Ever since that night when he was criticized for his little 'faults' and scolded for two hours, whenever Hongxuan went out and met uncles and elders, they would pat his little head and tease him.

For example, if you run into your uncle, he might say, "Little Si, I heard your father scolded you last night!"

Hongxuan didn't speak, he just nodded.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Hongxuan: "I'm not happy, I don't want to talk about it."

"It's a small matter, it's just a fine, and it's all in the past."

"No, that's not it. Father also took the letter Mother gave me, and immediately there were paintings Mother drew, especially of my lovely little brother!" Thinking of this, Hongxuan felt even more resentful and bitter. "Only by looking at these paintings can I stop missing my little brother so much!" Of course, he was too embarrassed to say that he also missed Mother.

The eldest prince, who didn't know how to comfort people, patted Hongxuan's half-bald head again.

Unfortunately, Hongxuan was not comforted at all. Instead, the mention by the eldest prince made him feel frustrated and unhappy again. "But, they're all gone. Father took them all. He didn't leave me a single one."

...

When he met his cousins, his old wounds were reopened, and he had to accept their comforting words, which were tinged with schadenfreude.

This happened several times, and when she went to her elder brother Honghui, he took pity on her.

That's not all. When he accused his father of taking away all the letters his mother sent, he didn't join in the accusation. Instead, he comforted himself, saying, "You should also be understanding of your father. Maybe he wants to know more about your fifth brother's current situation, even if it's just the fifth brother in the painting."

Hongxuan looked at Honghui with a mournful expression.

If you're so understanding, why doesn't Father show some understanding towards me? He could keep things that aren't related to Fifth Brother, like Mother's!

Ke Hongxuan was too embarrassed to say it. After all, he was old enough to understand things now, and he didn't want anyone to know about his mother's "childish" behavior.

In the end, with no one to confide in, Hongxuan, in his depression, picked up his pen and decided to write to his mother, accusing his father.

In the Peach Garden of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Xiao Hezi, drenched in sweat, hurried toward the main house with a thick letter in his hand.

"Master, the Fourth Prince has sent a letter!" Xiao Hezi handed the letter he had obtained from Gao Wuyong to Jiaming.

As Jiaming took the thick stack of letters, she said, "You look so hot. Here's a bowl of ice, why don't you have one?"

"This servant thanks Your Majesty for your kindness." As soon as Xiao Hezi finished speaking, Green Willow had already filled the ice bowl and handed it to him.

Xiao Hezi smiled as he accepted the bowl of ice, whispered his thanks, and then began to use it.

Jiaming ignored her surroundings and focused on opening and reading the letters.

As she watched, Jiaming couldn't stop laughing, and her body swayed as she lay on the bed.

"What did the Fourth Prince say that made you so happy, Master?" Hongtao was very curious, while Lvliu and Xiao Hezi, who was holding an ice bowl, also cast questioning glances at Jiaming.

On the couch, Hongjing stared at Jiaming with his clear black and white eyes, as if he too was curious about why his mother was laughing so hard.

Jiaming didn't intend to hide it, but she couldn't stop laughing and couldn't tell anyone. After laughing for a while and regaining control, she finally suppressed her laughter and told them about Hongxuan's experience.

Laughter filled the room for a moment.

Of course, Jiaming didn't mention the Fourth Master's threat to Hongxuan. After all, those words might damage the Master's image, and she couldn't let them slip out herself. Otherwise, the petty Fourth Master would definitely keep a record of it in his mind.

Thinking of this, Jiaming reflexively touched her lower back. The soreness and pain in her back was something she didn't want!

Although Hirokage on the tatami didn't understand much, seeing everyone around him laughing happily, he clapped his hands and laughed along.

Looking at the adorable Hongjing, Jiaming couldn't resist touching the little guy's tender smiling face and whispered, "Little guy, do you understand? When everyone laughs, you laugh too, hehe!"

Two or three days later, Jiaming replied. After some time, Hongxuan finally received Jiaming's letter.

After taking the letter back to his temporary study, he couldn't wait to open it and read it.

Looking at the long letter accusing her father on her behalf, she comforted herself: "Since your father has already taken the letter, it's a fact. So try to be more open-minded, and you'll feel better..." She also drew some funny pictures of her younger brother to amuse herself.

Hongxuan couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, Mother is still the best to me!"

However, the slap in the face came so suddenly.

"...However, Xuan'er, your mother has a request that I hope you can grant. I hope that if you have any more interesting stories, you will write them down again. It would be even better if you could draw them into pictures. That way, your younger brother Hongjing will probably be able to understand them better, instead of just clapping and laughing along with everyone else like this time."

Hongxuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his face.

Losing interest in reading the letter, he slammed it down on the table, then grabbed a piece of Poria cocos cake and popped it into his mouth, chewing it heavily.

As he chewed, Hongxuan frowned.

The servant Xiao Li immediately became nervous. "Brother, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this Poria cocos cake?" As he asked, his mind raced, trying to figure out where the problem might be.

The pastries came from the kitchen and were brought here by someone they trusted, and two people went to get them together. No one else handled them in between. The only possibility is that it was the cook…

"It's not that there's a problem, but I feel that this Poria cocos cake is a bit off. It seems to have changed in flavor and isn't as delicious anymore." Hongxuan's voice was a little muffled as he spoke with a mouthful of Poria cocos cake.

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