Xin Lin smiled openly.
"Ah Zhuo, you finally made it."
Just after Xin Lin spoke, he noticed Xin Zhuo did not co alone.
Accompanying him was a little boy, about the sa height as Xin Zhuo, with a sowhat awkward expression.
The boy looked chubby and was dressed in a prince’s robe.
"Sister, I brought my eighth brother over. His mother is Consort Zhao."
Xiao Xin Zhuo’s face was filled with joy.
After the birthday feast, the emperor took much more care of him and his mother. This morning, he even bestowed a new palace to his mother.
The Empress Dowager also summoned him, tested him on so subjects and martial arts, and praised him greatly.
Earlier today, he was busy moving to the new palace.
Consort Zhao’s son?
Xin Lin rembered that na.
Wasn’t Consort Zhao the one who tampered with Shi Pin earlier?
She entered the palace around the sa ti as Shi Pin, but gained favor later than Shi Pin. After Shi Pin was expelled from the palace, she gave birth to a prince, who was the Eighth Prince before her now, a bit younger than Xin Zhuo by half a year.
Xin Lin had advised Shi Pin to be cautious of Consort Zhao. Shi Pin listened to Xin Lin and reduced her interactions with Consort Zhao, so how did they reconcile?
Xin Lin glanced at the Eighth Prince.
Xiao Xin Zhuo noticed Xin Lin’s apprehension and pulled her aside.
"Sister, Little Eight is really honest. Earlier, he was bullied and blocked by the Fifth Prince and others in the palace. I couldn’t stand it and scolded them away. Also, Consort Zhao ca to apologize to my mother, saying it was Empress Feng’s secret instruction that led her to harm my mother."
Xiao Xin Zhuo’s face was full of happiness.
He had never had any friends in the Imperial Palace.
Though as close as siblings with Xin Lin, he ultimately wished to have a peer as a playmate.
Little Eight Long Jin shared his temperant, and they studied together at Qingtian Academy, quickly becoming companions.
Hearing Xin Lin invited Xiao Xin Zhuo for dinner today, he asked Xiao Xin Zhuo to bring him along to experience it.
Xiao Xin Zhuo couldn’t refuse and brought him over.
"Sister Xin Lin, at that birthday feast, I saw you from afar. That monster was so terrifying, and you directly attacked it with a knife, that’s truly impressive."
Long Jin was very polite, carefully approaching Xin Lin.
"Eighth Prince, you flatter ; those were rely rudintary skills."
Xin Lin kept an unreadable expression, observing the Eighth Prince Long Jin.
Long Jin looked about seven or eight years old, seemingly unproblematic for now, but who knows what thoughts lie within.
With soone like Consort Zhao, personalities may change but nature remains; what kind of pure and kind child could she raise?
Shi Pin and her son are ultimately too kind-hearted.
"Guests are guests, since you’re here, everyone might as well dine together."
Xin Lin said no more and asked Murong Ziyue and others to help arrange the table.
Long Jin’s eyes lit up seeing the Rainbow Dragon Trout cooked in Xin Lin’s large pot.
His mother had said that Xiao Xin Zhuo’s rapid progress from a Spirit Master was all thanks to his Sister, the Princess.
She was a Spiritual Delicacy Master.
If he ate those spiritual foods too, would he beco even more powerful than Xiao Xin Zhuo?
A flash of greed crossed Long Jin’s eyes but quickly disappeared.
Xin Lin noticed everything, pretending not to mind, and invited everyone to sit.
"Why isn’t Uncle Chu here?"
As they sat, Long Jin asked innocently.
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