The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, reached out and picked up Duofu, his whole body radiating joy.

"Duoduo, eat more later, and read with Grandpa this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Duofu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He shook his head immediately and refused firmly.

"Little meat bun, I didn't hear you, I refuse, I don't agree."

Duofu struggled to get out of the Fourth Prince Yinzhen's arms, unwilling to stay in the arms of someone who could speak such unfamiliar words.

The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, held Duofu's hand tightly, not minding Duofu's kitten-like strength.

Duofu was cursing and swearing in that man's arms, if only Duofu could speak human language.

The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, must have heard how foul his curses were.

Because of what the Fourth Prince Yinzhen said, Duofu's appetite at noon was disturbed, and he did not finish his lunch.

Duofu kept humming and whining during his walk.

"I am a salted fish, I am a salted fish, I want to be a salted fish."

"Little meat bun, do you even know what Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace) is? Ahhhhh, Xianyu!"

The Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, of course didn't understand; he had been a prince of rolls since childhood.

He grew from a little curly-haired king to a big curly-haired king, and finally became an old curly-haired king.

He's been curled up since he was a child.

Duofu recalled the deeds of Yinzhen, the fourth prince of the Qing Dynasty, in his mind.

Okay, all he knows is that the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, was an emperor who seemed to have died from exhaustion while writing memorials.

How diligent!

He is the real King of Scrolls; that's not what he calls "Scrolls" at all, it's just his daily life.

But for him, a lazy bum, those were days of utter misery.

He just wanted to learn a few words, so he wouldn't be completely illiterate.