Chapter 13: Seeing injustice and shouting

"The princes in the palace often play like this. Let's go and stop watching. If we spoil the princes' fun, we will be in trouble." Cui'er withdrew her gaze and pulled her forward.

Playful?

This is clearly bullying.

"Hurry up and tell me." Sang Rui smiled so proudly.

The followers surrounding the boy began to push and shove him.

"If you can't tell me, then just crawl under my chest and hold him down." Sang Rui spread his legs.

The little attendant only dared to push and shove, but never dared to actually fight. At the very least, he was still a prince.

"What? If you don't listen to me, I will chop off your heads." Sang Rui was angry.

The followers were frightened when they heard this and raised their hands to hold the boy down.

"Then tell me, is this flower pink or red?"

A childish voice sounded, and Sang Rui's eyes blurred. He staggered and stepped back repeatedly, almost falling to the ground.

Everyone in the garden was stunned and turned to look at the person who came.

Ye Qianning stood still, holding the iris in her small hand, and shook it towards Sang Rui, asking again: "Do you think this is red or pink?"

Sang Rui finally reacted when she heard the voice again. She turned around and saw that the flowers in her hand were gone. She then stared at her fiercely: "Who are you?"

"My last name is Lu, and my given name is Buping."

"I don't care about your last name. You fat guy dare to meddle in my business. You must be tired of living." Sang Rui took a few steps forward and kicked Ye Qianning.

Sang Rui kicked Ye Qianning's chubby body to the side, but missed. He fell forward due to inertia, and after a few stumbles, he fell face down on the ground.

"master."

The attendant exclaimed and rushed to help the man.

Sang Rui chewed a mouthful of mud, and when he was helped up, he spat out a few times. He was completely annoyed: "Catch her, this prince will beat her with a stick..."

"Purple."

A clear and bright voice interrupted Sang Rui's words.

Sang Rui went from being angry to being surprised. He looked at Sang Zhi in disbelief and said in a shocked tone, "You...what did you say?"

Sang Zhi's gaze fell on the iris in Ye Qianning's hand.

Only then did Ye Qianning see the boy's appearance clearly. Even though she had seen all kinds of handsome men before, she was still shocked at this moment. The boy was incredibly handsome.

She thought Princess Nanxiang was already very beautiful, but she didn't expect that compared with the boy in front of her, Nanxiang was just cute.

The boy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are like stars, his skin is as white as cream, and his temperament is as fragrant as orchid. No wonder his back looks so thin. If he grows up a little more, he will probably be a delicate little Daiyu.

"Purple." Sang Zhi spoke again.

The clear and crisp voice still retains its childishness.

"You...you..." Sang Rui pointed at him with trembling fingers and stammered.

"Seventh brother, am I right?" Sang Zhi asked.

Sang Rui was angry and shocked. How did his... eyes get better?

"You...you just wait for me!"

Sang Rui was frightened. He left with these words and ran away in shame.

"A pair of eyes can scare people like this, what a coward!" Ye Qianning snorted and turned to look at Sang Zhi. He also felt strange in his heart. Didn't they say that he couldn't distinguish colors?

Sang Zhi looked at Ye Qianning.

Ye Qianning looked at him doubtfully, and their eyes met. One pair of eyes was filled with doubt and amazement, while the other pair was calm and composed, showing the maturity of an old man.

"Here, this is for you." Ye Qianning raised his hand and handed the flowers to him.

Sang Zhi's delicate little face was extremely serious, and he was dazed for a moment with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Ye Qianning pushed the flowers forward again.

"Thanks."

After hesitating for a while, Sang Zhi reached out and took the flowers.

(End of this chapter)