Everyone who was struggling to restore the liveliness was actually listening carefully to Princess Changle’s movements, and because of this, this call seemed particularly abrupt.

Everyone looked over and saw Prince Kaiyang.

The man matched his voice—calm and cool.

Princess Changle’s smile vanished from the corners of her mouth as she walked over to greet him: “I didn’t expect Royal Uncle would be here too.”

Wei Han’s tone remained cool: “I also didn’t expect Your Highness would come.”

He pointed to the empty seat beside him: “Your Highness, please sit here.”

Princess Changle raised her eyelids slightly.

She wasn’t someone who sought trouble for herself—why would she want to sit next to Prince Kaiyang?

“That won’t be necessary. A’Sheng and I came to congratulate Prince Zhennan and were planning to leave.”

“Then may Your Highness take your time.” Wei Han was happy to see Princess Changle leave with Luo Sheng.

Princess Changle turned her head: “A’Sheng, let’s go.”

Luo Sheng couldn’t help glancing at the young man once more.

Wei Han: “…”

Luo Chen: “…”

Everyone: “…”

Only Grand Marshal Luo maintained his composure as he handed over a pouch of gold leaves: “Sheng’er, accompany Her Highness for a stroll.”

Luo Sheng took the money pouch and left the banquet hall together with Princess Changle.

On the path toward the manor’s main gate, Princess Changle sneered coldly: “A’Sheng, tell me—why is Prince Kaiyang so annoying?”

Luo Sheng didn’t respond.

Princess Changle glanced at her sideways: “What do you think, A’Sheng?”

“I think he’s alright.”

Princess Changle looked at her suspiciously, then understanding dawned: “That’s right—Prince Kaiyang does have a good-looking face.”

If Prince Kaiyang weren’t her uncle, she probably would think he was alright too.

Exiting the manor gates, Princess Changle invited Luo Sheng onto her carriage: “Where does A’Sheng plan to go?”

At this moment, Luo Sheng only wanted to have a chat with Grand Marshal Luo, but Grand Marshal Luo was still in the manor, so she casually said, “I was planning to go to Qingxing Street.”

Princess Changle smiled sweetly: “Perfect—I was just craving glutinous rice and red bean paste rolls.”

The carriage was spacious and comfortable, with a faint fragrance permeating it.

Smelling this scent, Luo Sheng thought of Young County Princess Wei Wen, and also of Princess Changle’s dismissive look when she had sized up the young man earlier.

After Emperor Yong’an had permanently resolved the matter of Wei Wen for Princess Changle, this princess probably regarded human lives as even more worthless than grass.

This was the confidence given to her by the ruler of a nation.

And such a Princess Changle was undoubtedly very dangerous.

Luo Sheng thought of Wei Han’s cool “Changle” and warmth surged in her heart.

“A’Sheng, what do you think of Prince Zhennan?” Princess Changle reclined on the low couch, asking lazily.

The warmth dissipated, replaced by gathering coldness.

Luo Sheng said coolly, “He’s still just a child.”

Princess Changle laughed: “Since when did A’Sheng start caring about such trivial matters?”

Luo Sheng smiled: “To be honest with Your Highness, right now I’m only interested in cooking.”

Princess Changle stared at Luo Sheng for a moment, then curved her lips: “A’Sheng, you really are…”

She didn’t continue and boredly lifted the carriage curtain.

The slightly cool breeze rushed in, diluting much of the fragrance inside the carriage.

Princess Changle suddenly sat up straight and called out, “Stop the carriage.”

The maid guarding the carriage door immediately instructed the driver to stop.

Luo Sheng looked at Princess Changle, puzzled.

“I spotted someone—I’m going down to take a look.” Leaving these words, Princess Changle exited the carriage.

Luo Sheng lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.

After descending from the carriage, Princess Changle walked gracefully toward a young man in blue robes, calling out, “Su Yao.”

Su Yao looked calmly at the approaching princess and cupped his hands in salute: “Greetings, Your Highness.”

Princess Changle raised her lips: “Lord Su need not be so courteous. Where have you been?”

Su Yao held some book scrolls and said coolly, “It happened to be a rest day, so I went to the bookshop to buy a few volumes.”

“What books?” Princess Changle naturally drew closer.

Su Yao stepped back: “They’re all tedious books—Your Highness wouldn’t be interested.”

Princess Changle narrowed her eyes, her tone turning cold: “Su Yao, are you avoiding this princess?”

Su Yao said without changing expression, “Your Highness misunderstands. This subject is merely maintaining proper etiquette and respect toward Your Highness.”

Princess Changle’s tone grew even colder: “This princess remembers your fiancée is no longer with us. Su Yao, you should understand what this princess wants. Don’t test this princess’s patience.”

Su Yao straightened his back, his calm tone carrying firmness: “If Your Highness uses authority to coerce, then just take this subject’s life.”

He paused, then said mockingly, “In Jinsha, someone once did the same thing.”

“Who?” Princess Changle blurted out.

The mocking smile at the corner of Su Yao’s mouth deepened as he said word by word: “Your Highness’s good friend, Miss Luo.”

Princess Changle instinctively turned her head to look at the luxurious carriage quietly stopped by the roadside not far away.

The young woman who had lifted the carriage curtain to look this way was expressionless, clearly unable to hear their conversation.

Su Yao also noticed Luo Sheng in the carriage, and in that instant, something flickered in his eyes.

Luo Sheng nodded toward Princess Changle from afar and lowered the curtain.

“Your Highness, this subject takes his leave.”

Princess Changle watched coldly as Su Yao left with apparent eagerness, and for a moment couldn’t muster the will to stop him. She turned and strode toward the carriage.

She had always been someone who acted as she pleased and never wronged herself. If the man she fancied ran away, she could find him again at any time. Questions she wanted to ask must be asked immediately.

The carriage door curtain was lifted, and Princess Changle entered with a chill about her.

Although Luo Sheng couldn’t hear clearly what the two had just said, she had long experienced that man surnamed Su’s ability to bring misfortune. Seeing Princess Changle’s expression wasn’t quite right, she silently handed over a cup of hot tea.

Princess Changle took the tea and sipped it, staring at her intently.

“What’s wrong, Your Highness?” Luo Sheng simply took the initiative to speak.

With Princess Changle’s temperament, rather than glossing over it and leaving behind a grudge, it was better to be direct.

Princess Changle leaned closer, her tone revealing no emotion: “A’Sheng, you once fancied Su Yao?”

Luo Sheng was stunned for a moment.

Seeing her like this, Princess Changle’s gaze turned slightly cold.

So what Su Yao said was true—A’Sheng had actually never told her.

Luo Sheng smiled sweetly.

“What are you laughing at, A’Sheng?”

Luo Sheng sighed: “When Your Highness just asked me that, I was completely stunned. I thought everyone knew.”

Everyone knew?

Princess Changle’s expression eased somewhat.

Luo Sheng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Has Your Highness never inquired about it?”

Princess Changle sneered: “When I fancy someone, why would I need to inquire too much?”

“Then Your Highness can’t blame me for not saying anything.”

Princess Changle reached out, her hand landing on Luo Sheng’s shoulder: “It’s not strange that A’Sheng and I have the same taste. But what about now?”

“Now?” Luo Sheng’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. “I just told Your Highness—right now I’m only interested in cooking. When we reach the wine shop, I’ll make glutinous rice and red bean paste rolls for Your Highness.”

Princess Changle was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The carriage soon arrived on Qingxing Street. The two descended and casually browsed around before walking into the wine shop.

When Luo Sheng went to the back kitchen to make glutinous rice and red bean paste rolls, Princess Changle, waiting in the main hall, saw Wei Han walk in.

Princess Changle’s mind stirred: A’Sheng said everyone knew, so she might as well ask Prince Kaiyang.