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Jun Moqing saw her and didn’t seem surprised, more like it was expected.

Shen Chuwei stood up, watched the man walk past her, then sat on the couch, and questioned, "My mung bean ice cream, was it you who hid it?"

Jun Moqing said indifferently, "Hmm."

Shen Chuwei, seeing his justified and composed manner, couldn’t help feeling a bit angry.

"What right do you have to hide my mung bean ice cream?"

Xue Huai brought a fresh pot of tea in front of the master before retreating.

Jun Moqing picked up the teacup, glanced at the huffy little Chuwei, "This is the only way to deal with a child who lies."

Shen Chuwei felt both angry and wronged, "That mung bean ice cream was mine, not yours, what right do you have to hide my things?"

The palace maid took the master’s hand, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a reminder, "Master, don’t be angry, we still don’t know who he is, in case he’s an important figure, it won’t be good if we offend him."

Actually, without the palace maid’s reminder, Shen Chuwei also knew the man in front of her was no ordinary identity, and was indeed someone formidable.

She just couldn’t understand, how could a man share a palace with a princess?

Too strange.

If it were not for the twelve mung bean ice creams, she wouldn’t be so unwilling to demand an explanation.

However, for the sake of twelve mung bean ice creams, it was not worth provoking someone one shouldn’t provoke.

Better to spend more time making them again tomorrow.

Shen Chuwei gritted her teeth, "Forget it, those twelve mung bean ice creams are a gift to you, I still have things to do, so I will go back first."

Shen Chuwei left without looking back after she finished speaking, mainly because she felt guilty.

Once outside the Main Hall, Shen Chuwei commanded, "Go inquire about any impressive figures that have arrived in the palace, and also find out who used to live in the Main Hall."

The palace maid replied, "This servant understands."

Shen Chuwei returned to her quarters, still feeling somewhat gloomy, until she saw braised pork knuckle on the dinner table, then she felt somewhat relieved.

The palace maid returned and reported, "Master, this servant asked around for a long time, but I didn’t hear of any impressive person arriving in the palace."

Shen Chuwei bit into a piece of braised pork knuckle, her eyes filled with confusion, the man didn’t look like a prince, and a prince couldn’t live with a princess either.

"As for who used to live in the Main Hall, I’ve asked many people and none knew, but finally, I asked an elderly person who said it seemed like the National Master used to live there."

Shen Chuwei had just taken a sip of meat soup and nearly spit it out when she heard ’National Master.’ She took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth.

"Did you say the National Master?"

"This servant isn’t certain, most people in the palace are new and don’t know the affairs of Wuyou Palace, it wasn’t easy finding an old person to ask, perhaps it’s true," said the palace maid.

"No way! That man is the National Master?"

However, Shen Chuwei soon denied this possibility.

The National Master was a high-profile figure, and the Emperor so respected him, he would surely welcome him personally and hold a grand feast, a conclusion drawn from the information provided by Xiao Jinyan.

But there had been no news in the palace these past few days, and the Emperor hadn’t mentioned the National Master’s return.

Moreover, someone who could be the National Master would be at least in his fifties or sixties, wouldn’t he?

That man today looked very young, not even thirty.

How could he possibly be the National Master?

Could he be someone who works under the National Master?

Thinking there might be such a possibility, Shen Chuwei’s eyes brightened. Wouldn’t this mean the National Master might be coming back soon?

Feeling glad, Shen Chuwei helped herself to an extra bowl of rice that night.

Before bed, Shen Chuwei asked the palace maid to bring her some incense.

The palace maid secured and lit the incense as quickly as she could.

Shen Chuwei held the incense, praying sincerely for a passing deity, hoping the National Master would return to the palace the next day.

After the master finished praying, the palace maid holding the incense couldn’t help but ask, "Master, are you praying for a marriage this time?"

Shen Chuwei smiled, "Why would I pray for that? I’m off to bed, and you should rest too."

The palace maid didn’t understand what the master was thinking and didn’t dwell on it, taking the incense and leaving.

The next day, the bustling streets were filled with people coming and going.

"Brother, you’re injured; why exert yourself to please her? You are the Crown Prince now, if she isn’t blind, she would choose you."

Early in the morning, Ye Anyu was out shopping with the Crown Prince for Feng Wuyou, feeling somewhat displeased.