyes, poisoned with resentment, fixed on Feng Jiu’er in secret, filled with a desire to tear her apart!

Unexpectedly, Feng Jiu’er suddenly raised her head and stared straight back at her.

There was no time for Feng Qingyin to conceal the hatred in her eyes. She was still in a moment of stunned surprise when Feng Jiu’er suddenly stuck out her tongue and pulled a face at her!

“You…”

“Heng Brother, I’m about to die of hunger — can we go eat Qingyin Sister’s snacks now?”

Feng Jiu’er paid her no mind whatsoever, and tugged at Zhan Yuheng’s sleeve.

“Mm.” Zhan Yuheng gave a nod. All the people below him knew how to get things done, and they immediately went inside to make preparations.

Feng Qingyin’s refreshments had been laid out in the great hall. The maids brought warm water for them to wash their hands, and the moment Feng Jiu’er had cleaned her hands, she reached out and picked up a piece of the confectionery.

Feng Qingyin was furious — truly, genuinely furious. She had made these snacks for Crown Prince Brother, and it had taken her a long time! How dare Feng Jiu’er eat them — what right did she have! Crown Prince Brother hadn’t even tasted a single piece!

“Crown Prince Brother, won’t you try a…”

“Ugh, this is awful!” Jiu’er wrinkled her brow, having taken only one bite, and immediately spat it out. She tossed the osmanthus cake carelessly onto the table. “What on earth is this — it tastes terrible!”