All the women in the manor's backyard knew an unspoken rule: if any of them became pregnant, the master would visit them and stay in their room.
Therefore, upon learning that the master had not stayed at the Guarjia clan's place, they were filled with speculation. At the same time, they also hoped that the master would come to their room to rest.
After all, since returning, the master has been resting in the study.
It's been so long, shouldn't the master come to the backyard by now?! Each of them was lost in their own sweet dreams, some deep, some shallow.
But a beautiful dream is just a beautiful dream, and it will always be a dream. After leaving the Peach Blossom Courtyard, the Fourth Prince went straight back to his study and didn't come out again until the lights were turned off.
The women in the backyard were instantly devastated, each displaying a resentful expression and tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
In Taoyuan, Jiaming and Hongxuan slept soundly through the night.
Early in the morning, the mother and son woke up and took a walk among the flowers and plants in the yard.
In the thicket, where no one was around, Jiaming instructed Hongxuan, "When you go to Duanyuan to see your stepmother and the others later, don't speak so fluently or use so many words. Keep it brief, and it's best to speak less and listen and observe more."
The little guy is just too clever. If everyone in the manor knew, they would definitely see him as a thorn in their side. Even though she protects him very well, she is still afraid that those people will do anything to deal with him. After all, she cannot guarantee that she can always protect him well, that nothing will ever happen to him, or that there will always be no mishaps.
"Why?" The little guy, who was a step ahead of Jiaming, turned around, stopped, and tilted his head to look at Jiaming and asked.
Jiaming didn't stop, continuing to walk forward. As she thought, she took the little one's hand and led him along, saying, "You know what pearls are, right?"
Little Hongxuan nodded, and said affirmatively in his childish voice, "I know."
"Are pearls that are round, full, and have a lustrous, transparent sheen the best, or are pearls of other shapes and colors better?" Jiaming asked, guiding the little one with the knowledge of pearls she had seen and understood.
The little guy answered without hesitation: "Round and full, with a glossy and transparent appearance, and a precious luster is good."
Jiaming nodded, pushed the peach branch blocking her way upwards, and continued walking with Hongxuan, saying as they went, "So, all things considered, people prefer top-quality pearls that are round, full, lustrous, and have a precious sheen. You understand, right?"
"I understand." The little guy pouted after saying that, "But what does Mother saying this have to do with talking less to my stepmother?"
Jiaming smiled and patted Hongxuan's head with her free hand.
The little guy looked up, his big eyes filled with questions, and he looked very cute.
Unable to resist, Jiaming, who was about to put her hand down, continued to pat the little one's head. At the same time, her face showed an expression that said, "You're so cute, Mommy loves you."
The little guy: "..." If it could be materialized, the black line on its forehead would be clearly visible.
Jiaming understood the little guy's expression, but she wasn't embarrassed at all. Calmly and naturally, she put down her hand that was stroking his head, cleared her throat, and continued, "Of course it's related."
"What's your relationship?" Hongxuan asked.
“Let me tell you this, Mother!” Jiaming suddenly stopped, pulled Hongxuan to face her, and looked at him, saying, “Clever and quick-witted people are like the finest pearls, while ordinary people are like the inferior pearls.”
Hongxuan still didn't quite understand what his mother was trying to say, and frowned slightly.
Jiaming continued, "Do you remember your third brother, Hongshi?"
“I remember,” Hongxuan replied.
“Your third brother is older than you, but you started talking earlier, learned to walk earlier, and started running earlier. You know a little more than him, and you are stronger than him, right?” Jiaming continued to ask.
Hongxuan thought about it and nodded, "That's true."
"If we use pearls as a metaphor, you are a better pearl, while your third brother is slightly inferior."
Hongxuan was taught by his father to be quite loving towards his brothers. Although he wasn't that close to his third brother, he still knew him fairly well. When he saw his mother comparing his third brother to a not-so-good pearl, his brows furrowed again, and he was somewhat unhappy.
However, he could still understand the metaphor and continued to nod.
"For pearls, better pearls are more desirable under the same conditions, but people are different," Jiaming continued.
The little guy seemed to be deep in thought after hearing this, and then looked intently at his mother.
“Not everyone will like you,” Jiaming said, staring intently at Hongxuan, making each word clear.
“Xuan’er understands, Li E’niang and the others don’t like Xuan’er.” Hong Xuan couldn’t help but recall the feeling of being looked at by Li E’niang and the others when she was a child.
“It’s good that you understand,” Jiaming said, then paused before continuing, “People who don’t like you don’t like you performing well. To use a pearl as an analogy, you are someone else’s pearl, and this ‘someone’ is someone they dislike. So of course they hope that the other person’s pearl is inferior, while their own pearl is superior, better than the other person’s, and that makes them happy.”
Jiaming wasn't worried at all that the little guy, who was only three years old, wouldn't understand the long passage.
As she expected, Hongxuan understood, "Mother Li, you don't like Xuan'er's performance, hmm, better than Third Brother?"
Jiaming nodded. "It's not just your mother; many people who don't like you don't like your outstanding performance either." As she said this, her expression suddenly became extremely solemn. "If you perform even better, those who dislike you might even have someone ruin you."
For example, if there were only two pearls in the world, and someone else's superior pearl was destroyed or even lost, then the inferior pearl in the hands of those who disliked others would be the best.
Hongxuan, whose IQ and EQ are comparable to or even higher than those of a six or seven-year-old child, immediately understood upon hearing this. His furrowed brows relaxed, and he solemnly promised Jiaming, "Mother, don't worry, Xuan'er understands and will speak less."
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