After Ye Jingyu returned to Weiyang Palace, Ji Wushuang noticed the black clothes he was wearing under his casual clothes and immediately showed her disgust.
In her opinion, this outfit was too crudely made. The material, style, color, and even the patterns on the clothes were all very ordinary and did not match the status of Prince Ye Jingyu at all.
However, Ye Jingyu liked it very much. After changing out of it, he immediately handed it over to the palace maids to wash, and instructed them to be careful not to tear his clothes.
"These are team uniforms that my brother, the Crown Prince, prepared for us. Everyone has one; they are a symbol of our status," Ye Jingyu explained to Ji Wushuang.
"I chose the jade pattern on the clothes myself, Mother. Is it really that ugly?" Ye Jingyu asked sincerely, looking up at her.
Ji Wushuang: ...
"It's not bad-looking," she said against her will. "It's quite unique."
If she hadn't said that with a look of disgust on her face, Ye Jingyu would have believed her.
"Team uniform? What team?" Ji Wushuang changed the subject and asked.
"My brother, the Crown Prince, is going to form a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) team, and we will all be his team members. He said he will lead us to be invincible throughout Dayuan!" Ye Jingyu said excitedly.
"Cuju—" Upon hearing this, Ji Wushuang immediately became interested. "I can play Cuju too! The Ji family used to have a Cuju team, and I was the best in it!"
"Really? Really?" Ye Jingyu looked at Ji Wushuang with sparkling eyes. "My mother also knows how to play Cuju? And she's so good at it?"
"Of course! In every football match, I'm the one who scores the most goals!" Ji Wushuang said proudly.
"Can Mother teach me? I just started learning today, and I don't even know how to dribble or control the ball very well!" Ye Jingyu asked expectantly.
"No problem! With Mother's guidance, you will definitely play better than everyone else!" Ji Wushuang said confidently.
"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner," Su Zhi, Ji Wushuang's personal maid, reminded her, her expression somewhat subtle.
Before Ji Wushuang entered the palace, she was Ji Wushuang's personal maid, and could be said to have grown up with Ji Wushuang.
Their young lady does know how to play Cuju (ancient Chinese football), but her skill level is...
As the only daughter in the three generations of the Ji family, Miss was the center of attention from birth, pampered by everyone in the Ji family, and had everything she wanted.
She was interested in Cuju (ancient Chinese football), so the Ji family invited the world's best Cuju master to be her teacher and teach her carefully.
Unfortunately, Miss simply doesn't have the talent in this area, nor is she hardworking or able to endure hardship. Even with the best coach, her kicking skills are still quite average.
But to make her happy, whenever she participated in a match, regardless of which side it was, they would all tacitly feed her the ball so that she could win first place.
Over so many years, through so many competitions, and with so many first-place winners who came out of nowhere, the naive young lady never doubted it and genuinely always believed it was due to her superior skills.
However, once she has taught the young prince, she will probably wake up from the dream of invincibility that the Ji family has woven for her.
When Su-chih mentioned dinner, Yeh Ching-yu immediately felt hungry.
This afternoon was archery class, which is already very physically demanding. Then, playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football) involved a lot of movement, so the pastries I ate during lunch and break have probably been digested long ago.
"Mother, I'm hungry. Let's play after dinner!" Ye Jingyu said to Ji Wushuang, clutching his rumbling stomach.
Upon suddenly hearing Ye Jingyu say he was hungry, Ji Wushuang wondered if she was hallucinating.
The imperial physician said that Jingyu had a mild case of aorexia, so he ate very little at each meal. He had never complained of being hungry before, except when he didn't want to eat.
Ji Wushuang couldn't help but wonder if the Crown Prince was bullying her son and not letting him eat, otherwise why would Jingyu be complaining of hunger?
Her suspicions reached their peak when she saw Ye Jingyu eating during the meal.
In the past, Jingyu was always listless and dispirited during meals. No matter how delicious the dishes on the table were, he couldn't muster any interest. How could he be like this now, eating one bite after another and showing off non-stop?
Moreover, Jingyu ate as much in one meal as he usually does in a whole day!
How hungry must he have been to eat so fast and so much?
Ji Wushuang felt both heartache and anger.
She said the child couldn't be sent to Wenhua Hall; what good could that little rascal possibly have? He even refused to let Jingyu eat!
"Jingyu, is the food at the East Palace delicious?" Ji Wushuang asked, trying to subtly probe the child's expression as he patted his bulging belly with a satisfied look after finishing his meal.
"It's delicious! My brother, the Crown Prince, said that Father Emperor sent him many imperial chefs. All the meals and desserts we ate were made by Father Emperor's imperial chefs, and they were especially delicious!" Ye Jingyu said with some lingering reminiscence.
Although the chefs at Weiyang Palace were just as good as the imperial chefs, the food there was what he was used to, and to be honest, it was a bit too rich. It couldn't compare to the food at his brother the Crown Prince's place, which was crisp, refreshing, and had a rich flavor and color that made him want to eat it.
"Have you eaten your fill?" Ji Wushuang didn't care about the imperial chefs; she just wanted to know if Jingyu could eat his fill in the East Palace.
"I'm not very full. The Crown Prince only let us eat until we were about 70-80% full, but it's okay. There are also some really delicious desserts during break!" Ye Jingyu said happily.
But Ji Wushuang didn't hear what he said after that at all. She only heard Ye Jingyu say "not very full", and she was so angry that she didn't hear what Ye Jingyu said after that.
"This is outrageous!" She slammed her hand on the dining table with such force that the bowls and plates on the table shook.
"We're not going to this school anymore!" she said angrily, her temples standing up slightly.
Ye Jingyu was initially very happy, but upon hearing this, his smile froze on his face.
no--
Why is Mother bringing this up again?
"Nobody's bullying me!" He was completely baffled.
Everyone was so enthusiastic about him!
He especially loved the Wenhua Hall!
"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Let's find out the truth first—" Suzhi quickly helped Ji Wushuang up and comforted her gently.
Ji Wushuang had a preconceived notion that Ye Jingyu would be bullied by that pair of wicked siblings when he went to study at the Wenhua Hall. So whenever she sensed something was wrong, she would magnify it in her mind and guess the worst possible outcome.
As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Su Zhi, however, saw things very clearly: Ye Jingyu was happy to go to class every day and was always reluctant to leave after class.
Even the fact that he is eating more now than before is a good thing, indicating that his nausea has been alleviated after visiting the Eastern Palace.
“Your Highness, why don’t you listen to what His Highness has to say first? He is so intelligent and so close to you, he would never lie to you. If he is bullied in Wenhua Hall, he will definitely tell you!” Suzhi skillfully stroked his hair.
Yes, Jingyu is very smart, obedient, and honest. If she's been bullied, she can find out by asking her.
"Jingyu, tell your mother the truth, has anyone bullied you in Wenhua Palace?" Ji Wushuang asked with a stern face.
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