"Yes. I will discipline him strictly from now on and will never let this brat idle around and bully the good again!"
Dingyuan Hou Wen Zhong bowed in response.
The look in his eyes when he looked at his son was full of disappointment.
Their birth dates are only a few days apart, so how come there is such a huge gap between them?!
The ninth prince has already taken over the Imperial Household Department and is helping the emperor with his work. In just a few days, he has earned tens of thousands of taels of silver.
And this one of ours...
Let’s not mention it!
"It's good that Uncle is aware of this. The Empress Dowager often said that spoiling a child is like killing him. I hope Uncle will remember this. Although Wenle is the only child, he will still be the one to support the Wen family in the future."
If Wen Le was just a playboy, how could the huge Wen family survive?
Wen Zhong's face turned serious.
Thinking of what his son had done in the past, he felt a sense of urgency:
"Thank you for your advice, Your Highness. I will keep it in mind! I will definitely discipline my child strictly in the future!"
Wen Le listened to his cousin and his father and had a bad feeling in his heart.
But at this moment, no one cared about him.
In the end, he was even dragged away from Chunmanlou by his father.
I don’t know how many people saw me along the way.
Wen Le didn't dare to cry, for fear of attracting other people's attention and completely losing face.
But as soon as he returned to Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, he let go and started howling at the top of his lungs:
"Grandma! Mother! Aunt! Help! My father is going to beat me to death! Grandma! Mother! Aunt! Help!"
Before Wen Zhong could make a move, the only sound in the entire Dingyuan Marquis Mansion was the wailing of this naughty boy.
Wen Zhong's face turned ashen.
Simply slap the rascal on the butt again:
"What are you yelling for?! What are you howling for?! I'm telling you, even if you scream your head off today, it's no use! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! I'm going to stop you from bullying the good and fearing the evil all day long and causing trouble!"
As he spoke, several slaps came down in succession.
Bunraku's wails grew louder.
However, at this moment, the old lady of the Wen family, Madam Wen, and the concubines in the mansion all rushed over.
Several concubines stepped forward and pulled Wen Zhong's arm together:
"Oh, Lord, what are you doing? Lele is still young, why can't you talk to him nicely? How can you hit a child?"
Mrs. Wen even wiped her tears directly:
"I know you can't stand us mother and son, so we'll leave now and not bother you! Poor Lele, at such a young age, he still has to endure your anger!"
At this moment, Old Mrs. Wen also came over with a cane.
When he saw this, he raised his cane and hit his son:
"You bastard, put Lele down! Do you even have any fatherly behavior?! Stop it!"
Wen Zhong looked at the women in his family.
Look at the little guy who was howling loudly just now. Now he looks pitiful and wronged, and is complaining to these women.
This caused the group of women to glare at him even more angrily.
Wen Zhong suddenly laughed out of anger.
He picked up the kid, dodged around the group of women, and stood far away.
Seeing that they were about to get closer, he shouted, "Stop right there!"
The group of women were startled.
Although Marquis Dingyuan was usually straightforward, he had never been so serious at home.
"Mom, Madam, I know you love your child. But do you know what trouble he got into today?!"
Mrs. Wen's eyes flashed. "No matter what trouble you get into, my Wen family can handle it! What's the point of beating the child?!"
Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment and looked at her son.
The boy who was so arrogant just now was now being carried by his father in a listless manner.
It looked like a fat cat being picked up by someone.
"mother!"
Old Lady Wen's words made Wen Zhong feel helpless.
Old Mrs. Wen covered her chest with one hand:
"Oh, I can't live anymore! I can't live anymore! My son is becoming more and more disobedient and doesn't even listen to me. Oh, God, why don't you strike me to death?! What a sin!"
There was a burst of singing, reciting, acting and wailing, without a single tear, but with a huge momentum.
Wen Zhong felt his temples throbbing.
He looked at his mother, then at his wife with red eyes, and at the concubines who followed his wife's lead.
I just felt a little relieved.
Then he remembered what the Ninth Prince said.
He quickly closed his eyes, suppressed the reluctance in his heart, and left with his son.
Seeing that those women were still trying to stop him, his face darkened:
"Butler, stop them!"
The butler received the order and took action immediately.
Madam Wen pushed the housekeeper and glared at Wen Zhong:
"Wenzhong, what do you mean?! Where are you taking my son?!"
Marquis Dingyuan originally had no intention of taking his son anywhere, he just wanted to come back and teach the kid a lesson.
But the behavior of the women in his family really made him feel uneasy.
He looked at his wife and saw the eyes hidden behind the handkerchief winking at him frantically.
Wen Zhong was puzzled, but he didn't change his mind: "I'll take him to the military camp. From today on, he will eat and live with me!"
After saying that, he didn't even look at these people and walked away.
He even felt a little regretful about going home.
He should have taken this kid directly to the military camp!
"My Lord, come back! Come back! Wuuwuwu!"
Mrs. Wen screamed a few times, then suddenly had a convulsion and fainted.
"lady!"
A group of concubines hurried over.
Mrs. Wen's personal maid hurriedly called for help and carried her wife back.
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