As a result of His Highness the Crown Prince’s arrangements, the original get-together between four sisters bewilderingly transformed into a dozen-person spring outing on Fu Mountain.

  Besides welcoming Miss Li’s fiancé, Young Sir Pei Yidao of the Count of Jian’an’s Estate, he also thoughtfully invited Miss Li’s sister-in-law, Pei Jia.

  It was good for the sister-in-laws to get closer to each other, and it was even better if they didn’t have the time to snatch his wife from him. That would be the best.

  His Highness even very thoughtfully found companions for his eighth sister and Senior Sister Liang, who were both single. They were respectively Shi Guangyun, the second young sir of the State Duke of Qing’s Estate, and Hui Fan, the second brother of the Royal Guard Commander Hui Feng.

  Thus, the four-person gathering between four bosom friends expanded into a nine-person gathering.

  When the crown prince was getting ready to set out, he bumped into his twelfth brother, who insisted on coming while dragging along the Song Family’s Song Xiaotie.

  On the other hand, when Qiao Mu was about to set out, the little monk latched onto her thigh and wailed miserably.

  Consequently, she could only helplessly set out with the monk.

  Our dear little Qiao Sen had yet to return from the academy, while Xiao Lin’er had gone with Shaoyao to their cousin Pu Ruolan’s place.

  Yet after that, on the way to Fu Mountain, the twelve-person party bumped into Duan Yue, Situ Yi, and Liu Yexin, who just “coincidentally” happened to be passing by.

  Hence, the original arrangement of tea for four transformed into a fifteen-person spring outing plus barbeque.

  The group sat together in an extremely spacious and extravagant carriage, cheerfully chatting while drinking tea during the ride.

  Qiao Mu exasperatedly fondled the little monk in her lap, pinching his tiny ears and rubbing his tiny face. She teased him in a rare bout of banter, “We’re going to eat barbeque, but it’s not like you can.”


  “This young monk can eat greens and mushrooms.”


  “Who is roasting mushrooms for you?” Qiao Mu rolled her eyes at him.

  Liang Qingqing couldn’t resist taking the little monk into her hands. “Little Junior Sister, where did you pick up this adorkable little monk? He’s so cute.”


  “Benefactress!” The little monk wiggled his tiny arms and legs, trying his utmost to climb back into Qiao Mu’s lap.

  Liang Qingqing grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded his tiny face.

  “This little fellow is too interesting. How old are you, little monk.”


  “This young monk is four and a half.”


  “Hahahaha, such a serious little expression. You’re too amusing.” It was like Liang Qingqing had found some toy she liked, loving the little monk too much to part with him.

  Yet the little monk disdained her very much, continuously throwing away her hand and squirming his tiny arms and legs to pounce back into Qiao Mu’s lap.

  Mo Lian was very happy upon seeing this, and he gave Senior Sister Liang an extremely friendly gaze. He scooted near his wifey and said with a smile, “Qiaoqiao, later when we arrive……”


  “Sister-in-Law!” Twelfth Mo’s voice interrupted the couple’s conversation.

  Therefore, Qiao Mu looked up and glanced in his direction.

  When they met just earlier, this funny prince had been trying to get close to her, which resulted in his eldest brother nearly throwing him out of the carriage.

  “Eldest Brother, why aren’t you letting me talk to Sister-in-Law,” Mo Yu complained in a huff.

  “What can you possibly say.” Mo Lian swept his younger brother a contemptuous little gaze.

  “With you, the only thing you can possibly talk about is the peach.”


  “What peach?” Qiao Mu blinked.

  “Eldest Sister-in-Law.” This simply stabbed at Mo Yu’s painful memory, and he immediately said with bitterness, “Eldest Brother was so mean. He was so petty that he didn’t even let me take another look at the peach you gave him.”


  “He wasn’t like this before.”


  Yet Mo Lian merely twitched his mouth before saying to Qiao Mu quietly, “Give him two peaches to stuff his mouth. He has harped on about this peach for roughly seven to eight years.”