Qi Yun, Qinglian, the three princesses and their sisters nodded slightly and looked at Young Master Liu who was sitting in the main seat.
Xie Yun looked at Liu Mingzhi's peaceful expression, and the tension in his heart gradually eased.
"Hey, that's it."
"I see."
Liu Mingzhi chuckled and nodded, then picked up a melon seed from his palm and put it in his mouth.
After Liu Song and Xie Yun disappeared, Liu Mingzhi turned around and looked at Qi Yun, the third princess and the sisters, and sighed melancholy.
Young Master Liu smiled and nodded, happily picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of the slightly cold tea.
"There is no such rule in replying to uncle."
"My nephew is here."
Liu Mingzhi smiled lightly and nodded, raising his hand to knock out the ashes from the smoke pot in the copper basin under the table.
Qi Yun patted the crumbs of melon seeds in her hand, and walked towards Young Master Liu with swaying steps.
"Husband, how about the eighth day of March?"
"The eighth day of March, the first auspicious day?"
Chapter completed!