Rebirth of the Ninth Princess

Ouyang Qingcheng continued feeding Yuanjiu, who continued eating, as though no one else existed.

Cailun's expression darkened as he rose to his feet and clasped his hands in polite refusal. "I'm sorry, my master dislikes being disturbed while dining. Please grant us this courtesy."

The messenger's face twisted slightly in displeasure. "Sir, I advise you out of kindness. My lady is a person of great influence. I hope you won't fail to appreciate the opportunity."

Ouyang Qingcheng's voice turned impatient. "Cailun."

Recognizing that the emperor was angry, Cailun called over an attendant and intentionally wearing a grim expression. "I wish to see your junior owner. Is this how Fairywood Restaurant treats its guests?"

The junior owner soon arrived, having been alerted.

Noticing the green dragon jade pendant at Ouyang Qingcheng's waist, he quickly laughed to diffuse the tension. "My apologies, Mr. Wu. Guard Wang, has Miss Gongsun also arrived? I've arranged entertainment on the fourth floor. Please inform Miss Gongsun that we would be honored if she can join us."

The guard, sensing from the junior owner's demeanor that Ouyang Qingcheng was not to be trifled with, snorted coldly before descending the stairs with the owner in tow.

"My darling, did you see that?" Ouyang Qingcheng seized the opportunity to teach. "Whenever possible, we should let others handle our problems. There's no need to act personally."

By now, Cailun had grown accustomed to such lessons and could keep a straight face even while listening to such teachings aimed at a child.

Yuanjiu nodded seriously. "I understand, Daddy."

She then added, "Daddy, I'm full."

Cailun, hearing this, handed her a cup of water for rinsing her mouth, allowing Ouyang Qingcheng to finally tend to his own meal.

"Sir," Cailun said gravely, "I'm afraid this Miss Gongsun will not let this matter rest so easily."

"Is she the young miss of the renowned Gladiator Arena?" Ouyang Qingcheng elegantly continued his meal while responding with an indifferent tone.

Yuanjiu picked up her small spoon, scooped a bite of crystal egg custard, and offered it to Ouyang Qingcheng.

Her sweet gesture made Ouyang Qingcheng's heart melt.

He opened his mouth to accept the custard, even though her slightly clumsy motion left a bit of sauce at the corner of his lips.

He didn't mind at all and simply wiped it away with a silk napkin.

Just as Cailun was about to speak, a teasing voice interrupted, "Since the young master seems interested in me, why not meet with me face to face?"

A girl in white clothes suddenly appeared at their table in a flash.

Ouyang Qingcheng put down his chopsticks and smiled faintly at Yuanjiu. "My darling, if no one else can resolve your trouble, what should you do?"

Yuanjiu thought for a moment and replied in her crisp voice, "Then I'll have to handle it myself."

Ouyang Qingcheng shook his head. "Not quite. Think again, darling."

Gongsun Lan who is ignored by him feeling irritated.

Her expression turned dark.