In a blink of an eye, it is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day before New Year's Eve.

Rong Qingqing was still sleeping and was suddenly woken up by Xiaotao, "Prince, the prince is back."

Rong Qingqing was lying on the bed, still feeling a little tired. Hearing this, he asked slowly, "Who?"

"I mean the prince is back." Xiaotao said, sighing, "Now the ground is frozen, I didn't expect the prince to come back from Suzhou. I heard the elder brother who was accompanying him say that in order to come back before New Year's Eve, the prince traveled day and night, braved the wind and snow, and changed several horses on the way. The prince traveled thousands of miles and rushed back without hesitation. Needless to say, he must have come back specially to celebrate the New Year with you."

Rong Qingqing blinked and finally woke up completely.

Dad is back?

She knew how angry she was today. It was so cold that she was traveling day and night. It was conceivable how hard it was, but her father still rushed back just to accompany her to celebrate the New Year.

Her heart was filled with silent warmth and emotion, and she said softly but surprised: "Is my father back?"

"Yes, it's been a while since the prince came back. He has just come over. Seeing that you are not awake, he will go back first." Xiaotao said.

When Rong Qingqing heard this, she quickly pulled the quilt and got out of bed, washed and changed her clothes quickly.

Xiao Zhen was sorting out the letters in the study room, and the personal guard came to report, "Prince, the princess is here."

"Let her come in." Xiao Zhen's face flashed with joy. As he was talking, he threw the letter in his hand aside. He couldn't wait, so he walked out first.

Just as Rong Qingqing was about to enter the house, she saw Xiao Zhen coming out.

"Dad." She shouted happily.

"Girl!" Seeing Xiao Zhen's solemn and cold face suddenly became softer when he saw his daughter who was thinking about him.

At this moment, he was no longer the iron-blooded general who scared the Huns, but just an ordinary father.

Looking at his daughter, Xiao Zhen suddenly frowned, "Why do you look like you've lost weight? Are you feeling uncomfortable living in the mansion?"

"Where is thin?" Rong Qingqing couldn't help but pull the flesh on her cheeks, "I'm obviously very fat, okay?"

Xiao Zhen said disagreeably: "Even thin is so thin that he can be blown away by the wind. Where is he fat? Didn't he eat well?"

Rong Qingqing was a little helpless and joked: "No! You probably don't know how much I can eat. I can eat two bowls of rice every meal." As she said that, she was afraid that he would say he would lose weight again, so she quickly changed the topic and said, "By the way, Dad must have not had any meals yet, let's go eat together."

"Okay." Xiao Zhen agreed happily. Looking at his daughter who had just reached her chest, he couldn't help it and reached out to rub her head.

Rong Qingqing smiled sweetly without any disgust.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and red lanterns hung early in the mansion, and they were completely refreshed everywhere.

In the evening, the emperor invited all the ministers and their families to the palace with King Su.

When the father and daughter walked into the hall, they attracted many people's attention.

Looking at Rong Qingqing, who was not weak at all with the strong aura of King Su, everyone was surprised. It was only then that she realized that she was not much the same as the rumor.

The cowardly Miss Rong in my impression seems to be not the same person as the princess of Prince Su’s mansion in front of me.

Xiao Zhen noticed the gazes that fell on Rong Qingqing, frowned, subconsciously turned sideways, blocking the snooping sight for her.

He took Rong Qingqing and was about to sit down, when Guo Ziyi, the Minister of Rites, came over with his son Guo Luolin.
Chapter completed!