Five-year-old Ninth Prince Huangfu Jue only glanced at it a few times before his mind automatically pieced together the fragments of information he had previously received.
Whether he's blessed or not is debatable, but he is certainly quite overweight.
She wasn't as greasy as Qi Defu; she was fair-skinned and plump, like a fragrant glutinous rice cake, and was barely a little more pleasing to the eye than her tenth, eleventh, and twelfth brothers and sisters.
Little fatty, how come you sleep so soundly?
Without a second thought, the Ninth Prince squatted down and expressionlessly pinched the chubby boy's face with his fingers. His fingers sank slightly; the boy's face was very soft.
He thought maliciously: Dare to take my place, I'll scare you to death.
Unexpectedly, after pinching the little fat boy three times, he still didn't wake up. Instead, he turned over and slapped Huangfu Jue's hand away.
Bold.
The Ninth Prince glanced at his fingers, his expression becoming increasingly mysterious. He then reached out to tug at the small bump on the chubby boy's head that had been flattened. He had only tugged once, and was about to tug a second time, when he met the eyes of the chubby boy who had suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of clear, bright eyes, black and white distinct, moist and innocent.
The Ninth Prince, whose hand was being held by a chubby white paw, looked at the blank eyes and said coldly, "Let go."
Qi Qi was still bewildered, her mind filled with thoughts like: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Who is this guy? Someone was sleeping peacefully, why is he pulling their hair? Is he crazy? (●_●)
After regaining his senses and rubbing his eyes, he discovered that the culprit who had disturbed his peaceful sleep was an extremely beautiful child, dressed in a white embroidered brocade robe and a white jade belt around his waist, clearly not an ordinary person.
Qi Qi immediately released his hand, thought for a moment about the etiquette he had learned, put his hat on properly, clasped his hands and bowed: "This servant greets you... Which prince are you?"
The Ninth Prince also stood up: "You don't know who I am?"
Faced with the unknown prince who had pulled his hair and made no comment, Qi Qi shook his head and honestly answered the question, "I don't know. I'm sorry, Your Highness, I haven't been in the palace for long."
The Ninth Prince's eyes held a complex expression.
The palace eunuchs are taught proper etiquette as soon as they enter the palace. How did this chubby boy learn it? He keeps using the word "I" and even dares to look directly at the prince when he speaks. To put it bluntly, his attitude is disrespectful. He doesn't have the slightest bit of the servile demeanor a servant should have.
The Ninth Prince even saw the look of looking at a child in the little fat boy's eyes? Who is he looking at? Is he looking at me? This is simply outrageous.
This was the thought of the Ninth Prince, who had never suffered any beatings in the palace but had already witnessed much of the inner workings of the inner palace at a young age.
Since I'm bored anyway, I might as well teach this chubby kid some manners.
The Ninth Prince slightly raised his delicate, baby-faced features: "I am Huangfu Jue, the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty. What is your name?"
Hmm... This pose looks familiar. Shall I bow?
Qi Qi couldn't quite understand what his proud expression meant. He just felt that even children in ancient times had a strong aura. It was just that the Ninth Prince was too young. He was handsome and cute, so even when he spoke in a serious tone, he didn't seem scary. He bowed without any burden and said, "Greetings, Your Highness. My name is Qi Laibao."
The Ninth Prince walked to the low table and sat down, his posture upright and his manner casual. He said, "Qi Laibao, is it? Go and pour me some tea."
The young eunuch Qi Qi accepted the task without any hesitation: "Okay."
He immediately turned around and ran downstairs.
Chen Dianji was sleeping. It seems the Ninth Prince was quite kind and didn't wake Chen Dianji.
Qi Qi had just drunk tea and knew where the teapot was, but there were only two cups. So Qi Qi drank the tea in his cup, and it was so bitter that he shuddered. He frowned and poured himself another cup. Then he took the tea and went upstairs, mimicking how the maids handed out coffee, and handed it to the Ninth Prince with both hands.
Why would the Ninth Prince like to drink this? It's so bitter.
The Ninth Prince looked at the chubby boy running over again, took the tea, and frowned as he said, "Be more careful. You're so clumsy. You need a tea tray. How did you get into the Imperial Study?"
Qi Qi quickly admitted his mistake: "I was wrong, Your Highness. I will walk slower next time. Also, there are no cup holders downstairs."
...Something felt off, but the little fat boy admitted his mistake so quickly that even though the tea was cold, the Ninth Prince subconsciously didn't mind and raised the teacup to his lips.
One entrance.
"puff……"
Qi Qi watched in surprise as the Ninth Prince spat out a mouthful of tea, his mouth smeared with tea leaves.
"Ninth Prince, what's wrong?"
The Ninth Prince wiped his mouth, slammed his hand on the table, and angrily said, "You little brat, Qi Laibao, how dare you make fun of me!"
Qi Qi pointed at himself, bewildered: "Huh? Teasing?"
Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, the Ninth Prince instantly found the chubby boy extremely displeasing. His face, now showing anger, finally revealed a childlike side: "It's cold, fine, but how dare you try to fool me with this inferior, bitter, and astringent tea! How dare you! You're punishable by twenty strokes..."
Looking up, he saw the chubby boy's wide eyes, and changed his words: "Twenty slaps on the palms!"
Qi Qi instinctively hid his hand behind his back.
What's going on?! Why are they hitting my palm like this?!
They were all right. There were many bad people in feudal imperial society who would beat people up at the slightest disagreement.
Qi Qi subconsciously said, "I don't want it. You were the one who asked for it, and I did!"
After wiping his mouth, the Ninth Prince regained his composure and said, "Ten more lashes for talking back to a prince."
Qi Qi exclaimed incredulously, "Why? How could you accuse me? I didn't tease you, and I didn't talk back!"
Ninth Prince: "Knowing your mistakes but not correcting them, using sweet words instead, add ten more strokes."
Qi Qi: "You...you..."
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