Ever since Hongyu's marriage was arranged, the Prince Zhi's residence has been busy with the heir's wedding.

Everyone in this manor is busy, but someone in the backyard is getting restless and wants to cause trouble.

Leaving aside how disappointed Lord Mingzhu was with his nephew Yinzhi, it was none of Hezhuo's business.

It can be said that Consort Hui was supported by Mingzhu to become a consort in her early years. Mingzhu also helped Yinzhi a lot in his growth. Mingzhu has a great deal of kindness and affection for Consort Hui and Prince Zhi. Yinzhi also respects and is filial to his uncle Mingzhu. However, the matter of the succession struggle is something that cannot be forced. Mingzhu has no way to deal with Yinzhi now.

There's no need for Khoja to do anything to Mingzhu.

But the little vixen in the manor is different; she has to act like a vixen every now and then.

It's not neat and tidy without tidying up!

"Mother!" Hongfang rushed in like a little cannon.

Seeing the sweat on his forehead, He Zhuo took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him: "What's wrong? It's hot, walk slowly."

Hongfang tilted his head back contentedly as Hezhuo wiped his sweat. Baixia took the watermelon from the well and cut it. Hongfang thoroughly enjoyed it, eating several pieces before speaking, feeling better.

"Mother, I've been so annoyed these past few days. People keep talking about my older brother in my ear."

He Zhuo looked at his son's slightly flushed cheeks and furrowed brows, clearly troubled by something.

"What's wrong? Tell your mother." He Zhuo's tone was very gentle, but Hong Fang inexplicably sensed a bit of danger. It flashed by in an instant, and Hong Fang scratched his head, thinking that he had just imagined it.

"Mother, aren't you angry? They say that my eldest brother married a Mongolian princess, so he's not favored in our household, just like my tenth uncle. They're trying to sow discord between my son and my eldest brother."

Hongfang blinked rapidly, remembering the complaint; this person was truly wicked.

If it weren't for the fact that he and his older brother had grown up together and had a deep bond, he might have been misled. This was a blatant conspiracy.

After hearing Er'er's words, He Zhuo narrowed his eyes and looked very dangerous.

They knew there were always some troublesome little devils in the manor who dared to have such a wicked idea as to make my two sons compete for the position of heir. The method was quite old-fashioned, but it was undeniably effective. However, they did not expect that Khoja's sons would be so united.

Perhaps they think it's best if they can handle it, but if they can't, they won't lose anything.

"The most despicable thing is my son's 'Haha Beads'! Humph! My son treats him so well, I bet he's developed feelings for someone else. He's subtly instigating my son. Does he really think I'm stupid?"

He Zhuo saw that his son's expression contained anger, resentment, and a hint of grievance and sadness, but not resentment. He sighed inwardly and patted his son's head.

“Hongfang, you need to know that not everyone is loyal. People’s hearts are fickle. Many times, interests are more important than the feelings of youth. Betrayal only happens when the stakes are right.”

"Is it really that important?" Hongfang was a little stunned. Haha Zhuzi had been by his side since he entered school. It would be no exaggeration to say that Haha Zhuzi was the closest person to him besides his family.

When told that the Haha Bead had betrayed them, Hongfang was momentarily unable to accept it.

"Well, what we thought was goodwill probably wasn't taken seriously at all, or maybe they offered something better. This little bit of goodwill couldn't compare to that!"