Chapter 482 On the Right to Education (Part 1)

Li Yuan felt that his son Erlang's talents were all in military campaigns, and he was completely incapable of teaching children!

If all else fails, just let him do it!

"You mean, because your father wants to wear one item and throw it away, you're bypassing him and asking me for more, just to avoid wasting them?" Li Yuan rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice filled with three parts helplessness and seven parts surprise.

The steam rising from the teacups on the table blurred Li Yuan's vision, and in a daze, he felt that Chengqian in front of him bore a resemblance to the shameless Erlang. So, what exactly had Erlang taught him?!

Li Chengqian nodded confidently, without a hint of guilt, "That's right, my grandson still quite likes Shu brocade clothes. He can wear them interchangeably, so they won't go to waste."

He blinked, his eyelashes casting butterfly-wing-like shadows under his eyes. "I've heard that it takes artisans in Sichuan half a year to weave a single piece of brocade. I will definitely cherish it."

Li Yuan was almost amused by his nonchalant attitude, and couldn't help but retort, "There are only three bolts of Shu brocade in total, and you want them all?"

"There are only three horses in total..." Li Chengqian's tone was tinged with regret and pity as he muttered, "It's okay, I can be more frugal."

When she looked up again, her eyes welled up with tears. "Grandpa, can you bear to see your grandson go out in coarse clothes? To let others laugh at the Prince of Qin's son for being poor?"

"Coarse cloth clothes? When have you ever worn coarse cloth clothes?"

Li Yuan was speechless. Li Chengqian had never experienced hardship since birth. He was always well-fed and clothed, and his clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all top-notch.

Even though it was just three newly arrived bolts of Shu brocade, he immediately made a garment for him, even though he hadn't put it on himself yet!

"You little brat, you don't hold back at all when it comes to me!"

Li Chengqian rushed over and hugged his arm, his peach blossom eyes curving into crescents: "Grandpa is the best. Who else but Grandpa can let me wear Shu brocade clothes?"

Li Yuan skillfully stroked the child's soft hair, his words a gentle scolding, but his face was exceptionally relaxed and affectionate. "You, if it weren't for your grandfather, who could afford to raise you?"

"So you're saying Grandfather is the best, give me all the Shu brocade!" Li Chengqian smiled and looked up at Li Yuan, blinking his big eyes expectantly.

Li Yuan, who had initially tried to put on a stern face and reprimand him, instantly lost his composure. His grandson was so adorable, what couldn't he have? The fact that his grandson dared to speak to him so boldly showed that he was close to his grandfather.

"Here you go, it's just some fabric for clothes. I'm much more generous than your father, aren't I?"

While Li Yuan was criticizing his second son, he also ordered people to prepare more things for Li Chengqian to take back.

People inside and outside the palace were used to it; whenever the Prince of Qin entered the palace, he always returned with a large amount of rewards.

If others were envious, then Li Shimin was filled with sour disdain.

"Father only knows how to use these things to please Chengqian, but Chengqian is still closest to me—"

Li Shimin's smug appearance was so conspicuous that even Changsun Wuji couldn't bear to look at him. Then, Li Yuan summoned Li Shimin to the palace and gave him a scolding.

Then, Changsun Wuji, who was waiting in the study to talk to the Prince of Qin, was met with an angry Prince Qin.

"Ha, you say I have a problem? You say I don't care? You say I don't know how to raise children? Isn't Chengqian's intelligence and cleverness thanks to me?"

Li Shimin was so angry he paced back and forth, making Changsun Wuji's eyes blur. He unceremoniously pulled him down to sit, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to him. "What's wrong? What did the Emperor say to you?"

Li Shimin downed the tea in one gulp, slammed the cup down on the table, and began to complain: "If you're reluctant to part with the Shu brocade, just say so. Why are you scolding me after giving it to Chengqian?"

"Shu brocade?" Changsun Wuji raised an eyebrow. "What does this have to do with Shu brocade?"

Li Shimin casually remarked, "Oh, Chengqian said yesterday that he really liked the Shu brocade clothes. I'm going to take away all of Father Emperor's tribute items and have Chengqian wear one and throw it away."

"Huh?" Changsun Wuji doubted his ears. What was that?

Li Shimin continued, his expression gradually becoming proud: "But who can blame Chengqian for only caring about me, his father? He was worried that I would be scolded, so he took the initiative to go to the palace to find his father and even asked for the Shu brocade."

"ah?"

"You also think Father Emperor went too far, right? Either don't give it at all, or if you do, be generous. Why did you have to scold me like that? How can an emperor be so petty? Being petty is one thing, but you even question my parenting abilities. What's wrong with my parenting abilities? Chengqian is such a well-behaved and considerate child!"

Seeing that Li Shimin didn't seem to think he had done anything wrong, Changsun Wuji took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and finally understood why his sister was so worried about his sister's way of educating Chengqian. He had thought his sister was making a mountain out of a molehill...

He overestimated the King of Qin!

If it weren't for the fact that the King of Qin wasn't sitting in front of him, Changsun Wuji would have used his authority as the elder brother-in-law to rush up and give him a couple of punches. Is this how children are raised? Huh? Wake up! Don't delay Chengqian's life!

"Auxiliary machine, I feel like you're cursing me with your eyes."

Yes, is there a problem?

"..." Li Shimin choked. He really should let the people outside see who was thinking that Changsun Wuji was humble and polite. "I am the Prince of Qin."

"Yes, Your Highness, is there a problem?" Changsun Wuji asked with a fake smile. Not taking action was already the last bit of respect he could show.

Li Shimin closed his eyes. He was a ruler who valued talent and was humble and open-minded. He wanted to be a magnanimous ruler. "At least give me a reason."

Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "Why don't we go and see Chengqian?"

Not knowing what he was implying, Li Shimin nodded subconsciously. It was definitely not that he was afraid of him; who would the Prince of Qin be afraid of? It was just that Fu Ji's smile was a little creepy.

On a rare sunny winter day, the curtain under the eaves was lifted halfway by the wind. Li Shimin and Changsun Wuji stood breathlessly under the eaves, basking in the sun and listening to the conversation between the mother and son inside the house.

Empress Zhangsun, dressed in a flowing white gown, held Li Chengqian in her arms, gently stroking the stray hairs on the child's forehead with her fingertips: "Have you been having a lot of schoolwork lately? Chengqian, are you not very happy?"

Li Chengqian leaned lazily against his mother's chest and gently shook his head: "No, I'm fine."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Tai, the chubby boy eating pastries beside him, jumped up on tiptoe, the goldfish embroidered on his light purple trousers swaying wildly with his movements: "Brother is lying! Brother cried! Qing Que saw it all!"

"I didn't cry because I was sad."

Li Chengqian shook his head with a serious expression. Li Tai curiously leaned closer, his nose almost touching his brother's face: "Then what is it?"

Li Chengqian casually pinched his younger brother's chubby little face, receiving a sweet smile in return, before slowly saying, "Perhaps it's because he has such a strong ability to empathize."

Can we say he's prone to crying? No, absolutely not! Even the Crown Prince of Qin has his pride! However, that's a very apt description; it suits him perfectly!

Li Tai exclaimed, his round eyes widening: "What is empathy? Why does strong empathy lead to crying?"

Empress Zhangsun seemed to be deep in thought, having roughly understood the meaning of the word, but she also looked curiously at her eldest son.

Li Chengqian straightened his back and said frankly, "Of course, it's because I can empathize with my father very much!"

Although he could empathize with the scolded servants, the impoverished people, and the withered fallen flowers, there's no need to elaborate on this.

Although young, Li Chengqian subconsciously felt he shouldn't be a crybaby. But he just couldn't stop the tears from flowing, so he had to find a good reason for his behavior: he was happy, his father was happy, a win-win situation!

At that moment, Li Shimin, who was eavesdropping outside, blushed and dared not look at Changsun Wuji beside him. But so what if he cried? Did crying affect his ability to fight? Did crying affect his ability to be the Prince of Qin?

On second thought, Chengqian's ability to empathize with him shows that he cares about his father!

Hehe, Chengqian loves him—

Thinking of this, Li Shimin glanced smugly at Changsun Wuji with a self-righteous air, "My son, you didn't—"

Changsun Wuji: "..."