After the meal, the children started chatting noisily together again.

Now that it's summer and the weather is nice, the children inevitably run outside more often. Hutu often goes to his maternal grandparents' house to play with his cousin, Moyaqi.

Moyaqi is quiet and reserved, while Hutuli is bold and outspoken; they actually get along quite harmoniously.

Especially Moyaqi's father, Fucha Changrong, was a military officer. Hutuli had been learning kung fu from her second uncle for a long time, and her strength was greater than that of ordinary children. She had also learned his temperament almost completely, making her more like his biological daughter than Moyaqi.

As for Feng Sheng'e and Fei Yang'a, they played more with their cousins.

Fei Yanga complained indignantly, "We play basketball together, and that Hong Qing always takes advantage of being older than me to steal the ball from me. He's also annoying, calling me 'carrot legs'!"

Feng Sheng'e tugged at Fei Yang'a's sleeve, signaling him to stop talking. Fei Yang'a then pursed his lips and stopped saying anything bad about him.

Yinzhen went to his study to write, leaving only the mother and her three children there.

Changning patted her second son's head, finding it fluffy and adorable, and said gently, "Our Fei Yang is still young. Hong Qing is tall and has an advantage when playing with you. We'll recognize this weakness and make up for it."

"How can I make up for it? I'm still a long, long time away from growing up!"

"Drinking more milk will help you grow faster."

Fei Yang'a looked at his brother with some skepticism: "Brother, is what Mother said true? She said before that eating vegetables would make you smarter. But I still feel stupid."

Feng Sheng thought to himself, "That must be fake! Mother makes you eat vegetables because she doesn't want you to be a picky eater."

He hesitated, reluctant to tell his younger brother the news, but seeing his mother winking at him, Feng Sheng'e thought, "Little brother, it's not so bad to be a happy fool."

So he nodded and said very sincerely, "Yes, drinking milk will make you grow tall and strong."

Hutuli watched the commotion between her younger brother and mother, but chose to remain silent and even helped her mother deceive Feiyanga.

"Yes, Fei Yang, just drink more milk, the kind without sugar, and I guarantee you'll grow taller right away, then you can knock down two Hong Qings with one punch."

Fei Yang'a was also excited by the scene his sister described. He would definitely teach Hong Qing a lesson when the time came!

Seeing his confident expression, the mother and her two children chuckled to themselves.

After chatting for a while, the children went back to bed, each taking a kitten to cuddle with that night. Changning reminded them to remember to clean the kittens' paw pads.

After Yinzhen finished practicing his calligraphy, he came in just as Changning had finished bathing and was still a little damp. He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

“What did the children say just now? I saw Feng Sheng’e and Hu Tuli were both smiling.”

Yinzhen played with the ends of her hair. Yaoxian's hair was of very good quality, black and smooth. When he woke up in the morning, he saw the maid combing her hair. The scene was almost like a painting. He thought he would paint a picture of it tomorrow.

"It's nothing, just kids playing around. That brat Hongqing, the Third Prince doesn't even bother to discipline him properly."

Yinzhen scoffed, "Third Brother's attitude towards the children is inconsistent; sometimes he spoils them rotten, and other times he's extremely strict." As he said this, he suddenly thought of his father, the Emperor. Wasn't this style exactly the same as his father's?

Changning couldn't help but complain: "Isn't he being too self-centered? Children have their own thoughts too. Being so hot and cold makes people think he just treats the child like an ornament. He plays with the child for a couple of days if he likes him, and throws him away if he doesn't."

Yinzhen's heart trembled slightly. Was that so? They didn't treat the child as a child, but only as an object?

Changning continued, "This isn't fatherly love at all; it's just an attempt to exert control over the child. When I like you, you have to be respectful and overjoyed; when I don't like you, you can't complain. It completely prevents the child from having their own thoughts! He's just trying to move himself!"

Changning frowned. Many parents today are like this; children are merely tools. When they want to assume the roles of good father and mother, they indulge their children's every whim, indulging themselves in self-pity. But when their true colors are revealed, they become cold and unkind to their children.

These are completely incompetent parents.

They're only concerned with maintaining their own authority.

That's probably why there are so many rebellious teenagers in modern times. But ancient times weren't much better. It was just that the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues were introduced, which deified the status of imperial power and patriarchal authority. Who dared to disobey? The stigma of being unfilial was enough to make everyone suffer.

well!

Education is truly an age-old problem!

Yinzhen was also thinking about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Yaoxian made sense. Why did his father treat them, the princes, with such inconsistent attitudes?

It's just that they weren't treated like children and weren't truly loved.

He nurtured each prince to be so outstanding, like raising poisonous insects, yet he would praise one while belittling the other, watching them fight each other.

Is this the art of imperial rule?

Yinzhen had a vague feeling that things shouldn't have turned out this way.

if……

If he were to become emperor, he would not treat his sons this way. He would raise them well, give them genuine fatherly love, and try his best to preserve that sincerity under imperial power.

Thinking of this, his gaze towards Changning changed, becoming extremely aggressive.

"I will treat my sons well and will not take advantage of them."

Before Changning could react after he finished speaking, Yinzhen once again became imposing.

His desire for imperial power awakened his lust.

As long as he can stand at the highest point, he will no longer have to be trembling with fear, no longer have to worry about his father’s every move, no longer have to speculate about the emperor’s intentions, no longer have to worry about his future, and no longer have to worry about his daughter’s future.

Changning, clutching her back and looking miserable, asked, "Why are you coming again?"

After another night of fussing, the pomegranate flowers in the yard bloomed even more brightly and beautifully.

Before leaving, Yinzhen passed by the courtyard and casually instructed the people around him: "Take good care of these flowers, cut a few branches and send them to the front yard."

"Yes, Your Highness, rest assured."

Her soft, sweet voice made Yinzhen turn around and glance at her. He found that she was a maidservant of Yaoxian, and after a casual glance, he left.

The heart of the winter jujube beats like a drum.

That one glance from the Prince just now almost made her heart jump out of her throat.

Prince is gentle and affectionate, and so handsome!

The master has already had five children...

Before she could think any further, Fubuki spoke with a cold laugh, startling her and waking her from her sweet dream.

"Dongzao, what are you doing here?"

Dongzao hurriedly turned around, not daring to look Chuixue in the eye, and timidly said, "I...I was going to go find Shiliu."