Then, the little guy couldn't help but let out a wail, his eyes welling up with tears.

Waaah, this is awful! It looked so easy watching Father and Mother write. If I'd known it would be this hard, waaah, I would have…

"Alright, alright, stop crying." Jiaming gently patted Hongxuan's fluffy little head, then took his little hand and continued, "We should get off the carriage now."

The little guy pouted and, preoccupied with his own thoughts, was led off the carriage.

Outside the carriage, Su Peisheng was waiting respectfully to the side. Upon seeing his two masters, he immediately smiled and greeted them, saying, "Princess Guarjia, Fourth Prince!"

"Eunuch Su." Jiaming replied, pulling Hongxuan halfway to the side so that she wouldn't fully accept his greeting.

The little guy replied, "Grandpa Su."

Su Peisheng's smile became even more sincere as he said, "Please follow me, my two masters."

"Then I'll trouble you, Eunuch Su." With that, Jiaming continued to hold Hongxuan's chubby little hand and followed behind Su Peisheng into the inn where they would be staying.

Upon arrival, after washing up, Fourth Master appeared right on time, and they had dinner together.

During dinner, Jiaming noticed that her son was eating absentmindedly. She thought to herself: This is not right. Xuan'er is a foodie. The dinner tasted pretty good tonight.

Puzzled, she paid special attention to the little guy's every move for a while, only to find that the little guy was secretly glancing at the old man from time to time.

Hmm, what's this? She chewed on the bamboo shoot slices she had just picked up, lost in thought.

Just then, the little guy glanced at his grandfather again, as if he needed his grandfather's permission to eat or what dishes to eat.

Hmm, that's not right either. Suddenly, a thought struck her—this should be…

Sure enough, after dinner, the little guy had a protruding belly and his face wasn't as tense as before. Looking at him, you could tell he was much more relaxed.

"Hehe, Father doesn't seem angry. Hmm, tracing is so difficult, we should discuss with Father about changing the punishment. Actually, memorizing is quite good. Or, we could halve the punishment for tracing."

The little guy, secretly plotting something in his heart, didn't see the pitying look in his mother Jiaming's eyes. She knew Hongxuan well, and his easily understood, ever-changing facial expressions made it even easier for her to guess what was going on. So she thought to herself, "Son, the idea is good, but it's no use. Your father isn't one to change his mind easily."

Sure enough, a moment later, the cold voice of the Fourth Master, who was sitting in a chair turning a thumb ring, could be heard: "Su Peisheng, prepare the tracing materials."

A bolt from the blue! The punishment is about to begin! What to do? The punishment hasn't been lessened yet! Hongxuan stood there dumbfounded.

Su Peisheng, who had been given the order, acknowledged it with a "Yes, sir!" and left. He quickly returned empty-handed, saying, "Master, everything is ready."

"Hmm." Fourth Master responded in a low voice, then stood up.

Hongxuan, still in a daze, hadn't come to his senses. Jiaming patted the little guy's head and thought to herself: Poor child, the blow came so quickly and so deeply, he still hasn't recovered.

Fourth Master didn't care about that. He said, "Hongxuan, come with me." Before Hongxuan could catch up or even come to his senses and agree, he strode with his long legs to the side room, which had been specially prepared to be used as a study.

He wasn't worried that the little guy wouldn't come; if he didn't, he would punish him more severely. Besides, Ming'er was in the room. She was a sensible mother, not a spoiled one who would ruin her son. Moreover, Su Peisheng was there. If things really didn't work out, he would remind him.

Hongxuan, finally snapping out of his daze, kept dawdling and refused to go.

Jiaming couldn't stand it any longer and called out sternly, "Xuan'er!"

"Mother!" The little guy looked at her pitifully and used a sob story to explain, "Tracing is difficult, and Xuan'er is too young and doesn't have the strength."

"Tracing characters is difficult," but actually it's not. It's just that my father was very strict, so learning to write big characters under his guidance was quite difficult, haha.

As for "no strength?!" He recalled the rather heavy objects he used to move around, the punch and kick he received from Uya, and...

Jiaming looked at the troubled little guy, whose two little eyebrows were furrowed like worms. He was obviously not embarrassed at all for lying. Jiaming couldn't help but twitch her eyes and thought to herself: He's really shameless. But, being shameless is good. He has a bright future!

Thinking this, she didn't hesitate to threaten, "Stop dawdling, or your father will think you're not truly accepting the punishment, and the punishment will be doubled, or even tripled or worse in his anger." Of course, in her view, this wasn't a threat, but a warning, since the words sounded sincere. How could something sincere be categorized as a threat!

Upon hearing this, the little guy blinked, as if imagining the bad consequences. He whimpered, "I don't want the punishment to get worse; I've already had enough!" Immediately, without further ado, his short legs darted off towards the adjacent room.

The door to the side room was open, and Xiao Hongxuan rushed in, shouting loudly, "Father!" as if afraid his father would think he hadn't come.

"They're here," Fourth Master said, looking down at them.

"Hmm." Hongxuan stood up straight because of his worry, but his reply was hesitant.

Fourth Master pointed with his long, slender fingers to the chair next to him and said, "Sit." On the table were neatly arranged calligraphy practice tools that Su Peisheng had just prepared.

Hongxuan only realized then that her father's tone didn't sound angry; his voice was as cold as ever. Thinking this, her little body relaxed slightly.

However, he seemed to have been fooled by his mother, who had no intention of pleading for him. Sigh, it seemed he would have to rely on himself to lessen his punishment. Thinking this, he gritted his teeth, dawdling and procrastinating, his little brain working at high speed, trying to delay the time before he was to be punished.

The Fourth Prince, with his sharp eyes, understood his youngest son's thoughts perfectly well, but he didn't show any opinion, letting Hongxuan dawdle. Only the fluctuations in his emotions showed that he still cared.

Su Peisheng, who had followed Hongxuan in, stood quietly to the side. Knowing the Fourth Prince well, he lowered his eyes and silently mourned the young prince's reckless actions.

Ultimately, two of the three people in the room knew the outcome: indeed, the devil was one foot tall, but the righteous were ten feet tall. Hongxuan still couldn't resist the Fourth Prince; the punishment of tracing red lines continued, the number of repetitions remained the same, seemingly unchanged.

Only the Fourth Prince, who was teaching Hongxuan to write large characters, and Su Peisheng, who was standing by, knew that this teaching was much stricter than when he first taught Honghui.

First of all, the requirements are much stricter.

However, Hongxuan had a strong and steady hand, and a keen sense of perception, so he managed to meet the Fourth Prince's slightly high expectations. So, oblivious to everything, Hongxuan steadily wielded the brush in his hand, writing while inwardly complaining: "Mother is really something, she just loves to fool and scare people. Writing and tracing characters isn't difficult at all."