The five people talked and chatted.
As I walked through the Imperial Garden, I saw a little boy holding a chicken wing, eating it as he ran towards Qiluan Garden.
"How could there be such a reckless child in this palace?" Ruyan asked in surprise.
“Judging from his age…” Qingyan pondered for a moment, “This boy should be the Fifth Prince, Mu Junxi.”
"How did you know?" Zhiyan asked, puzzled.
"Emperor Yuanwu has few heirs; the only one still young is the Fifth Prince." Qingyan paused, "It is rumored that this Fifth Prince is good for nothing and only knows how to eat."
“It seems the rumors are true.” Fei Yan replied, “This Consort Shu has given birth to a prince for nothing.”
“Although the Fifth Prince doesn’t suspect it, Consort Shu’s eldest son, who is also the current Second Prince, Mu Junhan, is a learned and talented man, a rare genius,” Qingyan said in a gentle tone.
"Does the Second Prince also live in the palace?" Ruyan asked curiously.
“I heard that the Empress Dowager passed away last year, and the Second Prince, to show his filial piety, kept vigil for her for a year on behalf of the Emperor. He should be back soon.” Ruyan looked up at the sky and said, “Let’s go back first to avoid trouble.”
Mu Junxi ran to Qiluan Garden.
Before he could even pay his respects to Consort Shu, he rushed to Mu Qianqian's cradle.
Consort Shu looked at the half-eaten chicken leg in her hand and felt a suffocating sensation, as if someone was choking her.
"Holy crap! That's incredible!" Mu Junxi's jaw nearly dropped to the floor in astonishment. "How did you know that Master was testing me on reciting 'The Essentials of Governance in the Zhenguan Era,' and that if I couldn't recite it, he'd punish me by making me copy it 100 times?"
Mu Qianqian: Heh~
She rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.
He was especially noticing that he was holding a chicken leg in his hand.
Mu Qianqian's mouth was practically watering.
She hadn't had a chicken leg in a long time.
She drinks milk all day long; it feels like she's about to ruin herself.
When will she finally get to taste the cooking skills of the imperial kitchen chef?
Upon hearing this, Consort Shu grabbed his ear and asked, "What did you just say?"
"Ouch! Mother, it hurts!" Mu Junxi turned around with the help of Consort Shu and knelt down on the ground: "Mother, I know I was wrong."
"You good-for-nothing child, what can you do all day besides eat? You're going to drive me crazy!" Consort Shu said, snatching the chicken leg from his hand and throwing it on the ground. "I don't expect you to be as good as your two older brothers, but you've been in school for three years now and you can't even recite the 'Essentials of Governance in the Zhenguan Era.' Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you if word gets out?"
Mu Junxi's features contorted in pain as he scratched his head with his greasy hands, still wet from holding the chicken leg: "Mother..."
Looking at him now.
Consort Shu felt like she was suffocating. Her chest heaved twice. She picked up the ruler and struck Mu Junxi.
Mu Junxi scrambled to his feet: "Mother, I know I was wrong."
"I'm going to beat you to death today, you good-for-nothing! You're really driving me crazy!"
The sleeping quarters in Qiluan Garden were not large.
No matter how hard Mu Junxi tried to run, he was still hit several times by Consort Shu.
He winced in pain, "Mother, please stop hitting me, it hurts..."
Mu Qianqian lay to the side, enjoying the spectacle.
Yes! If we're going to fight, we'll fight hard!
There's a saying that goes, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."
[Mother, hit her! Hit her hard!]
[He was made to do nothing but eat all day long, and even when describing people, he could only use food-related words, such as chicken feet, steamed buns, and dumplings...]
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