Speaking of this, Shen Xiang suddenly remembered the incident where he sneaked off to the theater. He grabbed his hand tightly and asked, "What were you doing at the theater, young master? It's not a good place. You shouldn't have gone there."

Mingxi's face showed innocence, along with a touch of grievance. "I only heard people... saying that there are... good-looking people... in the theater. Xier also wants to be as good-looking as them..."

He lowered his head and looked at his hands covered in calluses, his expression filled with disappointment. "Xier is not attractive... that Sixth Prince would not like Xier either..."

Only Minggege will treat Xier well...

Thinking of Zhong Junming, Ming Xi's eyes turned slightly red, and she anxiously asked Shen Xiang, "Grandmother Xiang, will Junming... still come back?"

"Yes," Shen Xiang nodded with tears in her eyes. "I will definitely make it happen. And the Sixth Prince will also come to like the young master and treat him well."

Mingxi lowered her eyes and nodded, revealing a smile. "I'll wait for Brother Ming to come back, and also wait for the plum blossoms to bloom."

He turned his head and saw that Shen Xiang was still crying, so he hurriedly wiped away her tears and then picked up the medicinal bowl on the table, saying, "Don't be sad, Godmother Xiang... Once you drink the medicine, your illness will get better..."

"Okay..." Shen Xiang responded, opening his mouth and lowering his head to drink the medicine in his hand.

Meanwhile, in the hall located a short distance away from the dilapidated courtyard, Ming Du sat in the main seat, listening to butler Chen Jiu's report on the situation in the mansion.

"And also, regarding the matter of the Sixth Prince entering the residence? Should we perhaps arrange for the steward to teach the young master some etiquette?"

As Chen Jiu spoke, he bent down again, lowering his gaze obediently, and waited for Ming Du's instructions.

After contemplating for a moment, Ming Du put down the teacup in his hand and solemnly instructed, "Clean up the courtyard where the Sixth Prince will be staying in the next few days. All the expenses for food, clothing, and daily necessities should be provided from the palace... As for the housekeeper, you can arrange that yourself."

"In a few days, let Mingxi move to the new courtyard."

"Yes." Chen Jiu kept his words in mind, and seeing Ming Du wave his hand wearily, he then exited through the door.

On the second day, just as the day was breaking, Mingxi could hear the sound of footsteps coming from outside the house. Seeing that Shen Xiang was still fast asleep, he tiptoed out of the door.

As soon as I stepped out of the hospital gate, I saw numerous guards and maidservants carrying boxes of things, walking towards another courtyard.

The leading guard was still shouting. Mingxi approached a few steps closer before finally hearing what he was saying.

"Move faster! Be careful! That box contains the Emperor's personally bestowed Ruyi…"

"Hurry, quickly! Prepare more red Luo coal in case the Sixth Prince gets cold after entering the mansion... The Prince's health is very precious... Take good care of yourselves!"

"Hey, be more careful...! Slow down!"

"Yes." The attending guards and maidservants responded in unison, hurriedly going to fetch the boxes and charcoal pots.

The sixth prince... Ming Xi leaned against the artificial mountain, gazing at the courtyard filled with boxes, her eyes filled with longing.

The sixth prince is so fortunate. He gets to live in such a large courtyard and enjoys so much delicious food and fun activities. Unlike him, the sixth prince doesn't have to suffer from cold or hunger.

He thought with admiration and a sense of loss, unaware that he had already returned to the old courtyard.

He was feeling a little low, but when he saw the plum forest in the small courtyard, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The Sixth Prince has some things that he doesn't, but he has some things that the Sixth Prince doesn't have either.

As long as the plum tree remains, Zhong Junming will come back. With this thought, a hint of joy radiated from Ming Xi's brows.

Afterwards, he mimicked Shen Xiang's usual actions, going to the well to fetch water, carrying a wooden bucket back to the side of the plum forest, rolling up his sleeves to water the plum trees, eyes filled with anticipation.

The following year in spring, when the weather turns warm, the plum blossoms will surely bloom, won't they?