On the other side, Tingnan Marquis Mansion.

Ye Wanqing has taken several days off due to his injury and is enjoying the happy life of a prince.

After breakfast, she took a walk in the nearby small garden.

The Marquis's Mansion was huge. The garden in the Chenxu Courtyard alone was comparable to the back garden of the General's Mansion, and the carved railings and corridors were spotlessly clean.

There is everything here, including rockery and small ponds, and the flowers everywhere are all precious and rare varieties. Now in spring, they are competing for beauty.

Being a prince is really happy, except that my chest feels a little tight.

Ye Wanqing stared at Shen Xu's flawless face on the water in a trance. At the age of 29, he was really beautiful.

Chen Xu's father, Chen Liang, Marquis of Tingnan, is the uncle of the emperor. He is in charge of 400,000 troops in 18 counties in the southern border. He has just won the battle against the southern barbarians and is on his way back to the court to report.

Her mother was the only daughter of the richest man in the Southern Territory. She had a disagreement with Lord Shen in her early years, so she divorced him and returned to the Southern Territory to inherit the family business.

Lord Shen did not remarry. She was the only prince in the mansion. She had lived a life of luxury since childhood. Apart from her father, no one cared about her.

At this moment, she was in a state of being carefree and unrestrained, having been on the roof for three days without anyone stopping her.

She murmured, "I'm so lucky, isn't it good to be a beautiful princess?"

"Brother Xu, what are you looking at?" A deep and magnetic voice sounded from behind.

"Ah..." Ye Wanqing replied and looked in the direction of the voice. The person who came was wearing a black half-mask inlaid with gems, shining brightly.

Although this person covered his eyes with a mask, his outline and lip shape were vaguely visible from the edges. He was definitely not ugly.

He had an upright posture, with long black hair and the ribbons of the jade crown hanging down on his shoulders, swaying slightly as he approached, exuding an ethereal air.

A black robe with dark gold patterns and wide sleeves brushed against the steps, reflecting a rich and brilliant light. The material was obviously very expensive, and when worn on his body, he exuded a noble and divine aura.

She was slightly startled. Oh no, I have never seen this person before!

He called himself Xudi, so he must be an elder that Shen Xu was familiar with.

"Nothing, are you here to visit me,...brother?" she called vaguely.

Fu Yi was slightly stunned. He rolled up his sleeves, strode forward, and grabbed her arm, saying, "Don't try to get close to me. Don't think that no one will take care of you just because Daddy isn't home. Calling me brother is useless, and you even dared to skip classes. You've grown up!"

"Hey, let's talk it over. It hurts..." Ye Wanqing was carried into the room like a chicken by him. A pile of homework was neatly stacked on the desk.

"Young Master, the pen and ink are ready." The servant boy beside him bowed respectfully and spread out the arithmetic sheet on the table.

Fu Yi roughly carried the person to the table and said, "Do it!"

Ye Wanqing looked at the densely packed words on the test paper and suddenly felt dizzy.

What is going on?

She looked up at Fu Yi's slightly raised lips, not daring to act rashly. She had no choice but to pick up the brush, bite the bullet and finish writing one page, then handed it to Fu Yi.

I thought to myself that it was fortunate that Murong Yan had just talked about this paper a few days ago.

Fu Yi stood in front of her and said coldly, "Open your palms."

"Ah?" Ye Wanqing spread out her palm in confusion, and a cruel ruler hit her palm unexpectedly, causing her to jump up from the chair in pain.

"You dare to hit me!" Ye Wanqing covered her swollen palms with tears in her eyes.

This person just casually ran into Shen Xu's house, pressed her head and asked her to do arithmetic, and even beat her!

How can I tolerate this?

Ye Wanqing turned around and punched him in the chest, but she saw a very beautiful smile on the corner of Fu Yi's mouth under the mask, and he calmly grasped Ye Wanqing's fist.

He twisted his hand back and stepped on her back with his clean boots, pressing her onto the table like a thief.

A few days ago in the southern border, he was punished by his mother to kneel down in front of an abacus because he made a mistake in calculations, causing his family to lose a sum of money.

The father who reunited with his mother after a long separation felt very distressed when he saw this, but he couldn't persuade his mother, so he had to kneel with her for half the night.

In addition to feeling guilty, I heard from my father that my younger brother in Jingzhong was actually even worse. He was very naughty and had no one to supervise him at home. Unlike Yier, he had good martial arts skills and followed his father in everything.

His father had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he finally had the opportunity to reunite with his mother. However, Chunxiao had to kneel down with him and count the abacus. As the eldest son, Fu Yi felt very distressed.

Hearing his father complaining to him about his younger brother again, Fu Yi rushed thousands of miles overnight from the southern border to the imperial city, just to find an excuse to go home and beat up his younger brother to vent his anger for his father.

As expected, he discovered that his younger brother was skipping classes at home. He became more independent and learned to resist.

He squinted his eyes, and there was even a smile in his magnetic voice, which was creepy. "I haven't seen you for two months. My handwriting is not good, but my martial arts have improved a lot."

Ye Wanqing was in so much pain that she almost cursed, but then she heard the door slam open and Murong Yan ran in in a panic, "Oh no! I heard that the Great Demon King has come to Beijing. Hurry..."

Before Murong Yan could finish his words, he saw Ye Wanqing with her face pressed into the pen wash basin. The tall man was stepping on her back and twisting her arm into a position that looked very painful.

"Unfortunately, they've already packed up." Fu Yi's voice was gentle and even seemed to be smiling. "The prince is leaving get out of class so early?"

"Fu Yi, what are you doing? Ah Xu is your brother!" Murong Yan hurriedly stepped forward to push him away, but he nimbly restrained his hand.

"The prince has made great progress in martial arts recently!"

Fu Yi calmly grasped Murong Yan's wrist with one hand and twisted Ye Wanqing's arm with the other. "As the eldest brother, what do you think of disciplining your younger brother, Prince?"

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