A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 347

Upon hearing Ji Nian address her that way, even Princess Feia was taken aback—after all, she was old enough to be her mother. And the words that followed only made her chuckle softly.

"No boyfriend."

Though she did have a jealous husband.

She actually humored Ji Nian’s whimsical question.

Ji Nian thought that was wonderful and couldn’t help but cup her face in her hands. "Sister, you’re so beautiful."

Princess Feia was well aware of her looks. Aside from her husband, no one dared to say it outright, but the attention she’d received since childhood made it clear enough.

"Do you say that to everyone?"

Being praised like this by a girl young enough to be her daughter, Princess Feia leaned back slightly and hooked a finger under Ji Nian’s chin, as if teasing a kitten.

Ji Nian narrowed her eyes. "There aren’t many sisters in this world worthy of such praise from me."

Princess Feia ruffled her hair twice in response.

Hmm, just as soft as it looked in photos.

"Tomorrow is the Oulei Festival. The city will be lively."

"You can take your friends out to enjoy it. I’ll have people keep an eye on you."

Then, with a meaningful tone, she added, "Don’t miss the Priestess Dance."

She had to give her son a helping hand.

Especially since this girl clearly had a thing for beautiful people. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Ji Nian caught the hint, though she didn’t fully understand it, and agreed. But they were already planning to see the Priestess Dance anyway.

After exchanging a few more words with Ji Nian, Princess Feia stood up smoothly and strode out. Her aide was already waiting for her outside.

"Your Highness, the delegation from the royal family of T Country will arrive in half an hour."

"The Robe Master is expecting you."

Princess Feia adjusted her hair slightly, gave a small nod, and left briskly.

Ji Nian watched her retreating figure until she disappeared from sight.

[Suddenly, I realize I don’t just have a thing for the delicate type.]

Admiring strength is human nature, after all.

[Damn it, Uncle Lu Zhi is living the dream—I’m so jealous!]

Princess Feia seems like the type who’d spoil you like a kitten or a treasure if you just stuck around persistently.

The system offered a terrible idea: [You could marry Lu Jinghuai and become her daughter-in-law. Then she’d dote on you like a kitten too.]

Ji Nian looked like she wanted to yank out one of its wires.

[Are you treating the Young Imperial Grandson like some kind of joke?]

Always with the bad ideas.

"Is Her Highness very busy? Won’t she be celebrating the festival?"

If Ji Nian remembered correctly, Chen Mo had said that during the Oulei Festival, the entire country of O would be on holiday.

The attendant smiled. "For Her Highness, these are the busiest days."

Ji Nian nodded thoughtfully.

The palace wasn’t a hotel, so after touring it, the kids returned to the Ji Family’s residence in the city.

Lu Zhi even sent over a bunch of gifts for Ji Nian, along with a chef skilled in O Country cuisine.

They had a delightful dinner that night.

Even after dark, the festival kept the streets alive with energy.

After eating, the kids slipped out to watch the handsome men and beautiful women dancing in traditional attire. He Xiang even got hit on by a stunning older woman—until she found out he was only fourteen. Startled, she shoved two lollipops into his hands and bolted.

Shen Qingtang, intrigued by the dancing, joined in enthusiastically. Not content with dancing alone, she dragged Gu Xiuyuan along.

For all his grace in ballroom dancing, Gu Xiuyuan moved like a stiff wooden puppet trying to keep up with O Country’s fast-paced, large-motion choreography.

Ji Nian crouched nearby, recording their dance with frequent bursts of laughter, while He Xiang stood silently beside her, making sure no passerby accidentally kicked her.

The flickering festival lights reflected in He Xiang’s dark eyes.

Watching the dancers, he suddenly crouched down and nudged Ji Nian with his shoulder. When she turned to him, he held out his hand, voice low and slightly nervous: "May I have this dance?"

Under the glow of lanterns, Ji Nian met his earnest, black-pearl eyes—eyes that held only her reflection.

She grinned, stopped the recording, and patted his hand. "Sure!"

The two stepped into the dance circle.

Surprisingly, He Xiang was quite good—spinning and leaping with fluid grace, earning cheers from the O Country onlookers for the foreign-faced youth.

Unnoticed by him, his attention was entirely captured by the strands of Ji Nian’s hair brushing against his cheek.

Shen Qingtang, in the middle of her own dance, glanced over and nearly fainted at the rare softness on the usually stoic boy’s face.

Wei Yang, lurking in the shadows to keep watch, clicked his tongue roughly eight hundred times a minute at the sight of Ji Nian dancing with He Xiang.

Assassination. He was going to have the cicadas assassinate that brat He Xiang.

After dancing, He Xiang rubbed his arms, puzzled.

Strange. Where did this chill come from?

They played until midnight, when the Ji Family’s butler gently reminded them that staying up late wasn’t good for growing children, politely herding them off to bed.

At the word "staying up late," Gu Xiuyuan shot a cold glance in Ji Nian’s direction.

Ji Nian agreed it was reasonable and led the group back. As she passed Gu Xiuyuan, who was walking ahead, she slowed and whispered, "But I don’t have a dick, so I’m not worried about stunting my growth."

"Ji! Nian!"

Gu Xiuyuan chased after her, but Ji Nian dodged like a monkey, scrambling into the car before he could catch her.

Exhausted from the day’s fun, they all slept soundly that night—no tossing and turning from unfamiliar beds.

The next morning, they rose early for breakfast.

The festival outfits, tailored overnight after yesterday’s measurements, were delivered by the butler.

Ji Nian wasn’t surprised by the speed. With enough money, she could brew a complete vial of poison in one night too.

O Country, with its long history, had traditional attire that varied by dynasty.

Ji Nian’s dress was a white gown with golden embroidery at the chest, a pleated skirt, and a veil-like headpiece adorned with a gemstone dangling at her forehead. When she twirled, the veil fluttered gracefully—miraculously staying in place.

Click.

Shen Qingtang, crouching, captured Ji Nian spinning in front of the mirror, then snapped another shot as she turned at the sound.

"Gorgeous. I knew you’d look amazing in this."

Shen Qingtang wore a similar style, though in blue and white, making them a harmonious pair.

"Fits well."

Gu Xiuyuan and He Xiang had dressed faster and were already waiting outside.

Ji Nian’s eyes sparkled when she saw them.

Though not as tall as He Xiang, Gu Xiuyuan was still a slender youth. The long robes suited him, especially with the jade ornaments at his neck and fingers—like a noble young master from ancient times.

If he was the young master, then the expressionless He Xiang beside him was the young general.

One shoulder left bare, his defined muscles visible even at his age, he wore white inner robes beneath a deep green outer layer, cinched at the waist with a jade belt.

[~~]

Ji Nian whistled inwardly.

"It suits you both."

Shen Qingtang handed her camera to a servant, asking them to take a group photo.

After taking the photos, she sent the group picture along with the solo shots of Ji Nian to Ji Tingzhou, happily pocketing the red envelope.

Wei Yang’s photography skills weren’t as good as Shen Qingtang’s, so she leaned over and quietly asked Shen Qingtang to send her a copy, also slipping her a red envelope.

Ji Nian noticed and demanded fiercely that she share the money.

Shen Qingtang patted her soothingly and transferred her two hundred yuan.

During the day, the scenery was entirely different from the night. Because of the Priestess Dance today, the entire city was flocking toward the central square. The children, surrounded by bodyguards, moved along with the crowd toward the square.

Petals were occasionally tossed from the residential buildings lining the streets, and balloons filled the sky. The air buzzed with the sound of laughter and joy.

He Xiang couldn’t understand what they were saying, but he could feel the overwhelming happiness radiating from those unfamiliar voices.

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By the time they reached the square, not only was the Priestess Dance taking place, but it was also rumored that Princess Feia would appear on the balcony above to address the crowd.

Ji Nian and the others hadn’t arrived early, so they didn’t expect to secure front-row spots. Yet, the moment they arrived, a guard-like figure escorted them to the best viewing area.

Ji Nian’s sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure standing on the other side, shielded by a group of attendants.

Sensing the gaze, Lu Zhi removed her sunglasses and glanced over. When she saw Ji Nian, a hint of amusement flickered in her peach-blossom eyes, and she waved at her.

That outfit suits her so well.

Lu Zhi secretly pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos, carefully selecting the best ones to show her son later.

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