After Huo Chengche gave the order, the carriage stopped shortly afterward, and the surrounding noise decreased considerably, indicating that the alley was indeed secluded.

"Listen again, Niannian, and see what else you can hear. Tell me everything." Huo Chengche looked at the little baby in his arms, his handsome face cold and his eyes deep.

The little boy sensed his older brother's emotions, nodded obediently, and pricked up his little ears to listen carefully.

The people in the courtyard probably never dreamed that a little boy with a sharp ear was recounting everything that had happened inside the house to the people they were talking about.

"Master, we've caught that hotheaded scholar. He's locked up in the woodshed in the backyard, but he said something rather strange just now."

What did he say?

“He said, ‘You are powerful and influential now, killing me is as easy as stepping on an ant, but your retribution will come soon!’ My lord, I heard some gossip on my way back: the Crown Prince visited the market today, could it be…”

"The Crown Prince? He should be going to celebrate Old Madam Qin's birthday. We don't need to worry about him. Ha, he's just a little Crown Prince, not even fourteen yet. What trouble can he cause? Without his birth mother's protection in the palace, he can't even protect himself and is at the mercy of others. Just have the ladies in the palace keep a close eye on him."

"Yes, yes, sir, you are truly thoughtful. Even if the crown prince finds out, the only witness is in your hands. He has no evidence, only empty words. Who would believe him? He can only feel his own powerlessness!"

The little boy relayed everything to his older brother, the Crown Prince, then frowned and said with disdain, "Crown Prince, those two are laughing now, and their laughter is so sinister!"

Fuman, who was following beside the carriage, also heard what the little boy had relayed. He listened to the two men's conversation, lowered his head in fear, and cautiously glanced at his master's face through the half-open window.

Then, to his surprise, he saw that his master's face was calm and composed, without a trace of anger between his brows. Instead, a faint sneer played on his thin lips, exuding an air of authority without anger.

Fu Man was so shocked by the king's aura that he immediately lowered his head respectfully.

The boy lowered his head, a faint smile in his deep eyes, amused by the little boy's disgusted expression in his arms. He smiled deeply, "Is that so? I wonder how long they can keep laughing."

Upon hearing this, the little baby obediently perked up his ears again, pouted, and endured his disdain, dutifully listening to the sounds from the other end, looking every bit the well-behaved baby.

The boy picked up his book again, hugging the cute, soft, and "useful" little baby in his arms, a cold, deep smile curving his thin lips, and leisurely began to read.

Zhuangyou glanced at her little darling, who had been immediately tricked into obediently eavesdropping, and inwardly spat at the sesame-filled little prince, feeling indignant at this behavior of coaxing and exploiting her little master.

She just couldn't understand it. How come her own little dumpling, such a clever and mischievous little beast, couldn't cause any trouble for this little prince?

"Ah! They've finished laughing! That old man said, 'Go and get rid of that scholar, do it cleanly, don't leave any future trouble.'"

The other uncle said, "Yes, sir, rest assured, I will do a very clean job!"

The old man said again, "Hmm. Prepare the carriage, let's go home."

Another uncle said, "Respectfully seeing you off, sir!"

After the little boy finished speaking, he tilted his head, listened carefully, and then said to Huo Chengche, "Crown Prince, they've separated."