Of course, this is all a later story. At this moment, Jun Yu is still striving to make Jun Ning his companion. Even though he highly respects Jun Ning’s choice, he won’t slacken in his efforts one bit. He pleaded with Jun Ning for half the day, but no matter what, Jun Ning refused to nod and agree. Even if he promised with his life to Jun Ning that he wouldn’t let the Emperor trouble him, wouldn’t let anyone constrain him, and certainly wouldn’t let him suffer punishment or go hungry, Jun Ning still rejected him. Finally, cornered by Jun Yu’s persistence, Jun Ning directly refused, citing his recent need to plant vegetables, claiming he couldn’t be distracted and had no time to be Jun Yu’s companion, without any subtlety. Jun Yu did not get the result he wanted, and seeing no hope in persisting, could only leave dejectedly. The two looked like they parted on bad terms, but in the hearts of Jun Ning and Jun Yu, neither was angry with the other. Jun Yu was dejected only because he wouldn’t be able to study and play often with his elder brother in the future; he could only occasionally come to find him, feeling slightly disappointed. Fınd the newest release on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Just as he left, Qiong Hua appeared. After watching Jun Yu leave, she said to Jun Ning, "Yi Yi, your choice is not wrong, Mother supports you." Jun Ning looked towards Qiong Hua, "Mother, I thought you wouldn’t support me." Because, whether for him or for Qiong Hua, being a companion to the son of the Empress was a highly promising venture. They might even, someday, escape the Cold Palace because of this, completely breaking free from the days of hardship and suffering. If fortunate, they could rise to fame and achieve great success, which wasn’t impossible. But such a good opportunity was easily let go by Jun Ning. "Wishful thinking." Qiong Hua hugged Jun Ning, "The world outside is fraught with danger, how could Mother joke with your safety? You, ah, just need to grow up safely, always healthy. As for future wealth and accomplishments, Mother doesn’t care one bit." These words from Qiong Hua represent the hope of mothers everywhere. "Mother..." Jun Ning hugged Qiong Hua back, rubbed his head in her bosom, and sighed, "If only Ah Yu’s mother could think , Ah Yu wouldn’t live such a hard life at such a young age." "How is it? Is the Empress not good to him?" Qiong Hua asked somewhat anxiously, a trace of concern hidden in her eyebrows that was hard to detect. But Jun Ning, with keen observation, noticed it. He asked puzzledly, "Mother, you seem very worried about Ah Yu?" This concern seemed excessive, not like typical care from an elder to a young one, more like a mother’s care for her son. Thinking of this, Jun Ning frightened himself. How could he think this way? The seventeenth Prince is the son of the Empress, how could he be related to his mother, a maid in the Cold Palace? Must have been his illusion just now. "Is it?" Qiong Hua smiled awkwardly, skillfully changed the topic, "The porridge brought by the Palace Attendant today is fresh and rich, Mother has heated it for you, why not come over and drink it with her?" Jun Ning saw Qiong Hua didn’t want to say more, and didn’t press further, hopping up to follow Qiong Hua for porridge. The question just unanswered by Qiong Hua was thus glossed over. While mother and son here appeared loving and harmonious, time seemed peaceful, but the seventeenth Prince was in a dire situation.