I am the champion of palace intrigue, and even the proud prince bows his head in submission.

Chapter 503 Xie Jingchun's storyline: His gaze shifted.

Qin Jiuwei held the soup bowl and slowly sipped it, but her eyes did not fall on the bowl.

Her gaze shifted, first landing on Xie Jingchun's face, then turning to Nan Nan.

A knowing smile subtly appeared on his lips.

Never mind, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Let the children handle their own affairs.

As a mother, it's best for her not to interfere.

But as Qin Jiuwei ate, she couldn't help but secretly look up at Xie Yanli.

He was focused on picking up food, his expression completely normal.

Qin Jiuwei coughed softly, her gaze lingering on Xie Yanli's face for a moment before she blinked.

Xie Yanli noticed her gaze and looked up at her.

He paused for a moment when he met her smiling expression.

Then, following her gaze, I glanced in Xie Jingchun's direction.

He quickly understood and nodded at her.

Qin Jiuwei's lips curved into a smile.

But before the smile could even form, Xie Yanli reached out his hand.

He took the honey-glazed ribs from in front of Xie Jingchun, picked up a piece, and put it into Qin Jiuwei's bowl.

"Weren't you staring at this dish for a while? These ribs are really well made."

Qin Jiuwei: ……

The following afternoon, the sunlight was warm and gentle.

A gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo shadows under the eaves. Nan Nan sat on the eaves, a ceramic plate beside her, carefully sorting the dried medicinal herbs one by one.

She arranged the honeysuckle, white chrysanthemum, and mint leaves neatly.

The faint scent of medicine wafted in the wind, mingling with her own fragrance, creating an indescribable tranquility.

She was so focused that she didn't even notice someone quietly approaching.

"Wow—"

Suddenly, a crabapple blossom, glistening with dewdrops, peeked out from behind her shoulder and swayed gently in front of her eyes.

Nan Nan was startled and looked up.

Then she saw Xie Jingchun standing behind her, smiling, dressed in casual clothes, his hair half-loose, with a few strands of hair on his forehead being blown slightly by the wind.

He waved the flower branch in his hand. "So engrossed? I called you twice and you didn't respond."

"I'm sorting out medicinal herbs," Nan Nan said.

Xie Jingchun didn't speak, but suddenly leaned closer and turned the crabapple branch in his hand at a different angle.

With a flick of her finger, she tucked the most beautiful flower from the branch into Nan Nan's temple.

His fingers brushed against her hair, the movement surprisingly gentle.

Nan Nan paused for a moment, turned her head to look, and just then saw his face so close to hers.

The spring sunlight fell on his eyelashes, making them appear dark and thick, and the smile on his lips was impossible to hide.

"Alright." Xie Jingchun stood up straight, crossed his arms, and looked smug. "It looks pretty good. Don't move."

Nan Nan lowered her head and gently touched the begonia flower by her temple, a faint smile involuntarily appearing on her lips.

She looked up at him with a hint of teasing in her eyes.

"Young Master Chun, you didn't come here today just to bring me flowers, did you?"

"of course not."

Upon hearing this, Xie Jingchun raised an eyebrow, and his gaze became more serious.

"I have come here today on a very important matter."

“A few days ago, some fine silk was imported from the south. I asked someone to buy a batch and brought some back to give to my mother to make summer clothes.”

"But I don't understand these colors and patterns, and I'm afraid that if I choose the wrong ones, my mother won't like them."

"So I've come to ask you, Nan Nan, who has served my mother the longest and knows her preferences best, to give me your opinion."

Upon hearing this, Nan Nan burst out laughing.

She lowered her head to cover her lips, a faint smile playing in her eyes. "Alright, I'll go."

Jinxiufang.

The room was softly lit, and neatly arranged on the fabric racks were bolts of beautifully colored silk.

There were pieces with light gold water ripple patterns, pieces with moon white mandarin duck patterns, and several pieces of southern satin with a flowing luster like water.

As soon as Nan Nan entered the door, she stopped joking, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully helped him examine each horse one by one.

As she inspected the edges of the fabric, she said softly, "This color is too plain, and there's not much embroidery. The princess doesn't wear such pale colors anymore."

"This fabric has a very dense pattern, it looks stuffy, and the princess will feel hot wearing it in the summer."

"And this one, though the color is beautiful, the princess doesn't wear pink."

Nan Nan carefully sorted out more than a dozen horses. "These are good. The colors are bright and the patterns are elegant."

Xie Jingchun's eyes flickered as he watched her head bowed, selecting fabric.

Suddenly, he turned around and pulled out a piece of light green silk from the side.

The fabric was embroidered with very light peach blossom branches, serene and gentle, like early spring in March.

"This is good, it looks perfect for you. Take it and make it into clothes."

Nan Nan was taken aback, a hint of surprise appearing in her eyes.

But she immediately took a step back and gently shook her head, "Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Chun, but my current status is not suitable for wearing such clothes."

"Besides, the princess has already given us enough to wear."

Xie Jingchun frowned, "I only gave you a bolt of cloth..."

"It is precisely because it was given by Young Master Chun that we cannot accept it."

Nan Nan interrupted him softly, her eyes clear.

Xie Jingchun looked at her and finally sighed softly.

She was far too polite, afraid of making any mistakes...

Nan Nan put the piece of cloth back on the shelf.

Suddenly a commotion arose outside, mixed with shouts and exclamations.

Xie Jingchun frowned. "I'll go out and take a look."

The two quickly walked out of Jinxiufang and saw a group of people gathered at the alley entrance not far from the courtyard.

A young man dressed in fine clothes with a fierce face was pointing and gesturing at a ragged old man, accompanied by several servants.

The old man slumped to the ground, next to a basket of overturned medicinal herbs, the scene a mess.

The arrogant young master brandished his folding fan, yelling, "Dare to block my way? You're tired of living, aren't you?"

He then stepped forward and was about to kick the old man.

"stop."

Xie Jingchun strode forward and coldly shouted.

The young scoundrel turned around and saw that the newcomer was just a boy in plain clothes. He said dismissively, "Who are you? Do you know who I am? I am Wang Qichang, the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingnan. Have you heard of me?"

"Have not heard."

Xie Jingchun didn't even lift his eyelids.

Wang Qichang's expression immediately changed, and he laughed angrily, "How dare you! You're courting death, aren't you? How dare you look down on me!"

Xie Jingchun ignored him, and saw him rush into the middle of the servants in three steps, his fists and feet as fast as lightning.

boom!

The first servant was punched in the chest, flying three feet straight back before crashing into the corner of the wall, howling in pain.

Before the second one could even see what was happening, he was kicked to the ground, clutching his head and crying out in pain.

The third man tried to draw his knife, but Xie Jingchun struck him on the shoulder with an elbow strike. Before he could draw the knife, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

In the blink of an eye, all those arrogant servants had fallen to the ground, groaning and moaning.

Wang Qichang's expression changed drastically, and he took several steps back, glaring at Xie Jingchun.

"You, who are you?"