Even if Ye Jingchen was a lazy bum with no ambition in his past life, even if he could barely accept that he, at eight years old, was not as good as Ye Jinghe, at four years old—
Actually, I can't really accept it!
The difference between eight and four years old is not the difference between twenty-four and twenty years old, it's the difference between twenty-four and twelve years old!
Is the age difference four years?
They're twice the age difference!
Putting everything else aside, just looking at their height and weight, the difference is enormous!
He was about 1.3 meters tall, while Ye Jinghe was only about 90 centimeters tall, a difference of 40 centimeters!
Needless to say, his weight is almost twice that of Ye Jinghe. With such a huge difference, how could he, who had been jogging for a while, almost be unable to outrun Ye Jinghe?!
But what he couldn't accept the most was that Ye Jinghe was really only four years old, but he wasn't eight; his inner self was thirty!
A thirty-year-old adult is no match for a four-year-old child, if he doesn't feel ashamed at all—
Then he's not a salted fish, but a dried salted fish!
So in the following time, he did not rely on Xie Chang'an as an external force as before, but relied on himself to slowly run until the end of the morning class.
Although in the end his speed was not much faster than walking, he never stopped.
When the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, he felt as if his legs were not his own, but two soft noodles, and his chest felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. With each breath, it felt as if a small knife was cutting his lungs.
But he persevered in the end.
And Xie Chang'an never left.
"Are you trying to slack off?" Ye Jingchen asked curiously after the other person had finished breathing.
After all, even when Xie Chang'an was dragging him along, he would still run faster than he did today. Ye Jingchen had reasonable grounds to suspect that Xie Chang'an was trying to take the opportunity to slack off.
"I'm just a little curious." Xie Chang'an glanced at him speechlessly.
"What are you curious about?" Ye Jingchen asked.
Of course, I'm curious when Ye Jingchen will give up.
But I never expected him to persevere until the very end!
Even Xie Chang'an had to look at him with new respect.
"I've shown the training methods you mentioned to my father, and he thinks they're excellent. He even wrote a letter to the northern frontier overnight," Xie Chang'an said.
Ye Jingchen's eyes lit up. Are all Xie family members this efficient?
"Did you mention that I wanted to meet him?" Ye Jingchen asked excitedly.
"He said he knows and will find an opportunity to meet with you," Xie Chang'an said.
Actually, that wasn't what his father originally said. He was surprised that the method of training soldiers came from an eight-year-old child, and even more surprised that the child was the emperor's son.
He marveled that such a bad bamboo shoot had actually emerged, and that he must find a way to see it sometime.
Xie Chang'an had reasonable grounds to suspect that his father had offended the emperor because of his unbridled tongue.
But every time his father mentioned the emperor, the indescribable resentment on his face made him feel that it didn't seem like the emperor.
Just as Ye Jingchen was feeling pleased, he heard Xie Chang'an speak quietly: "Just a friendly reminder, before your father meets with you, you'd better think about how to explain to him how a pampered little prince like you knows how to train soldiers."
Ye Jingchen: !
We were so happy that we forgot about this.
He could use his dream experience to subtly tell Xie Chang'an, but he couldn't use that method to deceive Xie Shaoling.
But besides the possibility that it was a dream, how else could he explain it to Xie Shaoling?
He asked Xie Chang'an, "Is your father studious? Does he read a lot of books? If I try to fool him with the excuse that I 'saw it in a book,' will he believe me?"
"Do you think my father is a fool?" Xie Chang'an asked with a smile.
Xie Shaoling was certainly not a fool.
but--
Ye Jingchen looked at Xie Chang'an and suddenly had a good idea to fool Xie Shaoling.
However, this method would require Xie Chang'an to make a tiny sacrifice.
"Why are you looking at me like that? There's no way I'd help you deceive my father!" Xie Chang'an said righteously.
Ye Jingchen curled his lips. Just based on Xie Chang'an's appearance, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty about using him.
After all, he brought this on himself.
Just wait and see. If Xie Chang'an tries to cover for him in front of his father, his explanation will be fine. But if Xie Chang'an is just looking for a good show and says nothing, then he will definitely drag Xie Chang'an down with him!
In any case, judging from Xie Chang'an's ability to mobilize the mansion's personnel and take over the Zhenguo Duke's mansion's connections in the capital at the age of six, as well as the way he was trained by Xie Shaoling every day, it's not hard to guess that his facade won't last long in front of the wise old matriarch and Xie Shaoling.
"By the way—how did you recognize me yesterday?" Ye Jingchen casually changed the subject.
“Intuition,” Xie Chang’an said.
Hearing this answer, Ye Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt even more curious.
"What intuition? Tell me more about it." He asked, his hand unconsciously caressing the white jade lotus bud at his waist.
Xie Chang'an didn't hide anything and said frankly, "You and your bodyguards are both very special, and you're even more special when you're together. It's hard not to recognize you."
Xie Chang'an himself is a fake child, so of course he can tell the difference between a fake child and a real child at a glance.
As for the secret guards—
He also had his own bodyguards, and because of his experiences in his previous life, he had a very good understanding of this group.
Once you understand them, it becomes incredibly easy to distinguish them from the crowd.
That feeling of constantly watching and protecting the target, yet remaining detached and indifferent, is very contradictory.
Ye Jingchen seemed to be deep in thought.
Dragging his legs, which felt like soft noodles, Ye Jingchen walked out of the garden and met up with the others.
"Brother, are you alright?" Ye Jinghe immediately noticed Ye Jingchen's fatigue and went over to ask with concern.
Of course, he didn't forget to glare at Xie Chang'an.
"I'm fine, just a little tired," Ye Jingchen said, trying to sound relaxed.
Although he was very tired, he still insisted on leading everyone through two rounds of warm-up exercises.
After finishing, Ye Jinghe immediately went to Ye Jingchen's side, wanting to help him up, but he was not tall enough and had to stand on tiptoe to lift his brother's arm, but he could not become his brother's support.
He was very frustrated.
It would be great if he could be a little taller.
"Pfft—" Seeing this, Xie Chang'an couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Ye Jinghe glared at him again and made a deep note of him in his mental notebook.
The first stroke of the pen made my brother very tired.
The second stroke was to mock him.
Realizing that growing taller was an urgent matter, Ye Jinghe ate more than usual at breakfast.
He has a particularly infectious way of eating; even the emperor is influenced by him, let alone these children.
Ye Jingyu stared in disbelief at Ye Jinghe's swift and rapid eating. When he came to his senses, he realized he had also eaten much more than usual.
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