When Su Ying brought the three children back to the manor, Aunt Zhao was very surprised.
"Why did Your Highness come back so early?" Madam Zhao was even more surprised when she caught sight of Fu Zheng. "Isn't this the eldest grandson of Duke Zhenguo's Residence?"
"Do you know him, Aunt Zhao?"
Aunt Zhao nodded. She had seen the child twice in the capital before. This was because the child's looks were too similar to his biological mother, Madam Zhou, and that was why she remembered him.
"This child is at least seven or eight years old, right?"
"Granny, I'm already eight years old this year," Fu Zheng replied.
Aunt Zhao looked at his sallow and emaciated appearance and couldn't help but feel some heartache. "You must be hungry. Old Hea said that Your Highness wouldn't be back by noon. I don't know if he has prepared any food. I will send someone to ask."
