"My Lady—" Nanny Yun was made nervous by the atmosphere. She stepped forward without realizing how peculiar the object in Zheng Nianru's hand was. It was just a piece of wood, but how did the Lady know about this thing?
Oh, the Lady had just mentioned that the Prince had told her.
"Nianru—" Prince Duan, noticing that Zheng Nianru was not following, deliberately stopped and waited. But, how could he recall that someone had said Nianru was dead?
Unlucky, Nianru was standing right in front of him, alive and well. Who was the fool who fabricated that?
"Alright—" Zheng Nianru was not eager to inquire about how to use the object. As long as it was in her possession, there would naturally be opportunities to learn about it in the future. Perhaps, she could even gradually remember some things.
"Father, I remember you love eating pork skin gelatine cakes…"
Housekeeper He heard this and panicked; the kitchen was unprepared.
