Chapter 113: He would definitely be happy if someone praised him.

Shen Nanyun hurriedly corrected herself: “I mean the third prince will definitely not disappoint you!”

Shen Yi let out a light sigh.

Actually, in these past days, he had indeed developed some appreciation for the third prince. Perhaps it was because he had been staying in the Duke of Zhanguo’s mansion all along, so he shared the same initial intention as hers, which was putting the people first.

The common people were the foundation. It was precisely because of this that he was willing to listen to Shen Niannian’s words. If the third prince did not disappoint him in the future, he would not mind making an exception.

Shen Niannian and Shen Yi still had some words to say, so Shen Nanyun went back to Shaohua Yuan first.

Actually, she hadn’t expected Shen Yi to be so easy to persuade. She had originally thought it would take more effort, but she had unexpectedly convinced him so easily. Although he hadn’t explicitly expressed support for Xiao Yan, loosening his attitude was already quite good.

In this way, beside Xiao Yan there was now Shen Niannian who could be trusted. So, when Xiao Yan was established as the crown prince and ascended the throne in the future, the Duke of Zhanguo’s mansion would not only be safe and sound, but her status would also not change.

Her brows and eyes relaxed somewhat. Even Qingyu was infected by her emotions and said with a smile, “Miss’s mood is rarely so good.”

“Is that so?” Shen Nanyun replied while walking, “I feel that my mood is quite good every day.”

“My servant thinks that Miss’s mood has been somewhat down since Xiao Yan returned to the palace,” she pondered for a moment and continued, “Today is the happiest day in these days.”

Shen Nanyun couldn’t help but pause.

Has her mood been down since Xiao Yan came back to the palace?

Has it been that obvious?

Her face became a bit irritated, her steps quickened, her voice a bit small. She lightly coughed to disguise it: “… Let’s go back soon, I’m tired.”

Qingyu looked bewildered.

Wasn’t this just after leaving Shaohua Yuan?

She didn’t ask anything, just tightly followed behind Shen Nanyun, gently instructing, “Miss, walk slower.”

However, the more she said so, the faster Shen Nanyun walked.

Soon arrived the Paper Kite Festival.

Meng Chuyue had long been calling Shen Nanyun to go together.

The Paper Kite Festival was held in the suburbs, a grand event in the capital, and many people would go on that day.

Fortunately, although it was already autumn, this day was bright and sunny, the riverbank sparkling with sunlight, and many people had already gathered on the vast grassland. Various paper kites were floating in the azure sky, not only commoners but also young masters and misses from noble families were present.

Shen Nanyun’s paper kite was one made by Shen Jinyu for her birthday, a colorful butterfly, exquisitely crafted, elegant in every detail. Meng Chuyue couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows and smile, “Looks good.”

“Made by Jinyu,” she said, “if you like it, I’ll have him make another one for you. He would be very happy to hear that someone praises his craftsmanship.”

Shen Jinyu was still just a child.

Hearing praise, he would be overjoyed.

Meng Chuyue nodded, her eyes curving with a smile, “Then I’ll thank Jinyu first.”

Shen Nanyun had always been adept at flying kites since before transmigrating, so here she flew hers very high and steadily, as if higher than others’. Qingyu couldn’t help but exclaim softly.

“Miss is so amazing!”

Meng Chuyue also nodded, “I didn’t expect Yanyun to fly so well.”

Shen Nanyun smiled proudly, tilting her head, “Of course.”

She was quite confident in it.

After flying for a while, Shen Nanyun felt tired. She retrieved her kite and handed it to Qingyu, then watching Meng Chuyue still diligently flying, she smiled.

“I didn’t expect Chuyue to have things she can’t do.”

Meng Chuyue’s face blushed faintly, “I never knew how to fly kites since childhood. Don’t tease me, Yanyun.”

Shen Nanyun said, “I’ll help you.”

She took Meng Chuyue’s kite and in no time flew it very high. Meng Chuyue’s eyes widened in awe, “Yanyun flies better than those boys.”

Shen Nanyun smiled slyly, “They’re no match for me.”

The more she said, the smugger she felt, as if wagging her tail, adorable.

Meng Chuyue held back her laughter and nodded, “That’s right.”

Shen Nanyun returned the kite to Meng Chuyue, then pointed to the sparkling riverbank, “You fly first, I’ll sit by the river to rest a while. If you want to find me, go there.”

“Good~”

Shen Nanyun walked with Qingyu to the riverbank.

Some business-minded vendors had set up stalls on the edge, selling various goods, conveniently with places to sit and rest.

At this time, everyone was flying kites, so few people at the rest spots. She chose a comfortable spot and sat down, stretching lazily to relieve fatigue.

Many people, genuinely happy, but also truly tired.

Perhaps accustomed to staying in Shaohua Yuan, not venturing out much, she got tired quickly after going out for a while.

She slightly narrowed her eyes looking into the distance. Meng Chuyue’s kite was also getting better, as expected of the female lead. Although the plot with Xiao Yan was already stretched to the limit, but she was still the destined daughter, capable of doing everything well, even if she didn’t know initially.

Shen Nanyun turned her head to look at the lake surface.

Not far away, there was a cluster of osmanthus trees, a rich osmanthus fragrance wafting over, the scent Shen Nanyun loved.

Her mood suddenly improved.

But in her peripheral vision, she suddenly noticed a figure walking slowly towards her. The person’s appearance looked somewhat familiar. Shen Nanyun pondered for a long time before realizing, wasn’t this Lin Yan, Jun Ci’s white moonlight?

She could tell her intention was obvious, walking towards her.

Intuition told her this visit wasn’t anything good.

Shen Nanyun couldn’t help sighing.

Hearing that Jun Ci and Lin Yan’s engagement was broken off, could he be pinning the blame on her?

The more she thought, the more likely it seemed.

She only felt exhausted, didn’t want to argue with Lin Yan anymore, and besides, the breaking of their engagement had nothing to do with her, Shen Nanyun didn’t want to waste her breath.

So she stood up and said to Qingyu, “Let’s go sit somewhere else.”

Qingyu lowered her head, “Yes, Miss.”

But just as they prepared to leave, Lin Yan suddenly quickened her steps and blocked Shen Nanyun and Qingyu’s path. Her face showed no smile, her eyes sharp and full of enmity.

“Miss Shen, may I have a few words with you?”