Zeng Anmin's gaze ultimately locked onto the small purple censer on the courtyard desk. Three incense sticks were burning inside.
"There is no need to rush so much when seeing me in the future," the Crown Prince said. He thoughtfully reached out and straightened Zeng Anmin's collar, which wasn't even messy, before reprimanding him gently. "You must always put yourself first."
"Thank you for your care, Your Highness." Zeng Anmin was somewhat moved.
He thought, "This little fatty Crown Prince really knows how to win people over! He's far better than that flat-chested, brainless sister of his!!"
Even now, whenever he recalled Princess Ning'an's speechless stupidity when he first transmigrated here, he still felt lingering fear.
"Haha, I am Wang Qianzhi, Imperial Tutor to the Crown Prince. A pleasure to meet you, Zeng Anmin."
