The four little ones stood in a row before the great door, their heads tilted back. For a while, none of them spoke.
The mechanisms on the door were so intricate and densely packed that one glance left them at a loss as to where to begin.
After a long moment, Jiang Xingran turned helplessly. "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yingcheng answered through a mouthful of food, "Ch-Chengcheng ish thinking-"
Jiang Xingran: "..."
Only when she noticed everyone staring straight at her did Jiang Yingcheng come back to her senses.
She seemed just as surprised to find herself eating cake, but generously gave each of them two pieces of the little pastries in her hand. "Chengcheng packed these from Imperial Father's table. Try some!"
The others were speechless for a moment.
They were less curious about where she had packed them than where the little girl had pulled them from.
Unaware of their thoughts, Jiang Yingcheng finished handing out the pastries, then tipped her little head back again and stared blankly at the door, looking thoroughly troubled.
She really had been thinking just now. She had not even noticed when she took the pastries from the hidden pocket in her sleeve. All she knew was that, by the time she heard her Seventh Prince's question, her mouth was already filled with the sweet fragrance of Cloud-Slice Cake.
Sigh... She had already sighed more times than she could count today.
Jiang Yingcheng counted off everything that had happened along the way on her fingers.
She had dragged the Fourth Prince into the water.
She had pulled Luo Fuying into the pit.
The little recording device was ready.
The wooden door on the Stone Steps was also standing open, waiting for Imperial Father to send people to search it.
Next, she only