Four dishes and one soup, simple and plain.

  Bamboo shoots stir-fried with vermicelli, vinegar-braised Chinese cabbage, knife-smashed cucumber, spicy tofu, and the most luxurious is the Eight Treasures Duck Soup.

  "These dishes I'm familiar with, but this soup is the first time I've made it. It should be okay though." Feng Ying asked with a smile, "I heard from Dong Bao that the prince likes this?"

  The crown prince nodded and sat down.

  For him, such a simple dish is considered shabby.

  But wherever I go, it's always what day it is. This small courtyard should be like this life.

  He sat down and also asked Feng Ying to sit down.

  Feng Ying handed him a pancake: "I heard that the prince doesn't like rice."

  "Hmm." The prince was still calm, at least she paid attention.

  A simple meal, but very warm and cozy.

  The prince usually eats eight-tenths full, but today he ate a full ten-tenths.

  Two people ate almost all of the dishes. Normally, this would be considered impolite.

  Feng Ying seemed to see through his thoughts: "The prince is the prince. There are rules in the palace, I heard that one should not eat more than three dishes? But ordinary people don't pay attention to these things."

  The prince is still okay.

  During the meal, he only said three "uh-huhs".

  But the atmosphere was not awkward at all.

  The dishes were cleared, and tea was served. Feng Ying poured a cup for the prince: "This is Pu'er tea. You like green tea, but this one isn't bad either. Try it? I bought it from an old shop on the street. They sell tea leaves brought by merchants from all over the country, all of which are very good."

  The prince did not hold out much hope for this; where could one possibly buy it at will?

  However, after taking a sip, he had to admit that this tea was actually quite good.

  "That's a very small storefront, ordinary people can't find it. The tea is good, right? I bought quite a lot." Fengying said with a smile.

  "Are you happy? Because of leaving him?" The prince suddenly asked.

  "...... Yes. At the moment, I wanted a quiet and stable life, then I met the prince, and had such days. So I'm really happy." Fengying smiled and said: "Thank you."

  The prince is not used to people thanking him so directly.

  All the women he met wanted to rely on him for their whole life.

  If he were to look at him with different eyes, it would definitely not be just a simple "thank you".

  "I'm tired, I'll take a nap." The prince got up and deliberately said: "You stay with me."

  Feng Ying was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "Alright."

  Maybe it's really impossible to escape... But it's really strange, she doesn't dislike him at all.

  Forget it, let's just say we're dating and will break up in the future anyway.

  He gave her such a stable and comfortable life, she thought it was worth paying for.

  It's impossible for there not to be a house of the young master here.

  But the prince lifted his foot and went into the Fengying House, what else is there for everyone to understand?

  After Feng Ying's heart had made up its mind, she no longer rejected it.

  It's still quite funny though.

  As he entered the house, the prince saw her smile: "What are you smiling at?"

  "I... I laugh at myself and also look at his face. After all, the young master is really handsome enough to make people infatuated." Feng Ying smiled lightly.

  This time, the prince smiled: "So, you're willing to serve? You woman, really... how can I praise you?"

  "All right, accompany me for a while. You're thinking too much, I'm not willing to indulge in daytime revelry yet." The prince shook his head and sat down on the couch.

  Feng Ying took off his outer garment: "Your Highness, why are you so stubborn? If it's really mutual affection, what's the harm in doing it openly during the day? However, I'm just saying this, not implying or hinting at anything."

  The prince ignored him and lay down after taking off his outer clothes.

  Fengying also took off the outer clothes, first covered the prince with a quilt, and didn't go to find others. It was the one she put on the couch inside, very clean and hadn't been used yet.

  It's also light purple in color and very warm.

  She pulled up the quilt she used every day and then put down the mosquito net.

  The two of them lay on a bed, each covered with their own quilt.

  For a moment, no one closed their eyes, and the prince quietly looked at the top of the canopy.

  Because it was held by the account, inside is very dark.

  Feng Ying was also lost in thought, staring at the account book, but it wasn't that either.

  The breathing of both people was light and even.

  Feng Ying felt at ease after knowing that the prince didn't have that intention.

  The crown prince originally had no intention of doing so. However, after a long time, he felt that such quietness was not bad, but rather strange.

  Why can't this woman be shy?

  He suddenly turned sideways and lifted Feng Ying's chin.

  She isn't a stunning beauty, but there's a certain charm in her features: "Are you used to this?"

  Feng Ying blinked her eyes, and there was no discomfort in them, even though the prince's words were actually insulting.

  "Crown Prince, I sing and play the zither in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, but I've never sold my body or slept with anyone. So you're the first. Please don't say such things about me, okay?"

  She won't feel hurt by this remark, although it really hurts people.

  However, the past cannot be chosen, and she was indeed a courtesan (ancient courtesans were divided into ranks and not necessarily sold their bodies).

  The prince said this and actually regretted it. At this moment, he saw that she was not heartbroken or humiliated, but only softly explained to him, asking him not to say such things.

  The crown prince's heart was struck.

  She was a strange woman, but such strangeness made him feel like it was only natural.

  "It's not that I look down on you." The prince said, releasing his grip.

  "Actually, I'm not from a good background and have been looked down upon. But I really love myself, at least before meeting you, Your Highness, I never tried to leave through anyone else's help. So, Your Highness, can I ask that you treat me like a normal girl?" Feng Ying pulled his hand.

  "Go to sleep." The prince didn't let go, still holding her like this.

  "Uh-huh."

  Feng Ying smiled and closed her eyes.

  Both of them thought they wouldn't be able to sleep.

  But in just one moment, they all fell fast asleep.

  One was a noble and wealthy prince, with all the riches in the world. Yet he was helpless and exhausted.

  One, inexplicably left his parents and family, crossed into this strange time and space, and entered the Hundred Flowers Building.

  From the proud son of heaven to the lowest person...

  Unable to make a choice, exhausted all over.

  This child lay on a couch like this, just holding hands, as if there was enough warmth.

  The prince felt that Feng Ying was the most reassuring woman he had met in his twenties.

  Feng Ying, in this strange world, only he can shield her from the wind and rain, giving her a stable life.

  No one loves the humble life of welcoming and sending off in the green building. Being able to leave, being able to move into this small courtyard, and being able to live a vibrant life every day makes her very satisfied.

  Even before crossing over, she lived unrestrained and free-spirited.

  Nowadays, the only one who can give her stability and freedom is him.