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Jiang Ning said, “I don’t want to sit in a wheelchair today.”

“No.”

“No? Who’s the master here, you or me?”

“Sit.”

“I won’t sit!”

Jiang Ning carried the food box and walked around him.

Gucheng pushed the wheelchair behind her, quietly followed her for a while, and said, “I’ll go back.”

“Go back where?” Jiang Ning looked back at him.

“To the General.”

“What?” Jiang Ning turned around, “You want to go back to Uncle?”

Gucheng nodded.

He was the kind of person who would not speak unless he had to.

As if saying one more word would drain his energy.

“You’re not leaving!” Jiang Ning flatly refused, “Uncle gave you to me, so you’re mine in life and in death. Even if you become a ghost, you can only haunt me!” Gucheng: “…Aren’t you afraid?”

“I’m not afraid of ghosts; some people are scarier than ghosts. Besides, if

Gucheng becomes a ghost, he would still be a quiet, lovable ghost.”

Gucheng was silent for a moment, then said, “Sit.”

Jiang Ning sighed and resigned herself to sitting down in the wheelchair.

She hung the food box on the armrest of the wheelchair, propped her chin with one hand, and sighed, “I’ve been sitting in this wheelchair for so long, and now that my leg is finally better, I just want to walk. Is that too much to ask?”

“Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine, let’s walk later.” Gucheng explained.

Sometimes he was too terse when speaking, so even Jiang Ning couldn’t understand him. In those cases, he would simply add a few words to explain himself.

But even his explanations were always succinct.

Jiang Ning looked up at him, “Gucheng, why are you so terse when you speak? Don’t you like talking?”

Gucheng glanced down at her, hesitated, then shook his head.

“Your voice is beautiful; you should talk more.”

“Hmm.”

“How old are you?”

Gucheng shook his head.

Jiang Ning remembered that her uncle had said he was an orphan he had found when he was very young.

Gucheng didn’t know how old he was or when his birthday was.

Jiang Ning smiled, “Why don’t we make today your birthday? Today is the first day of the fourth month.”

Gucheng looked at her, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

Jiang Ning said, “Today is also my birthday.”

Gucheng nodded and said, “Okay.”

“Tonight, let’s celebrate our birthday together.” Jiang Ning was quite pleased.

Because this was a secret.

The first day of the fourth month was her real birthday, but it wasn’t the original Seventh Miss’s birthday.

The original Seventh Miss celebrated her birthday on the second day of the second month, which had already passed while Jiang Ning was recovering from her injuries.

However, her true birthday couldn’t be disclosed to others.

She didn’t explain much to Gucheng, knowing that he would never ask.

Not only would he not ask, but he also wouldn’t utter a single word to anyone else about it.

Most of the time, unless it was a question that required an answer, Jiang Ning wouldn’t receive a reply from him even after babbling on for ages.

If there was ever the perfect listener in this world, it would definitely be Gucheng.

Wenzan and Lingzi, the two little ones, had already been held and seated in the carriage by the wet nurse.

They had been fed plenty by Lin Zizi for the past few months, and were chubby and white.

Seeing their mother come, Lingzi started jumping up and down, but the wet nurse managed to calm and hold her back.

Madam had ordered that before Seventh Miss’s leg was fully recovered, the children were not allowed to jump around her, so as not to affect her injury.

Anyone could see that, no matter how adorable the Crown Prince and the Princess were, they paled in importance to Seventh Miss in Old Madam’s eyes.

Jiang Ning stood up, kissed the chubby cheeks of the little ones, then sat down in her own carriage, with Gucheng driving her straight to the palace..