After tricking Master Mo Yanchi away.
The next day, Zhi’er couldn’t wait to take the carriage to the Imperial Mansion.
She wanted to tell her discovery to her uncle, Xu Lianzhou!
However, after the gatekeeper led her into the mansion.
She saw Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu and Prince Kang quarreling and hurling insults at each other in the backyard.
Prince Kang was so angry that his face was red, his veins bulging.
"I’ll say it again, those friends you hang out with aren’t good people. If you dare to go horse riding with them, I’ll break your legs today!"
Bai Yaoyu clenched his fists, his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes filled with a young man’s defiance.
"Why? Just because you’re my father, I have to listen to everything you say? Even as a father, if you don’t keep your word, you’re not a father worth respecting!"
"I’m not going to listen to you, and I’m telling you, I’m going today. If you have the guts, come and break my legs!"
Standing beside them, Princess Consort Kang was plagued by a headache. Though she didn’t want to intervene, both her husband and son had impulsive tempers.
If she didn’t stop them, and if something truly happened, she’d be the only one regretting and grieving later.
"Alright, stop arguing! Yaoyu, don’t talk to your father like that," sighed the Princess Consort Kang.
She pulled on Bai Yaoyu’s sleeve, "Your father isn’t wrong. That Second Young Master of the Wei Family is notorious for being a scoundrel."
"I heard he recently threw his own servant into a pond for fun, and drowned her."
"That heartless beast, you should stay away from him."
Bai Yaoyu’s eyes were filled with violent anger and aggression.
He looked at Prince Kang, speaking with a cold tone, "So what? How did you promise me before, dad?"
"You said that if I endured a month at Mingyang Academy, you’d dismiss your concubines. But now you’re making excuses, saying that the holiday breaks for the New Year don’t count as a full month."
Bai Yaoyu let out a cold, mocking laugh, his eyes filled with ridicule.
"Why not just say you’re stalling? Since you can’t bear to part with those concubines, then it’s not your place to dictate who I befriend!"
With that, Bai Yaoyu flung away his hand and turned to leave.
Prince Kang was furious, spurting out profanity on impulse, "You turtle son, you..."
However, he hadn’t finished cursing when he noticed Zhi’er standing not far away, watching the commotion with curious big eyes.
Bai Yaoyu’s fiery anger instantly froze and gradually subdued.
"Little sister," he hurried over and held Zhi’er in his arms, lowering his voice, "Did I scare you? Brother was just speaking a bit loud just now."
Zhi’er’s long lashes fluttered as she adorably asked, "Third Uncle, Third Brother, were you just fighting?"
"No, no," Prince Kang smiled warmly, "Your Third Brother wants to go out and play, but Third Uncle wants him to stay home and study."
With that, Prince Kang walked over, pinched Zhi’er’s little face, staring at her fondly.
"My dear Zhi’er, what brings you here today? Whatever delicious food you’re craving, just let your Third Aunt make it for you."
Zhi’er blinked her round eyes, "Third Uncle, what’s a turtle son?"
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The little one was only four years old, at an age of curiosity about everything.
Seeing Zhi’er earnestly seeking knowledge, waiting for an answer with a small, serious expression.
Prince Kang cleared his throat lightly, "Well... uh... has Zhi’er seen a little turtle? The little one’s called a turtle son."
After speaking, Prince Kang laughed dryly, "Third Uncle is teaching your brother that if he doesn’t study, in the future, he wouldn’t even know how to tell the difference between a turtle and a softshell turtle."