The Group-Favored Chubby Baby: I Have Four Big-Shot Daddies

Ye Qianqian became a six-year-old chubby darling. Not only did she possess dual-system powers, but she also had four big-shot dads.

"Dad!"

The little darling cried, startling th...

Chapter 61 Why am I being excluded every day?

Chapter 61 Why am I being excluded every day?

Sang Zhi was wearing a gray robe, with a hint of anxiety on his face. He bent down to pick up the rice paper on the ground.

Ye Qianning frowned. Why was this villain bullied so badly every time he saw him?

He looked down at the rice paper floating at his feet, bent down to pick it up, and saw neat handwriting on it, full of writing. Ye Qianning could not recognize all the traditional Chinese characters, so he just took a general look at it.

Then I picked up another one, and the writing on it was different.

"National destiny." Zhan Chi picked up one and said.

"Did you copy it?" Ye Qianning asked.

"Well, it takes patience to be able to copy Beili Datongyun. The handwriting is powerful. It seems that the Eighth Prince has practiced calligraphy a lot." Zhan Chi was quite appreciative.

"Copying is useless." Ye Qianning felt that what was useful was insight.

"That's wrong. It's not easy to understand Datong Yun. As the saying goes, diligence brings wisdom. If you read it more, you will naturally be influenced by it, and your future will be limitless." Zhan Chi had also read it when he was studying, but he never finished it.

“Only paper.”

Ye Qianning raised his foot and walked towards the little man.

Sang Zhi picked up the sheets one by one, brushed off the dust on the rice paper, and put them away carefully. Suddenly, the scene in front of him went dark and he saw an extra piece of rice paper. He was slightly startled and looked up.

It was morning at this time, and the sun was rising overhead. Ye Qianning was quite large in stature, and when he stood in front of him, he completely blocked the sun from his head.

Sang Zhi looked up. The person above him was facing the sun, and he saw a dark face with unusually bright eyes, staring straight at him.

Ye Qianning just stood there, holding out the rice paper in her small hand. Seeing that he was still hesitant to move, she couldn't help but urge him: "What are you standing there for? Take it."

Sang Zhi finally came back to his senses, stood up, and took the rice paper: "Thank you."

"Why are you being ostracized every day?" Ye Qianning asked.

Sang Zhi said nothing.

"You're not talking again. People who don't know you would think you're a mute." Ye Qianning felt that this child was too introverted.

"Whose child are you? How dare you speak to the Eighth Prince like that?" The plainclothes eunuch hurriedly followed.

"Eunuch Li." Zhan Chi walked to Ye Qianning.

When Eunuch Li saw who was coming, he immediately understood: "It turned out to be the young lady of the Zhan family. I am too blind."

"Uh...yeah." Zhan Chi curled his lips. The fat kid beside his legs hugged his arms, looking like a little bully.

"The eighth prince has picked up all his homework. Let's go quickly. If we fail to hand in the homework on time, the teacher will punish us." Eunuch Li turned around and said.

"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.

The servant drove the carriage over and Eunuch Li helped Sang Zhi get in.

Sang Zhi got into the car, lifted the curtain with her little hand and looked at Ye Qianning.

When Ye Qianning saw him, he waved at him with a smile on his face.

There was some emotion on Sang Zhi's face. Before Ye Qianning could take a closer look, the man had lowered the curtain and the carriage passed by her.

"How do you know the Eighth Prince?" Zhan Chi asked.

"The Seventh Prince bullied him last time at Changyang Palace." Ye Qianning shook his head and sighed.

"The Seventh Prince's mother has been honored and favored for many years, so the Eighth Prince naturally cannot compare to her. You are still young and you don't understand these things. Let's go and have dinner." Zhan Chi bent down and picked up Ye Qianning.

"It's just that a child without a mother is like a weed." Ye Qianning snorted.

Zhan Chi was surprisingly silent. In Kyoto, a mother's status is determined by her son, and a son's status is determined by his mother. If one of them has it, his life will not be too bad.

Neither, identity is just the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

(End of this chapter)