The Eighth Prince was amusing, which made Ye Zao happy. However, sour plum soup couldn't be drunk casually. But he could eat a few more cherries.
This child, like his mother, also loved to eat them.
Fortunately, although the Eighth Prince was stubborn, he didn't hold grudges against his mother.
Along the way, the wheels rolled on and reached Chengde.
Upon arrival, the weather wasn't great. The sky was overcast.
Luckily, after the Fourth Master and others were settled in their temporary accommodations, a thunderous roar from the sky brought down a torrential rain.
Su Peisheng stood in the corridor, sighing with relief, thinking to himself, "Thank the ancestors for their protection! If it had rained earlier, I'm afraid even His Majesty would have gotten wet! Then I would have failed in my duties as a eunuch."
Ye Zao stood in front of the Water Heart Pavilion, watching the heavy rain outside: "Are Hongxin and the others all settled in?"
