Consequently, Jing Yue wholly let go of her control, only waiting for profits.

“How cozy!” Jing Yue stretched herself comfortably and stood up. Yin Qiao went forward to change her clothes.

“Your Highness, Ninth Imperial Uncle went into the imperial palace. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the Emperor rewarded the Double Ninth Cake. When Ninth Imperial Uncle leaves the palace, you can go out to enjoy the chrysanthemum.” Yin Qiao said as she dressed Jing Yue.

“Oh… Not interested.” Jing Yue curled her lips, for she had no special feeling about the festival. What was good about chrysanthemum? Boring.

“Your Highness…” Yin Qiao looked at Jing Yue with grief.

“Alright, alright… I know you get bored in the Mansion. Let’s go out and have a look when Xiao Chen comes back.” Jing Yue stared at Yin Qiao and promised.

“Your Highness, it’s very kind of you.” Hearing the words, Yin Qiao showed a cheerful smile at once.

Jing Yue finished dressing and eating and lay on the soft couch. She read a story book in her hands with great interest. Soon she heard someone paying respects, knowing that Xiao Chen came back. Jing Yue looked up at the door.

“You’re back?” Jing Yue watched Xiao Chen dressed in brocade clothes stepping into the house.

“Yes.” answered Xiao, who went to Jing and sat down. He served himself a cup of tea and said, “Today is the Double Ninth Festival. The street is bustling. Don’t you want to go and have a look?”

“I’m waiting for you.” Jing put aside her storybook and smiled at Xiao.

“Waiting for me?” Xiao nodded slightly and saw the brilliant smile of Jing. He said with a curve hanging in his lips, “It’s rare for you to say you want me to go out with you. That’s good.” Xiao nodded solemnly and stood up. Jing goggled her eyes. Was she praised?

“Where are you going?” Jing blinked at Xiao.

“Aren’t we going out?” Xiao paused his step.

Jing Yue immediately looked cheerful and jumped off the soft couch. She straightened up her clothes and went out with Yin Qiao, Xing Yi and Xing Er. It was indeed a Double Ninth Festival, really bustling outside, and chrysanthemums of various colors and shapes were everywhere.

The stalls were all selling of chrysanthemum cake. There were also some hairdressers, all chrysanthemum-like. Jing Yue took Xiao Chen’s hand, looking around all the way. She looked happy, but Xiao had a stern face.

Ninth Imperial Uncle had a walk on the street, which was so incredible.

As a result, Jing Yue and Xiao Chen’s strolling didn’t attract anyone’s attention, despite that she prepared a facecloth for him to cover the face of Ninth Imperial Uncle, a big shot.

But on second thought, she realized that this was the ancient times, and there was no TV. How could everyone have seen Ninth Imperial Uncle?

As long as you didn’t foolishly say your name and show off there, perhaps even if Xiao Chen was standing on the street for one day, nobody would think that this was Ninth Imperial Uncle. People might even reckon that he was insane standing still.

So this trip went unimpeded, but our Ninth Imperial Uncle seemed to dislike such a lively scene very and frowned all the time. If Jing Yue hadn’t tugged Xiao Chen’s hand, he would have left long ago.

“Well, if you aren’t willing to come out, then don’t. Your cold face stinks!” Jing Yue stopped and glared at Xiao Chen with displeasure.

“…” Xiao looked even unhappier.