A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1385 - 1383: No Matter How Tall You Grow, You’re Still My Little Sister

"Got it!"

Yue Er giggled.

"Third Brother dotes on me the most!"

Zhao Qiheng looked at her smiling face, his heart melting, and habitually reached out to ruffle her hair.

Yue Er uncomfortably shook her head.

"Brother, I’m all grown up now, why do you still treat me like a child?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiheng paused for a moment, then slowly retracted his hand.

"I forgot!"

He looked at Yue Er, who had grown up to his shoulder height, and smiled.

"In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so tall!"

"But... no matter how tall you grow, you’re still my little sister!"

After saying that, he reached out again to ruffle her hair; it was soft, fluffy, and smooth, very pleasant to the touch.

Yue Er frowned in protest.

"Third Brother!"

Seeing her frown like a little kitten with fur standing on end.

Zhao Qiheng’s heart melted once more, and he laughed heartily.

Yue Er was a bit puzzled, was it that funny?

Thinking about it, she blushed and said proudly.

"Laugh all you want!"

"Once you’re done laughing, lend me that ’Spring Outing Painting’ by Li Yanzhi in your collection! I’m not giving it back!"

Zhao Qiheng immediately stopped laughing, feeling heartache.

The "Spring Outing Painting" by Li Yanzhi is a treasure in the art world. Even high-priced imitations on the market are bought by people just to appreciate its charm.

As for the original, no one even dares to dream of it, and it has never appeared on the market.

Zhao Qiheng acquired it many years ago by chance, spending a significant amount of money.

Ever since he got the painting, he treasured it like no other and never displayed it in front of others, and he kept it exceptionally low-key.

Apart from the closest people around him, no one knew the original painting was with him.

Upon hearing Yue Er’s words, he quickly retracted his hand and refused.

"No way!"

"I can lend it to you, but you must return it!"

Yue Er laughed lightly.

"With that serious attitude, someone unaware might think I did something to you!"

"Don’t worry, Third Brother, as long as you don’t ruffle my hair, I’m not interested in your ’Spring Outing Painting’!"

Zhao Qiheng sighed in relief, feeling a bit more at ease.

"You scared me!"

Yue Er teased, "You’re too sensitive; who wants your painting!"

Zhao Qiheng gave her a faint smile, then turned back to continue grinding pigments.

Without anything restraining her, Yue Er wandered around the room, looking here and there.

Zhao Qiheng shook his head helplessly, not bothering with her.

Half an hour later.

Yue Er finally quieted down, picking up a book to lounge on the couch and read.

Just then, footsteps were heard from outside, along with people talking.

It sounded like... discussing military strategy.

After listening for a bit, Yue Er’s eyes lit up.

"Fourth Brother is back!"

Zhao Qiheng smiled slightly.

"Shih Shaoling is here too!!"

He naturally preferred peace and wasn’t into martial arts, and his father and mother never forced him.

So... he only attended school and never participated in horseback riding or archery, and he wasn’t familiar with Shih Shaoling.

But he knew about this person, who often came to Dexiang Palace to see Fourth Brother, and their relationship seemed quite good.

As for himself, it didn’t matter, he neither liked nor disliked him.

"Huh?"

He didn’t mind, but Yue Er disliked him.

"Why is he here?"

"Why isn’t he spending the New Year at his own home?"

Zhao Qiheng was a little helpless.

"He’s good friends with Fourth Brother, so it’s normal for him to visit!"

"Yue Er, you shouldn’t be so rude!"

Yue Er pouted.

"I hate him!"

Zhao Qiheng was a bit curious.

"Why?"

"He bullies me!"

Zhao Qiheng: "..."

He thought there wasn’t anyone in this world who dared to bully his sister yet.

"What, you don’t believe me?" Yue Er’s eyes widened.

"I feel like he wouldn’t dare!"

The son of a general bullying a princess in the Imperial Palace, it just doesn’t seem possible.

Unless he’s courting death!

Yue Er said with certainty.

"He does bully me, and... he only bullies me!"

"When he sees others, like Yilan and Wei Yu, he stays silent!"

"But in front of me, he’s always verbally attacking me!"

Zhao Qiheng asked with interest.

"How does he attack you?"

Yue Er paused, racking her brains for a long time before muttering.

"He doesn’t really attack me, just... he likes to argue with me, and I don’t like it!!"

Zhao Qiheng shook his head with a smile, thinking: So that’s all it is!

Seeing her brother not speaking, Yue Er didn’t want to continue the topic and returned to her book.

Many of the books with Zhao Qiheng were collected from outside the palace.

There were folk songs, poems by talented scholars, and stories of wild history, very interesting to read.

Whenever Yue Er felt bored, she would run to his place to read.

Any random book could entertain her for most of the day.

The brother and sister, one grinding pigments, the other engrossed in reading.

The study room was peaceful and quiet.

...

Meanwhile, the other side of Dexiang Palace was much livelier.

The games of royal relatives and noble gentlemen were always so varied and colorful.

Zhao Qiye, Shih Shaoling, and two other cousins of the Royal Clan were playing pitch-pot, with the loser drinking fine wine.

The four of them, around a table full of good wine and good food, were having a wonderfully lively time.

As they kept losing and winning, they drank more and more, and the atmosphere got more and more exuberant, naturally, the noise got louder too.

Yue Er, who was reading in the neighboring room, heard the commotion and couldn’t sit still.

"Third Brother, what are they playing?"

Zhao Qiheng looked up, a bit puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Clearly, he was too focused and didn’t hear a thing.

Yue Er looked forward with longing and anticipation.

"I really want to join in!"

"Then go ahead?" Zhao Qiheng raised an eyebrow.

Yue Er pouted her lips.

"I don’t like Shih Shaoling!"

"You’re going to see Fourth Brother, you don’t need to worry about that. If you want to go, just go!"

Zhao Qiheng advised.

"You’re right!" After some thought, Yue Er agreed.

"I’m going then, Third Brother, keep this book here, I want to read it when I get back!"

"Okay..."

Zhao Qiheng twitched his lips.

...

On the other side of Dexiang Palace.

As everyone was happily playing games, a Little Eunuch suddenly announced.

"Fourth Princess is here!"

The atmosphere instantly froze.

It’s not that she wasn’t welcome, just that it was so sudden and they weren’t ready.

Yue Er strode in from outside.

She was dressed in a red outer robe embroidered with golden phoenixes, wearing scarlet lambskin boots, with matching gold accessories on her wrists and forehead.

Her jet-black hair was braided and coiled atop her head, with a thumb-sized Eastern Pearls headchain draped over her forehead, exuding an innate noble aura of a favored daughter of heaven.

Her features resembled Xia Ruqing’s, but her demeanor and temperament were very much like Zhao Junyao’s.

No matter where she was, just standing there made her naturally the center of attention.

"Fourth Brother!"

She walked over with a radiant smile, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering like stars.

Though only twelve years old, Yue Er was already quite tall for her age, and along with her outstanding knowledge and sharp demeanor, she stood out.

Her brows and eyes exhibited none of the usual shyness found in typical young girls, only the exquisite elegance of an Imperial Family Princess.