The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 152 You Should Eat Pretty Flower Cakes

Stepping on her right foot with her left, Jiang Jinshuang stumbled and nearly fell to the ground!
Her eyes widened, and she turned around in shock to look at Si Ning behind her: "Huh!?"

Si Ning smiled, her eyebrows slightly lowered, with a hint of helplessness: "I told my father that His Highness is busy with affairs and it is not appropriate to disturb him. My father said... he will personally visit the Princess's residence in a couple of days."

Jiang Jinshuang's vision went black, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then what should I do?"

Si Ning smiled and said, "Your Highness, please rest assured. I think my father was just acting on a whim. If it is truly inconvenient for Your Highness, I will try to persuade him."

Jiang Jinshuang scratched her cheek and chuckled dryly, "Never mind, I'll go to Yong'an Prefecture to see Uncle Si in a few days. I can't really let my elders come to visit me."

What kind of talk is that?

Si Ning said, "Your Highness need not force yourself. I can go and persuade my father again."

Jiang Jinshuang waved her hand: "Uncle Si traveled all the way from Jiangnan to bring willow branches for me, so I should at least show my gratitude. Otherwise, it would be impolite."

Besides, since I promised Si Ning to put on a good show in front of Uncle Si, I can't go back on my word, can I?

Since returning to the capital, she has taken so many benefits from Si Ning; she can't just keep taking them without giving them back, can she?

Upon hearing this, Si Ning paused for a moment, then smiled gently: "Then thank you, Your Highness. To be honest, with Father so resolute, I am truly powerless to offer any advice."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and patted Si Ning on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll talk to Uncle Si properly."

Si Ning bowed slightly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

I glanced at the night outside.

"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."

"okay."

……

After seeing Si Ning off, Jiang Jinshuang walked out of the main hall and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.

Jiang Jinshuang stretched and walked towards the side courtyard.

Side courtyard.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the wind rustles through the treetops.

Jiang Jinshuang sat on the stone bench under the peach tree and saw the fallen petals scattered on the ground.

It was early summer, and the peach blossoms in the yard had long since fallen, leaving only lush green leaves on the peach tree.

Jiang Jinshuang brought back the red-tailed kite that Yan Jue had brought from Baiyujing and placed it in a vase in her bedroom.

But even the most beautiful flowers will eventually wither.

Jiang Jinshuang kicked at the fallen flowers on the ground, her thoughts drifting away.

When a bag of flower cakes wrapped in kraft paper was handed to her, Jiang Jinshuang followed the hand and slightly raised her gaze. She saw Yan Jue dressed in black, holding two bags of flower cakes, and handing one of the pretty and exquisite bags to her.

"I just bought it from outside."

Yan Jue said this while looking at her intently.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled as she looked at him.

Stared at like that, Yan Jue blinked slightly.

After a moment, he frowned slightly and explained seriously, "I bought these snacks with my own money. They tried to stuff them into my arms, but I didn't want them."

This has happened before.

When Yan Jue buys snacks from the market, passing women will blush and stuff desserts into his arms.

At first, he didn't understand the inkstone technique, but after Jiang Jinshuang explained it to him, he seemed to have gained great enlightenment. He frowned and said to Jiang Jinshuang, "You have to give me ten more coins every month."

Jiang Jinshuang asked with a helpless smile, "Why?"

Yan Jue said earnestly, "I want the snacks you bought for me."

Jiang Jinshuang initially thought Yan Jue was just joking, but now he handed her the bag of flower cakes and said seriously, "I bought these pastries with my own money. They tried to stuff them into my arms, but I didn't want them."

The secrets of inkstone making are really fun.

Smiling, Jiang Jinshuang took the bag of pastries from his hand and lightly tapped the table: "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

Yan Jue nodded and readily sat down in the seat opposite her.

Jiang Jinshuang looked at Yan Jue, the moonlight as clear as water reflecting on his face.

Yan Jue's appearance was different from that of the other members of the Northern Huai royal family.

Perhaps inheriting from Wan Jin's mother, Yan Jue's pupils didn't resemble those of a venomous snake, but rather those of a certain canine. When he looked at her, his gaze was obedient, quiet, and trusting.

Under her gaze, Yan Jue pursed his lips slightly.

He wasn't very good at perceiving emotions; he only instinctively sensed her gaze upon him.

I thought about it.

Yan Jue hesitated slightly before pushing another bag of flower cakes in front of Jiang Jinshuang.

"This bag was sold cheaply by the owner of the pastry shop, and it doesn't look very nice."

He thought she was after his bag of pastries.

Jiang Jinshuang laughed out loud: "Young Master Yanjue, do I look like a greedy person?"

Why would anyone think she could eat two bags of flower cakes?

Yan Jue frowned slightly, not quite understanding why Jiang Jinshuang would say that.

"You're not greedy, but I think you should eat the pretty flower cake."

After a pause, Yan Jue added, "Even if it doesn't look pretty, you can still eat it."

It's like a child who loves to share all their sweets.

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

After Yan Jue said that, Jiang Jinshuang almost forgot why she had come.

She smiled and shook her head, finally asking, "Yanjue, do you want to go back to Beihuai?"

The hand holding the kraft paper paused slightly.

Yan Jue raised his eyes and stared intently at her: "You want to kick me out?"

Jiang Jinshuang hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, what I mean is, if you want to go back to Beihuai and inherit the Beihuai throne, I can help you."

Although Jiang Jinshuang had told Wen Fengcang that she would reveal his "brother" identity to him if he danced to apologize to Si Ning.

—But she's a petty person, what kind of integrity does a petty person have!
If Yan Jue is willing, Jiang Jinshuang can scheme to give him the throne of Beihuai.

It's not a big deal.

It's just a change of ownership.

Upon hearing this, Yan Jue pursed his thin lips into a thin line.

He grabbed the two bags of flower cakes in front of Jiang Jinshuang and brought them to his own side.

—I won't give her any more.

"You just want to get rid of me."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly, but earnestly explained to him, "Yanjue, I can't let you stay with me without any status for the rest of your life, can I?"

He was originally a member of the royal family of Beihuai who had been separated from his family. When she dug him out of the pile of corpses, she vowed that she would never let him hide again.

Over the years, although she gave Yanjue the greatest freedom, for his safety, she still had to keep him by her side for protection.

—This is really unfair to Yan Jue.

Although Yan Jue was a powerful protector by her side, Jiang Jinshuang felt that one should not be too selfish.

The art of inkstone carving must have its own distinct world.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinshuang looked at Yan Jue and explained seriously, "Yan Jue, because you are very important to me, I want to ask for your opinion on all major decisions concerning you."

After a pause, Jiang Jinshuang continued, "Yanjue, if you want, I can find a way to make the throne of the Northern Huai King fall into your hands."

—Just kill Wen Fengcang.

For the sake of inkstone secrets, she didn't mind doing this.

Ke Yanjue didn't seem to like listening to these things, or rather, he didn't have the patience to listen.

He looked at the two bags of flower cakes, his voice low and tinged with grievance.

"I don't want the throne."

"what?"

"I don't want the throne, I don't want the Northern Locust Tree, and I don't want any monarch."

“I am Yan Jue,” Yan Jue looked at her with displeasure, “and you gave me this name.”