In the evening, Ye Zao was taken to Qianqing Palace.
Upon seeing Fourth Master, she threw herself at him, "Haven't seen you for three years, missed you."
Fourth Master caught her, "Nonsense." They had just been together in the morning.
Even if a day felt like three autumns, that wasn't the way to calculate it.
"Just missed you and missed you and missed you," Ye Zao acted coquettishly.
"Alright, haven't had dinner yet, have you? Let's eat together." Fourth Master's heart was, indeed, quite sweet.
After all, there had been a bit of a scene earlier that day. Now that she spoke this way, he was very pleased.
"Want to eat pickled cabbage," Ye Zao poked Fourth Master's chest.
It was already beyond September, eating pickled cabbage was fine, but Fourth Master had never had it before, "Pickled cabbage?"
"The ancestors of Aisin Gioro came from beyond the pass, from the northeast. How could pickled cabbage be rare?" Ye Zao exclaimed in surprise.
