What surprised Bai Zhi’er sowhat was that her sixth brother, Bai Xingye, was also, for once, seated at the table and dining with her.
Usually, when she visited the Imperial Mansion, she almost never saw this brother.
At this mont, Bai Xingye wore an unpleasant expression, keeping his head down as he ate, not interacting with anyone.
Prince Kang placed so dishes into Bai Zhi’er’s bowl.
"Zhi’er, soone invited your Third Uncle to watch a play this afternoon. Do you want to go with him?" Prince Kang asked with a smiling face.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "A play? Is it fun?"
Prince Kang chuckled: "It’s fun; a group of people will perform stories for you on stage. If you don’t want to listen, your Third Uncle can have them do sorsaults for you."
Princess Consort Kang frowned slightly at him: "You’re treating them like circus perforrs?"
Prince Kang stubbornly replied: "I’m not refusing to pay them, as long as Zhi’er enjoys it, they must perform!"
The fourth son, Bai Daoyan, served a bowl of soup and specially walked over to Bai Zhi’er, placing it in front of her.
Bai Daoyan said to Prince Kang: "Father, are you going to Zhe Li Garden?"
Prince Kang nodded: "Yes, do you know it?"
Bai Daoyan furrowed his handso brows: "Half a year ago, there was a fire at Zhe Li Garden, killing seven or eight theater-goers, and even their leading perforr, Xiao Xianghong, was burned to death."
"It’s only been half a year since, and they’ve reopened. What’s there to see? Such places are filled with yin energy and can bring bad luck."
Prince Kang lightly patted the table and reprimanded: "What are you saying? The theater is bustling with people, guests coming and going. Just because you visit, it doesn’t an your luck will turn bad."
"It’s fine if you don’t want to go; I’ll take Zhi’er," Prince Kang said, and then he affectionately pinched Bai Zhi’er’s small hand: "Zhi’er, let’s go have fun with your Third Uncle."
Bai Zhi’er pouted: "But Zhi Bao doesn’t want to listen to a play."
Princess Consort Kang placed a peeled shrimp in the little one’s bowl.
"Be good, Zhi’er. We’re not going. Those who accompany your Third Uncle are just a bunch of playboys; it’s not worth it," Princess Consort Kang said.
Prince Kang furrowed his brows: "What playboys? They’re all gentlen with high moral conduct and a love for culture and arts!"
Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu chid in with a laugh: "It’s just pretend sophistication!"
The sight of the family about to argue again.
Bai Zhi’er’s soft voice imdiately interjected.
"Sixth Brother, you should use chopsticks to poke the atball, or else it might fall!"
With everyone’s attention on Bai Zhi’er, upon hearing her speak, Prince Kang and his wife couldn’t help but look towards the sixth son, Bai Xingye.
Bai Xingye never expected that his little sister would notice him.
The chicken atball was slippery, falling off the chopsticks several tis.
Bai Zhi’er seemingly saw his struggle and couldn’t help but speak up.
Bai Xingye hadn’t forgotten last ti when Bai Zhi’er pulled on him, almost tearing his clothes.
His failed attempts to pick up the atball had been seen by her.
Bai Xingye’s thin lips pressed into a line, his handso face clouded over.
He set his chopsticks down: "I’m full."
After speaking, Bai Xingye stood up, ready to leave.
Bai Zhi’er quickly put her chopsticks down, jumped off her chair.
"Zhi’er is full too. I’m going to play with Sixth Brother!"
The sixth son, Bai Xingye, paused his steps and turned his head with furrowed brows: "What are you going to play with ?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked obediently beside him: "Sixth Brother can take to see the fish!"
Prince Kang and Princess Consort Kang exchanged a glance.
This sixth son of theirs, when in a manic state, could easily hurt people.
Prince Kang gave a light cough: "Zhi’er, your Sixth Brother needs to rest. In a while, your Fourth Brother will take you to play, okay?"
Bai Zhi’er quickly grabbed Sixth Son Bai Xingye’s hand.
She blinked her big, sparkling eyes and softly whispered: "Sixth Brother, let’s go quickly; otherwise, the brothers will co and fight you for !"
Bai Xingye was stunned.
Before he could react, Bai Zhi’er already dragged him, running out the door with little steps.
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