"Royal sister, my most gentle, kind, generous, considerate, elegant, noble, lovely and beautiful royal sister, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have made you angry! I now fully realize my mistakes and am willing to actively correct and make amends. I don't know what I need to do to make royal sister calm down?" Ye Jingchen used all the words of praise he could think of to compliment Ye Jingshu.
"You're so glib!" Ye Jingshu was initially upset, but Ye Jingchen's praise made her unable to hold back her laughter. She wanted to laugh, but then she felt that if she laughed now, wouldn't that be too easy on her bratty little brother!
"You do whatever I tell you to do?" Ye Jingshu snorted coldly, glancing sideways at Ye Jingchen as she asked.
"As long as it's within my power!" Ye Jingchen quickly replied.
"He just called me stupid—" Ye Jingshu pointed at Ye Jinghe behind Ye Jingchen, a smug smile on her face, "I need you to help me call him back!"
Ye Jingchen: ...
"Royal sister, if Jinghe scolds you, you can scold him back yourself. Is it not appropriate for me to scold him?" Ye Jingchen said hesitantly.
"I just want you to help me yell back! As long as you yell, I won't be angry! It's just yelling at him a few times, it's not like I'm asking you to hit him, you're not going to tell me you can't do it, are you?" Ye Jingshu glared angrily at Ye Jingchen.
He can definitely do it, but the key is that he can't do it.
Although Ye Jinghe enjoys provoking Ye Jingshu, so far his provocations have had a positive effect. How could he bear to scold such a great contributor?
"Ye Jinghe is an idiot, an even bigger idiot than Ye Jingshu!"
Just as Ye Jingchen hesitated, Ye Jinghe suddenly spoke up, but he was cursing himself.
Although he was cursing himself, his expression was calm, a calmness that angered Ye Jingshu.
"I made my brother scold you, it doesn't count if you scold yourself!" Ye Jingshu said angrily.
"Slap—" Ye Jinghe slapped himself hard across the face, leaving a clear handprint on his face.
"Jinghe—" Ye Jingchen didn't expect Ye Jinghe to slap him, and it was too late to stop him.
"Are you satisfied now?" Ye Jinghe asked calmly, staring at Ye Jingshu with his dark eyes.
He slapped himself hard, making a loud noise. His face swelled up in a moment, but he showed no sign of pain.
Ye Jingshu was so frightened that she took a step back.
"You slapped yourself, it has nothing to do with me!" she said, trying to appear calm.
"Are you still angry with your brother?" Ye Jinghe pressed.
"You're a madman!" Ye Jingshu said, then fled back to her desk.
Ye Jingchen quickly looked at Ye Jinghe's face, and in just a short while, his face was already severely swollen and red.
"Quickly summon Imperial Physician Zhang!" Ye Jingchen hurriedly ordered.
"Sit down!" Ye Jingchen pressed Ye Jinghe down onto the mat, his face stern.
"elder brother……"
Ye Jinghe was decisive when he slapped himself, and he didn't feel any pain afterward, but seeing Ye Jingchen's unusually serious expression, he panicked a little.
"Brother, it hurts..." he said pitifully, covering the side of his face that had been slapped.
Ye Jingchen felt sorry for him, but as soon as he showed his distress, he remembered that he had slapped himself and it wasn't worth feeling sorry for him, so he hardened his heart again.
"Didn't I tell you not to do things that would hurt yourself?" Ye Jingchen questioned him in an unfriendly tone.
His brother had never spoken to him in such a cold and harsh tone before. Ye Jinghe panicked immediately, feeling both flustered and frightened, and his eyes instantly reddened.
He felt wronged. He had clearly wanted to help his brother out of a difficult situation, so why was his brother still angry?
“I’m angry because you don’t cherish your own body. Self-love is a virtue. Only by knowing how to love and respect yourself can you earn the love and respect of others. If you always belittle yourself, then others will also belittle you!” Ye Jingchen said earnestly to Ye Jinghe.
"You are a very smart child, and I believe you can understand this principle."
Physician Zhang, carrying his medicine chest, hurriedly ran into the Wenhua Hall.
Ye Jingchen then stepped back, allowing Physician Zhang to come forward and examine Ye Jinghe's face.
Seeing his brother step back, Ye Jinghe subconsciously reached out to pull him, but grabbed nothing.
"Brother..." he murmured again.
"Doctor Zhang, is Jinghe's face alright?" Ye Jingchen asked.
"That slap was quite forceful, but fortunately it didn't injure the internal organs," said Physician Zhang, taking a bottle of ointment from his medicine box and handing it to Ye Jingchen.
"This ointment promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis. First, apply a cold compress to the red and swollen area for fifteen minutes before applying the ointment. Apply the cold compress again before going to bed and then apply the ointment once more. The redness and swelling should subside by tomorrow," the old doctor instructed.
"I'll take Jinghe to get her medicine applied. You all go to class first," Ye Jingchen said, taking Ye Jinghe's hand as they walked out of the Wenhua Hall.
The 15-minute break between classes had long passed, but because of the accident, the calligraphy instructor dared not teach until Ye Jingchen left with Ye Jinghe.
"What a madman!" Ye Jingshu muttered to herself as she watched Ye Jingchen and Ye Jinghe leave.
At that moment, she once again intuitively felt that Ye Jinghe was indeed different from them; he was a madman.
The emperor's younger brother lives with such a madman every day. Isn't he afraid that Ye Jinghe will go crazy one day and hurt him?
As the crown prince, the emperor should really not keep such a dangerous person by his side!
"Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents. Although I am only your elder brother, an elder brother is like a father. Ye Jinghe, your behavior is very unfilial, and I do not want it to happen again!" After personally soaking silk in cold water, wringing it until it was half dry, and applying it to half of Ye Jinghe's face, Ye Jingchen continued to speak to Ye Jinghe seriously.
While his brother was applying a face mask, Ye Jinghe gripped his brother's sleeve tightly with both hands, as if he were holding onto a stabilizing force.
His feelings were complicated at that moment; he felt annoyed, scared, and a little warm.
Although the older brother's expression was frightening and his voice was cold, his movements were gentle, and he did not brush his hand away.
Although his brother was very angry, he still cared about him.
He really likes this kind of older brother.
Why doesn't Ye Jingshu appreciate her brother's kindness and instead takes advantage of him, refusing to let him off the hook?
"Slap—" Ye Jingchen reached out and slapped Ye Jinghe on the head.
"What dangerous thing are you thinking about? Your eyes are so scary. My elder sister is my sister, and also your sister. You wouldn't hold a grudge against her over something so trivial, would you?" Ye Jingchen asked bluntly.
"Brother...it hurts!" Ye Jinghe revealed the pitiful expression he always showed in front of Ye Jingchen.
This time, Ye Jingchen didn't soften his heart and extended his hand in front of Ye Jinghe.
Ye Jinghe: ?
"As I said before, brothers and sisters are like hands and feet. Although the ten fingers of a person's hand are of different lengths, each one is extremely important and indispensable. Moreover, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. If the hand is injured, the heart will also feel pain."
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