At the Zhou Marquis Residence, Zhulan played chess with the Imperial Grandson. Yes, she was older, playing chess with a little toddler, and the game was evenly matched, which was a bit embarrassing for her.
Zhulan placed a piece, using her age to her advantage, and said with a relaxed tone, "I won."
The Imperial Grandson put down his piece, "I learned a lot today. Thank you for your guidance, Madam."
Zhulan looked at the chubby child with curiosity. Indeed, as Zhou Shuren said, he was charming, "I've always heard about the Grandson's intelligence. Today, I've seen it firsthand."
The Imperial Grandson lifted his chin slightly; he had been playing chess with his grandfather since a young age, "Grandfather taught me well."
Zhulan was aware of the Grandson's precociousness. Despite his young age, he had many thoughts. When she saw Qing Xue bring in fruits, she smiled and said, "Would you like to have some fruit, Grandson?"
