Weiyang Palace.

Ye Jingyu was very distressed.

After returning from the Imperial Academy, his mother kept a stern face, refusing to speak to him or pay him any attention.

He knew that his mother was sulking because she had found out that his elder brother, the Crown Prince, had gone to the Imperial Academy. However, he didn't know who his mother was angry with.

In this situation, if he were to tell his mother again that he wanted to study at the Wenhua Hall, she would definitely be furious.

But if he doesn't tell, when will he be able to leave that boring place, the Imperial Academy?

"Sigh—" Ye Jingyu couldn't help but sigh during dinner.

He's still so young, and he's already sighed so many times today. It feels like he's sighed all the air out of his body, like his body has been hollowed out.

Upon hearing Ye Jingyu's sigh, Ji Wushuang immediately glared at him, her eyes seeming to spit fire.

How terrifying!

Ye Jingyu quickly covered his mouth.

Why did he feel that his mother was angry with him?

He hasn't said or done anything yet!

After dinner, the palace servants led Ye Jingyu back to his own bedroom.

He stopped as he passed by a cluster of blooming flowers.

He suddenly remembered that his mother used to secretly take a flower, pluck off a petal, and ask his father if he liked her.

Perhaps he could ask Hua if he could study at the Wenhua Hall?

Thinking this, he approached the cluster of flowers, wanting to pick the one with the most petals.

But after looking at it for a while, he gave up.

The flowers are blooming beautifully on the branches. If he forcibly picks them and tears off their petals, the flowers will surely be in great pain.

"Your Highness, would you like to pick a flower? Which one do you like? I'll pick it for you." The palace maid beside him saw him reach out but then pull back, assuming he couldn't reach the flower he wanted, so she asked with a smile.

"Don't pick it—the flower will feel pain!" Ye Jingyu quickly stopped her.

The palace servants laughed at Ye Jingyu's childlike words.

"Our young prince is just so kind-hearted!"

"If you cherish even a single flower, you'll definitely cherish others in the future!"

Ye Jingyu wasn't interested in their praise; it was always the same few phrases over and over again, with no originality whatsoever!

If you can't bear to pick the flowers from the branches, then you can only pick up the fallen flowers on the ground.

There were many fallen flowers on the ground. He squatted down and grabbed a handful of petals.

"Your Highness, why are you picking up these fallen flowers? The petals will get dirty on the ground. If you like them, you can pick them from the branches," the palace servant quickly said.

"Your Highness, the petals are dirty, please throw them away!"

Ye Jingyu remained unmoved, grabbed a handful, and then, feeling it wasn't enough, grabbed another handful with his other hand.

"Your Highness, if you like these petals, please let us take them. Don't get your hands dirty!" Someone held out both hands to him.

Ye Jingyu thought for a moment and then placed the flower petals in his hand into the hands of the palace servant.

“Pick more,” he told them.

So, several palace maids each scooped up a handful of fallen flowers.

After returning to his bedchamber, Ye Jingyu instructed the palace servants to place the flower petals on the table.

How could palace servants dare to casually place fallen petals, covered in dust, on the table?

And who knows what Ye Jingyu will do with these flower petals?

"How about I wash these flower petals for you?" the maidservant beside him asked cautiously.

“That’s fine—but don’t break the petals, they’ll be in pain,” Ye Jingyu said after thinking for a moment.

He waited in the bedchamber for a while, getting a little anxious, before a palace servant came in carrying a bamboo basket filled with flower petals.

"I wonder what Your Highness intends to do with these flower petals? They are not edible," a palace attendant reminded him with some concern.

"I know, I'm six years old this year, not a three-year-old child. Of course I know that flower petals shouldn't be eaten randomly!" Ye Jingyu couldn't help but roll her eyes at the palace servant.

“I have a very important use for these petals!” he said, sitting up straight at the table with a serious expression. He took a petal from the flower basket and said a single word, “Go!”

Then he took out another flower petal, and this time he said, "I'm not going."

Take out another petal and say, "Go!"

She took out another flower petal and said, "I'm not going."

The palace servants looked at each other, wondering what he was up to.

Just as Ye Jingyu was counting the petals and muttering "go" or "don't go," Ji Wushuang arrived.

She watched Ye Jingyu repeating his actions and felt inexplicably that they looked familiar.

It looks familiar.

It seems she often does this kind of action.

But she's an adult, she wouldn't do something so foolish, right?

"Jingyu, what are you doing?" She was still sulking, so her tone wasn't very good.

"Your Majesty, I was asking Huaban whether I should go to Wenhua Hall to study."

"If you want to study at the Wenhua Hall, shouldn't you tell me? What's the use of asking a petal? Do you think it will tell you the answer?" Ji Wushuang was angry one second, but the next second she was amused by his innocent words.

"No? Then why does Mother often ask the petals, while plucking them, whether Father likes you?" Ye Jingyu asked in confusion.

Faced with Ye Jingyu's sincere question, Ji Wushuang's smile instantly froze on her face.

How did Ye Jingyu know that she would kick everyone out of her bedchamber every time she did this?

"Does it only work if I tear off flower petals?" Ye Jingyu suddenly realized, recalling Ji Wushuang's past actions of tearing off flower petals.

“But—” he hesitated again, “Won’t it hurt a lot to tear off the petals and flowers? And if all the petals are torn off, the flowers will be bare and won’t look pretty.”

Listening to Ye Jingyu's childish words, Ji Wushuang's face was like a dye palette, sometimes red, sometimes green, and sometimes purple!

We can't keep this child!

Ji Wushuang, enraged and embarrassed, thought to herself.

Having raised Ye Jingyu with great care until he was six years old, cherishing him like her own heart and soul, Ji Wushuang never entertained such thoughts, no matter how troublesome he was as a child. But now, at this moment, there was only one thought in her mind!

"Do you really want to study at the Wenhua Hall?" she asked, suppressing her anger and embarrassment.

"I really want to." Ye Jingyu used the word "really" to express his eagerness.

“I’ve always had a feeling that if you go to the Wenhua Hall, I will lose you, which is why I’ve always wanted you to stay. Now that you know that, are you still determined to go to the Wenhua Hall?” Ji Wushuang asked with a sorrowful expression.

Ye Jingyu looked puzzled. "Why does Mother have such a strange intuition? I'm just going to study at Wenhua Hall, it's not like I'm never coming back. How could you lose me?"

Ji Wushuang didn't know why she had such an intuition, but she always trusted her intuition, so she was always wary of the little scoundrel.

Now, it turns out that her intuition was correct.

That scoundrel easily tricked her into having her child!

Ji Wushuang suddenly felt disheartened. No matter how much she objected, she couldn't dispel Jing Yu's longing heart. Why should she play the villain for nothing?

“Since you want to go so much, I agree,” she said listlessly.