"You!" Ke Shouwang initially intended to reprimand, but he fell to the ground in pain, his body curling up.
Zhi’er seemed startled, her eyes widening in surprise.
Her small, fair face showed astonishment.
The little one’s lips were soft: "Brother, he..."
Bai Xuanmo picked up some noodles with chopsticks and fed them to his sister’s mouth.
"Eat up, he’s fine. Brother won’t take his life right in front of you."
Zhi’er obediently ate the noodles.
Bai Xuanmo seemed very pleased with the Little Ball’s obedience.
His fair face, with thin red lips, smiled with satisfaction.
"Little Ball, I’m liking you more and more. You’re so obedient."
"Don’t worry, what I gave him is just illusion medicine that causes discomfort."
Zhi’er tilted her little head: "Illusion medicine?"
Bai Xuanmo nodded: "The hallucination will only last for thirty minutes. It serves as a warning for him to stop foolishly rushing in and demanding a win."
At this time, Ke Shouwang sat up again. Despite being around fifteen years old, he cried like a heartbroken eight-year-old.
He sobbed: "Why do I always lose!"
Saying that, Ke Shouwang turned his tearful eyes to see Zhi’er sitting obediently eating noodles.
He quickly ran over, and Bai Xuanmo immediately blocked him in front of Zhi’er.
"Don’t come over here acting crazy." He frowned and wanted to scold.
But Ke Shouwang suddenly knelt and hugged Zhi’er’s little feet, pressing his face on them, wailing: "Grandma, you’re back! Your grandson is unfilial!"
The whole place fell silent.
Zhi’er grasped the spoon with her little hand, lowering her head and blinking her innocent, watery eyes, not knowing what to do.
It seemed that Ke Shouwang’s hallucination was seeing his grandmother, the woman born in Miao.
Ke Shouwang cried and kicked his legs: "Grandma, your powerful Poisonous Insect Technique has been wasted by me. Your grandson is sorry for you!"
"I’m too dumb, always losing to Bai Xuanmo. I can’t even make him have a stomach ache, grandma, sob..."
Zhi’er felt he was quite pitiable.
So, with her small hand, she pushed Bai Xuanmo aside.
Holding a peanut, she said, "Don’t cry, eat a peanut, and tomorrow good things will happen!"
Ke Shouwang lifted his tearful eyes, his round pan-like face covered with tear marks.
He silently took the peanut, and after eating it, cried and laughed: "It tastes really good!"
Ke Shouwang’s servant wanted to step forward to stop him but didn’t manage to in time.
Afterward, Ke Shouwang hugged Zhi’er’s little feet again: "Grandma, you were so good to me. After you passed away, dad and mom were busy, nobody cared about me."
Zhi’er gently patted the top of his head with her little hand.
"Then go make some friends to play with!"
"Where can I make friends?" Ke Shouwang looked at Zhi’er helplessly, resembling a distressed hamster with tears.
The little one thought for a moment, feeling a bit perplexed too.
She herself didn’t have many friends.
Suddenly, Zhi’er’s eyes lit up: "Mingyang Academy has many people; you’ll surely make friends there!"
"Mingyang Academy..." Ke Shouwang murmured, sniffing: "Okay, I’ll listen to grandma!"
While speaking, he rocked Zhi’er’s little feet back and forth, whimpering: "Grandma, why don’t you call me your good grandson anymore?"
Bai Xuanmo lifted his boot and gently nudged his shoulder: "That’s enough."
Ke Shouwang was nudged away but returned to hug again, pouting his round face to act spoiled: "No! I want grandma!"
Zhi’er’s long, curling black eyelashes framed her innocent eyes with a touch of helplessness.
She had no choice but to extend her little hand and ruffle Ke Shouwang’s head.
"Yay!" Ke Shouwang replied happily.
Beside them, the Ke Family’s servant closed his eyes, feeling socially doomed.
When the young master wakes up and learns of this, he might want to end it all.