The soft beauty is so good at teasing, the villain prince asks for a kiss

Rong Heqing spent a few days of peace under this kind of "protection". She was not idle either. Whenever she had time, she would go to the kitchen and pretend to "learn" how to make soup.

She learned how to make the soup as soon as the cook taught her. The soup she made had just the right taste and was cooked to the right temperature. He was greatly amazed and kept praising Rong Heqing for her talent.

Rong Heqing was not modest either. She accepted it happily, put it in two porcelain cups, and gave them to the princess and the prince respectively.

The princess was so moved that she drank up all the wine every time and praised Ronghe for finishing the meal, telling her not to do it herself next time as it was very hard work.

Rong Heqing naturally wouldn't listen and just gave the gift as usual. The princess didn't try to persuade her anymore and kept praising her daughter to everyone she met to see how clever and cute she was.

The King of Annan was completely the opposite. He always drank with no expression on his face. After drinking, he would just praise the food and that was it.

Rong Heqing was not discouraged. After a few days, his evil thought value was reduced by four points and now it was only fifty.

*

It was time to deliver the soup again. Rong Heqing slowly moved to the study room with the food box in her hand, but saw someone standing in front of her. He turned around when he heard the footsteps. He was obviously stunned when he saw her. Then his face fell, his chin raised, and he glanced at the food box in her hand, asking knowingly: "Sister, you come to deliver food to father? You are so filial."

Rong Heqing looked him up and down. This stinky-faced brat should be Wu Caixue's son and her adopted brother - Rong Qiao.

The pomegranate red brocade robe made his skin look like cream and his spirits were high.

Coincidentally, he was holding a food box exactly the same as hers.

Rong Heqing raised an eyebrow, "Same here."

Rong Qiao curled her lips, and her delicate appearance really resembled that of Concubine Wu.

He snorted, deliberately took two quick steps to overtake her, and without waiting for the guards at the door to report, he ran to the door and shouted, "Father, Qiao'er is here to pay his respects to you!"

Rong Heqing was too lazy to argue with him. A twelve-year-old child's mind was not yet mature, and it was the time when love and hate were at their most extreme. She and Rong Russe and Wu Caixue had all fallen out, so it would be strange if he could be nice to her.

She walked slowly to the steps, and the guards at the gate greeted her with a bow.

Rong Heqing smiled, took out two thin-skinned and large-filled buns from the food box and said, "You two have worked hard, eat them while they're hot."

These days, every time she came, she would bring something for the gatekeeper. Everyone was used to it and smiled and thanked her repeatedly.

Seeing this, Rong Qiao glared at Rong Heqing again and muttered, "He only knows how to win people's hearts."

He knocked on the door again, "Father——"

With a creaky sound, the door opened from the inside. Zhou Ze said expressionlessly, "Your Highness, please invite the princess and the young master in."

Rong Qiao received the order and immediately jumped in like a rabbit, as if there was a wolf chasing him from behind.

King Annan was sitting behind a desk, reading secret reports sent from various places. He raised his eyes slightly when he heard the noise.

"My daughter pays her respects to my father." Rong Heqing bowed, put down the food box and stepped aside.

King Annan nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Rong Qiao, and he asked in a tone that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Why are you here?"

"The son pays respects to his father."

Rong Qiao stepped forward, put down the food box, and bowed politely, revealing his red hands clasped together, which looked horrifying. The man who had been full of energy just now suddenly became dull, and his tone became much lower, as if he was suppressing his grievances.

King Annan frowned immediately, "What happened to your hand?"

Upon hearing this, Rong Heqing took a step forward and glanced at Rong Qiao's hand.

Wow, it’s swollen like a small steamed bun, and the skin is red.

Is this steamed?

It would have been fine if he hadn't asked. As soon as he asked, Rong Qiao's eyes immediately turned red. He sniffed and said, "Nothing. I accidentally knocked over the medicine jar while cooking soup and burned my hand."

Rong Heqing highlighted the key point in his mind: the medicine jar.

She didn't see any medicine jars in the big kitchen, so he might be talking about the small kitchen at Wu Caixue's place?

As expected, King Annan asked, "Who is sick in the palace?"

Rong Qiao hesitated and whispered, "No... no one."

His evasiveness only made people more suspicious, but King Annan did not ask any further questions. He glanced at the food box. Rong Qiao immediately opened the lid and took out a can of thick white fish soup. The tofu and chopped green onions were clearly green and white, which made people's appetites grow.

King Annan was startled, "This is..."

"Mother... Concubine said that father loves the delicious taste of crucian carp and tofu soup the most. It's hot and father doesn't like oily and meaty food. This soup is the most delicious and refreshing, so she taught her son to make it for father to taste."

As Rong Qiao spoke, he placed the porcelain spoon and small bowl in front of King Annan. The closer he was to the food, the more shockingly red his steamed bun hands became.

This tactic of inflicting pain on one's own flesh obviously worked well.

The King of Annan was slightly moved and his brows relaxed slightly.

Rong Heqing saw this and laughed, "Father, please try it while it's hot. It won't taste the same if it's cold."

"Hmm." King Annan picked up the bowl and blew on it. Rong Qiao clenched his hands and looked at him expectantly.

After a while, he took a spoonful and savored it carefully, then sighed, "This is the taste. You are thoughtful, and your mother... is thoughtful too."

Rong Qiao couldn't hold back her tears immediately, lifted her robe and knelt down, saying earnestly: "Father, mother didn't let me say it, but I really can't help it. She is sick, very sick, please go see her! It would be better to get a doctor for her, I beg you!"

As he spoke, he was about to kowtow. Rong Heqing quickly supported him and Rong Qiao's forehead hit her palm.

Rong Qiao: “…”

Taking advantage of the fact that King Annan couldn't see, he glared at Rong Heqing viciously.

Rong Heqing raised his eyebrows and slid away, exposing him under the eyes of King Annan.

His ferocious expression and hateful eyes suddenly froze, looking slightly hideous and funny.

Rong Qiao: “…………”

He greeted Rong and Qing a hundred and eight times in his heart.

Rong Heqing sighed, "In that case, father should go and see Concubine Wu. My brother is really pitiful. Please ask the court doctor to help Concubine Wu and treat his hand. Look at how swollen it is. It must be painful!"

King Annan looked at the two of them in silence.

Rong Qiao immediately raised her hand and wiped away her tears "unpretentiously", revealing the red and swollen back of her hand completely.

He retracted his gaze, pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, I will go and take a look."

"Thank you, father!" Rong Qiao was extremely excited. When he saw King Annan getting up to leave, he immediately followed him. When he passed by Rong Heqing, he glanced at her proudly.

Rong Heqing: [Heh, it looks like this little brat's childhood is incomplete. ]

999: [Ah? Why is it incomplete? ]

Rong Heqing smiled: [You deserve a beating. 】

999:.

*

Wu Caixue's yard was full of flowers, but it seemed particularly deserted because there was no one around.

All the way to the bedroom door, Rong Heqing didn't hear any sound. She had a hunch that something was wrong. "It's too quiet. Could it be that the concubine is asleep?"

"Snow cutting?"

King Annan called out, but no one responded.

"Cai Xue? I heard that you were ill, so I came to see you. Open the door."

Still no response.

Rong Heqing looked at him, but Rong Qiao had already rushed over and pushed open the door.

The scorching afternoon sun shone down on the person lying on the ground with her eyes closed, making her face as pale as paper.

Rong Qiao cried out in shock: "Mom!"