"Not necessarily; mainly if something happens, Brother Zhongjin would send me a message." Chu Ziluo explained without hiding.
"Are you sure you want to show me?" Chu Hengās obsidian-like eyes showed no obvious emotion, even if it was Prince Rong who sent it to his daughter.
Seeing his reaction, Chu Ziluo had some speculations.
She nodded more firmly: "Yes, although both Mother and Father trust me and donāt think Brother Zhongjinās character is questionable, if thereās any mistake in our private correspondence, it wouldnāt be good."
"Besides, Brother Zhongjin can deliver the letter to me, definitely with your permission, Father."
Looking at the eloquent Chu Ziluo, Chu Heng did not deny it, but his act of opening the envelope indicated his response.
Chu Ziluoās lips curved slightly as she waited quietly beside him.
From the beginning, she did not intend to hide from Father and Mother.
Initially, the contents of the letters were nothing crucial, just like family letters, and usually, Chu Ziluo would often write home letters to her maternal family and elders like her grandfather.
Having gotten used to writing letters, she increasingly didnāt feel there was any issue.
Therefore, she didnāt think about informing Father and Mother about this matter.
It wasnāt until Li Chongjin mentioned some matters related to the palace and her own father in the letter that she realized she hadnāt informed them about the correspondence with Li Chongjin.
Chu Heng finished reading all the letters.
His gaze lingered on the last one.
"I understand. These letters, keep them safe, donāt let anyone else see them." Chu Heng handed the letter back to her.
Chu Ziluo nodded: "Iāll destroy them when I return; however, some daily ones can be kept."
Because there were no identifying words in the letters, even if outsiders saw them, they wouldnāt know who was corresponding.
"I wrote the letter with my left hand." Chu Ziluo saw that Chu Heng didnāt say much, so she explained proactively.
Chu Heng was slightly surprised by her decisive nature, showing no reluctance, and reached out to pat her headāa gesture he rarely made since Chu Ziluo turned ten.
Chu Ziluoās cheeks reddened, due to shyness.
Chu Heng praised, "Not bad."
Chu Ziluoās eyes curved, breaking the mature facade she pretended to uphold.
"Father, Iāll go bring Nuanbao over for dinner." Chu Ziluo smiled, leaving before Ye Muyu approached.
Ye Muyu was wiping her hands as she walked over, curiously asking, "What were you two secretly discussing behind my back?"
Her words carried a hint of banter, not genuinely blaming them for talking secretly.
Chu Heng reached out to unfold her fingers, noticing they were slightly pale, frowned, and disapproved, saying, "Thereās no need to cook personally; the Kitchen Maidās skills are almost as good as yours now."
"I was just worried about you being hurt." Ye Muyu stood on her tiptoes to examine the wound on his forehead.
After looking, she couldnāt help but break into laughter. A big bump, paired with Chu Hengās ever-serious face, seemed to crack his perfect facade.
"Hahaha, Ah Heng, your bump is too funny; it affects your looks." Ye Muyu laughed uncontrollably.
Chu Heng didnāt even lift an eyelid, calmly took the hand cream and applied it for her.
Each finger was covered with the hand cream, and their fingers were somehow intertwined.
"Alright, letās go, have dinner." Chu Heng didnāt let go of her hand, heading straight into the house.
Ye Muyu was no longer shy about it now; these kinds of moments when she was led by Chu Heng around the residence were too common, even the servants at the residence had grown accustomed to it.