Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

Until now, Li Jiafu lived alone in a large palace and was also the master of that same palace.

But being a child, he was inevitably mischievous. Despite his generally good behavior, he sometimes sneaked out on a whim.

Initially, Jing Xingzhi wanted to teach the mischievous child, but upon reflection, he realized Li Jiafu was different from Fang Yaojun, and there was he could say.

Li Jiafu often felt bored spending all day in the palace, so it was natural for him to want to come out and play. Besides, he was still young and his father couldn’t always be there for him.

In the end, Jing Xingzhi didn’t say anything, just pinched the child’s cheek and said, “Let me show you around here.”

“Okay.” When Li Jiafu heard this, his eyes lit up and he happily took Jing Xingzhi’s hand.

It was clearly an ordinary small house, but Li Jiafu was very satisfied with the visit.

This was his first time visiting someone else’s home. To him, it was like a country bumpkin going out and seeing everything new and interesting.

After a while, the two returned to the gate.

Seeing the gate opened in front of him, Zhang Tong watched eagerly, but Li Jiafu refused to leave.

He looked at Jing Xingzhi and finally revealed his true thoughts, saying, “I… I want to go to Han, Hanbei! See Jiangnan!”

Zhang Tong almost cried when he heard this from a distance.

‘Little Ancestor! Is there anything good to see in Jiangnan? I think you just want to see my butt bloom!’

Zhang Tong was worried that Li Jiafu’s thoughts might have been inspired by the carriage ride. Since leaving the palace, he had been considering leaving the capital!

How did he think of Jiangnan? Jiangnan was a place Young Master Jing heading home to. Zhang Tong’s reddish eyes glanced at Jing Xingzhi.

He thought to himself, ‘I beg you to reject him quickly!’

Jing Xingzhi, who was being stared at by Zhang Tong, had a very strange picture appear in his mind.

He thought about his time in Hannan Prefecture there was a dog sneaking into the carriage behind to sleep, halfway on the road the dog woke up and was sent back, but only for it to chase Jing Xingzhi’s carriage. And now became his family’s fat black dog.

Was there an unexpected sense of overlap in this scene now?

But people usually being chased by handsome shuangers and beauties, and here he was… by a dog and a kid, what was going on?!

Regardless, he was indeed extremely charming, even though he might have charmed on the wrong people.

Jing Xingzhi knelt down and rejected Li Jiafu seriously: “No, your father won’t let you.”

Li Jiafu lowered his head in frustration, his pouted mouth could have hung a bottle of oil: “I… I haven’t asked yet!”

“Then you go and ask,” Jing Xingzhi said. “If your father agrees, I’ll take you there. If he doesn’t, it won’t work. You’re still young. You can always visit there when you are older.”

After hearing Jing Xingzhi’s reasons, Li Jiafu nodded, understanding that he was too young. But he still said, “Wait, wait until I ask!”

“Okay, wait until you finish asking. After you finish asking, ask Master Zhang to send me a message. But don’t sneak out again; Master Zhang will be punished because of you.” Jing Xingzhi looked at Zhang Tong and smiled.

Zhang Tong thought to himself, ‘As expected, those who studied are good at anything! Unlike others who always jump around like monkeys!’

Jing Xingzhi said this; how could Zhang Tong not check the carriage next time he came out? With this, Li Jiafu could no longer sneaking out.

After eliminating the possibility of Li Jiafu sneaking out, Jing Xingzhi felt much better. But Zhang Tong had to be more cautious, which was pitiful.

Li Jiafu didn’t know that his junior uncle was a bit evil. He said goodbye to Jing Xingzhi, turned around, and got on the carriage back to the palace.

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After returning to the palace, Li Jiafu grabbed Zhang Tong’s sleeve and wanted to follow him to see Li Yunxi.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Tong brought out a sulky Li Jiafu from Kaiyang Palace.

Zhang Tong saw that the young highness was angry and coaxed, “Fourth Highness, it’s okay if you couldn’t go to Jiangnan. I’ll ask Young Master Jing to bring you some specialties and paint two paintings, just like the ones I’ve seen before.”

Li Jiafu glanced at him. “Little brother, little brother can’t get out.”

Li Jiafu thought Zhang Tong was a bit stupid. His little brother wasn’t born yet, so how could his junior uncle draw it on paper?

Zhang Tong thought for a while and then realized what Li Jiafu was thinking about—the unborn child in Jing Xingzhi’s wife’s belly.

Zhang Tong said in confusion, “Your Highness, even if you go there, you won’t be able to see him!”

“I’ll get close to the baby, first. Then, I, I can play with him, when he is, born.”

Li Jiafu thought he had a good idea, but unfortunately, his father refused to let him go, so he could only wait for his little brother to come to the capital.

“Well…”

Li Jiafu sighed, feeling a little sad in his little heart.

“Well…”

Zhang Tong also sighed, feeling a little sad in his heart after going through many things. ‘You royal people have such strange minds! How could you be familiar with someone who isn’t born yet?’

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After receiving the gift and resolving the issue of Li Jiafu wanting to accompany him, Jing Xingzhi finally set off for home.

He quietly boarded the carriage, headed straight to the dock, transferred to a large ship, and departed southward!

However, as soon as he stepped onto the boat, Jing Xingzhi felt a wave of nausea in his stomach. Despite trying to hold it back several times, he had to disembark and vomit.

Jing Xingzhi vomited gracefully and composed himself.

The steward on the ship asked with concern, “Are you seasick? It’s going to be a rough ride if you are!”

Wang Zhuang replied, “He doesn’t get seasick. We’re from Hanbei Prefecture!”

Hanbei Prefecture, situated in the south of the Yangtze River, relied heavily on boats for transportation. How could someone from there get seasick?

After Jing Xingzhi finished vomiting, he raised his head, his discomfort evident in his reddened eyes, and remarked, “I feel like Liu Fang might be vomiting.”

Perplexed, the steward asked, “Who is Liu Fang?”

Internally, the steward wondered if Liu Fang was some kind of notorious person who could make others sick just by association.

Jing Xingzhi took a sip of water to rinse his mouth and smiled, “My wife!”

The steward nodded in understanding, “Ah, I see.”

Wang Zhuang, standing nearby, glanced at Jing Xingzhi and gently released the hand he had been using to support him.