"Prince!!" Princess Consort Le was greatly shocked!
She wanted to reach out to stop Prince Le, but when she saw the murderous intent in his eyes, Princess Consort Le imdiately fell silent.
"Useless!" Seeing her quiet down, Prince Le turned his head back to look at the child in his hands, "You are the heir of Prince Le’s Mansion, the next Prince Le, this entire mansion will belong to you, yet look at you, cowardly and incompetent, bursting into tears at the slightest provocation. You are a man, not a girl!"
"n of Prince Le’s Mansion are not allowed to shed tears, regardless of your age, you have no right, do you understand?" Prince Le’s voice was cold and deep like a demon erging from hell.
The gravity in his expression forced the heir of Prince Le to nod.
"Very well, if I catch you crying again, I’ll kill you!" Prince Le added, "Rember, this world does not allow you to be weak. From today on, you will eat on your own, bathe yourself, do your own howork, practice martial arts by yourself. If soone bullies you, kick them back for . If soone hits you, strike back at them. You are the heir of Prince Le’s Mansion, the master here, you bully others, not the other way around, understand?"
The heir of Prince Le nodded with reddened eyes, the tears at the corners of his eyes forced back.
"Get out of here!"
Seeing this, Prince Le shouted again.
Soon after, Princess Consort Le hurriedly left with the heir.
And Prince Le sat on the chair, lost in thought for a long ti.
For so reason, his mind wandered to that ti at Prince An’s Mansion, when Yangyang and Lele joined forces to swindle a thousand taels of silver from him.
What a lively child, so bold, not only was he unafraid when so many Imperial Army soldiers were rummaging through his ho, he even dared to swindle them.
Thus on this day, Prince Le did sothing very peculiar; he inexplicably went to Prince An’s Mansion.
"Why is he here?" Yang Chuxia asked as she pulled Ye Zi’an aside.
"I don’t know."
"It’s already dinner ti, is he here to join us for dinner?" Yang Chuxia asked again.
"Seems like he plans to stay, you better prepare," Ye Zi’an paused and said, "I’ll go have soone find out what’s going on."
"Alright."
Inside the house, Prince Le sat in a chair with an icy expression, watching Lele and Yangyang standing there, eyes eting each other, his mouth involuntarily tugging into a slight smile.
Yangyang blinked at Lele, "Brother, why is this bad uncle here?"
Lele shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.
"Then why is he staring at ?" Yangyang blinked again.
Lele still shook his head.
So Yangyang put his hands behind his back and walked up to Prince Le, "Uncle, have you eaten dinner?"
"No."
"Oh, would you like to eat at my house then?" Yangyang continued, "My mom made mooncakes with a new flavor, would you like so?"
"Hmm," Prince Le nodded lightly, his face still devoid of any emotion.
"Uncle, are you unhappy?" Yangyang said, "The festival is coming soon, why aren’t you happy? Even when you’re unhappy, you should try to be happy, otherwise, those who don’t like you will be pleased. So, to prevent those who don’t like you from being happy, you must be happy."
This string of words, like a tongue twister, made Prince Le’s head throb with pain.
But one thing he understood, this child wasn’t afraid of him, even though he kept wearing a stern face.
With this in mind, Prince Le suddenly reached out a hand to grab at Yangyang’s small neck, thinking he would catch him, but unexpectedly, the child nimbly retreated and even managed to pull Lele along with him.
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