Chapter 336

The children all had smiling faces; even Jia Chuan, though still silent and reserved, had softened his expression.

"Guoguo, try this, it's good to drink." Yue Yue held a bottle and then generously shared it with An Guo Guo.

This is a bottle of grape drink; grapes are a material that can be exchanged for space, and the palace also regularly sends some to the prince's manor, so its appearance is not surprising.

However, this fruit is very rare; no one in Da Ning cultivates it, and it is sent as tribute every year by a small southern country.

Delicious, delicious.

An Guo Guo's eyes lit up as she looked at the mysterious purple color, her eyes sparkling.

"This won't do." At that moment, Yue Yue regrettably licked her lips, looking at that bottle of apple drink, feeling a bit regretful.

What's wrong?

An Guo Guo picked up the jug, about to pour herself a cup to try, but when she saw that it said apple drink, she silently set it down.

I can't eat apples; they make me cough, have a runny nose, sneeze, and break out in many rashes.

My mother said this is an allergy.

Yue Yue sighed; she still liked eating apples—crisp and sweet, with a wonderful flavor.

But...

Thinking of how uncomfortable she would feel after eating them, she put away her eager little thoughts.

Ah?

An Guo Guo widened her eyes, looking at Yue Yue with some surprise.

Jiang Yun Chu saw the two foodies chatting there; now An Guo Guo had actually stopped eating, "What's wrong?"

An Guo Guo, lost in thought, lifted her head and looked at Jiang Yun Chu: "Yue Yue can't eat apples?"

Jiang Yun Chu looked at Yue Yue, who stuck out her tongue at her mother; her mother had told her not to tell anyone, but as soon as she touched Guo Guo, she forgot.

Yes.

Jiang Yun Chu nodded; since Yue Yue had said so, she openly admitted it, "Please keep this secret, Princess An, I want Yue Yue to grow up safe and sound."

After receiving the answer, An Guo Guo was somewhat surprised: "I thought only our Prince Yong'an's Manor was like this; I didn't expect others to be the same."

"Prince Yong'an's Manor?" Jiang Yun Chu tilted her head, asking doubtfully.

"Yes, my mother gets sick from eating apples—she gets a fever, can't breathe, coughs, and breaks out in rashes."

"My brother and I do too."

"So apples are banned in Prince Yong'an's Manor."

An Guo Guo amazedly looked at Yue Yue: "Little one, no wonder we get along so well; even getting sick from eating apples is the same for us."

An Guo Guo didn't take it to heart, but Jiang Yun Chu took this matter to heart—really, could there be such a coincidence?

However...

Prince Yong'an's Manor, Ning Chengyan?

"No, An Guo Guo is still a young lady, and her age isn't suitable either."

"Could it really just be a coincidence?"

After the meal, the little ones each held their own stomachs.

"Tomorrow we rest; I've already notified your families to pick you up directly here, and the day after we'll go on a study trip."

Jiang Yun Chu looked at the few children, then saw them off to the hot pot restaurant's gate; watching them board carriage after carriage, she then took the four children back to the manor.

But...

She felt a scrutinizing gaze; upon turning her head sharply, she saw a stranger dressed in black, slender, with sharp eyes—his gaze seemed less on her and more on Yue Yue beside her.

Jiang Yun Chu took a step forward, blocking that person's gaze; the two gazes collided in midair—Prince Yong'an.

An Guo Guo's father.

She lightly furrowed her brows, first encountering An Guo Guo, then encountering Prince Yong'an; this time Prince Yong'an intervened and took a side.

She gave a slight nod, then directly got onto the carriage.

"Master, the young lady is looking for you." The attendant beside him gazed at his master, who hadn't gone out for a long time.

The prince, who usually kept to himself and ignored worldly affairs, clearly sided with the Kang Clan and the Regent Prince's Manor, and even specially ordered someone to recall the young lady.

"Go back."

Prince Yong'an watched the carriage disappear, then turned and returned to the private room.

"Father, where did you go? That fruit tea is delicious, but it's only available in that private room; the other rooms don't have it."

An Guo Guo licked her lips, as if the fruit fragrance still lingered there.

"Gluttonous cat, with so many delicious foods in the world, isn't it enough for you to eat?"

Prince Yong'an looked at his daughter, smiled affectionately, and gently patted her head.

"It's different; I could drink fruit tea for a lifetime, and hot pot works too."

"In another year, you'll be meeting prospective matches; with you like this, which family would dare to marry you?" Prince Yong'an looked at An Guo Guo and inquired carefully.

"What meeting prospects? I intend to stay by my parents' side to support them in their old age; none of you think you can drive me away."

An Guo Guo puffed out her cheeks, looking as if she would bite anyone who tried to drive her away!

Seeing his own young lady like this, Prince Yong'an thought of another little girl who resembled Guo Guo in childhood, but she was more like someone else—his son.

The lady liked girls; when her son was born, she dressed him in skirts and braids, that clever and lively appearance being exactly the same as that little girl's.

But she is the miss of the Regent Prince's Manor!

Prince Yong'an thought of the investigative information and sighed helplessly.

Jia Chuan and Ning Qiancheng had been following behind Jiang Yun Chu; one had no home left, the other was as if he had none, looking at the formerly bustling schoolroom, now unusually quiet.

"Youngest, after we left, you were alone feeling this…" He couldn't describe it, just a sense of loss.

Ning Qiancheng patted his shoulder, "No, Elder Ning won't agree, and Xiao Yue Yue won't allow it either."

His words hadn't even finished when a hurried footstep came running from the corner.

"Jia Er, Ning Wu, Mother made hawthorn juice, have a little, it's sweet and sour, really delicious." The bright red hawthorn juice, in the white porcelain bowl, looked fresh and tempting.

"Good." Ning Qiancheng picked it up directly, drank the hawthorn juice dry, gave a light laugh, "As expected, the Dean's is still the best."

At the hot pot shop, those fruit teas were just fruit teas, also very tasty, but I always felt they were lacking something compared to the Dean's.

"Jia Er, what are you spacing out for, stupid?" The little girl looked at Jia Chuan, furrowed her brows, pouted her little mouth, her arms and waist were sore to death, it's so heavy.

"Ah? Oh." Jia Chuan came to his senses, lifted the bowl, and then drank it all in one go.

He didn't know what flavor it was, and even forgot to check what color it was, only remembering that at that time, it seemed as if everyone's attitude toward him had never changed.

Without regard for his pitiful self-esteem, nor concern for his fragile sense of security, each of them accompanied him in their own way.