By the time they returned home, it was already nightfall.
Yang Yu had prepared dinner and was waiting for them.
Seeing the flower wreath on Su Liang's head, he couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful! It must have been a gift from big brother Ning!"
Su Liang shook her head, "It's from little cutie Zhengzheng."
Yang Yu grinned in silence. Though Zhengzheng was a clever child, he was too young to create such delicate handiwork.
In this household, the most skilled and dexterous person was Ning Jing, according to Su Liang.
Yang Yu didn't expose the truth, guessing that Ning Jing had made it himself and had given it to Su Liang under the guise of being from Zhengzheng. How awkward.
Zhengzheng had already been sent home by the two of them.
At dinner, Yang Yu asked about their visit to Changchun Garden during the day. In the afternoon, he had heard some of the feud between the two princes.
