But eating cold food all the time is bad for your stomach. Just because you're a monster doesn't mean you can be so careless about your health.
The Fourth Prince glanced at the little one in his arms as he turned his eyes, then took another big gulp without ceremony, drinking more than half of it before putting the cup down.
Duofu was still clinging to the Fourth Prince, and everyone was stunned. He couldn't understand why the Fourth Prince had drunk his drink.
He doesn't particularly like these unhealthy things, so why is the sun rising in the west today?
No, that's not the time to worry about that.
Instead, it was his iced watermelon and grape juice, which was almost empty—such a large glass.
Duofu's eyes were full of anxiety, and he tried to reach out his chubby little hand to snatch it. However, the difference in strength between the two was too great, and the Fourth Prince subdued the chubby little boy in his arms with just one hand.
Duofu kept grumbling, and the dinner ended with Duofu's accusing gaze.
The Fourth Prince didn't feel there was anything wrong with taking Duofu's food; on the contrary, he felt happy during dinner.
The Fourth Prince was holding Duofu, who looked genuinely unhappy, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be turning up to the sky.
A fleeting smile crossed the Fourth Prince's eyes. He coughed twice, drawing Duofu's attention.
"I originally planned to tell you some good news today."
"But judging from your expression, you don't seem to be in the mood to listen to what I have to say."
"I'm going to the Mulan Hunting Grounds with Father Emperor next month. Since you don't want to go, then forget it. It'll save me the trouble of taking you with me."
Duofu heard that the people in front hadn't moved much yet, but his ears twitched. When he heard that they were going to the Mulan Hunting Grounds, he turned around and stopped facing the Fourth Prince with his back to him.
Duofu hurriedly tried to hug Fourth Brother's neck, his rosy cheeks showing no trace of the unhappiness from having his food stolen.
His eyes were shining, and he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Going to Mulan Hunting Ground, is that going to the grasslands? We can leave the Forbidden City now."
"Fourth Brother, I want to go, I want to go, I want to go too."
Duofu is now affectionately embracing the Fourth Prince, showing no trace of his earlier tantrum.
The Fourth Prince was enjoying himself, just smiling and watching without replying.
Duofu's eyes were bright and lively, but he didn't care about anything else. He rushed into the Fourth Prince's arms and started to snuggle up to him.
After enjoying Duofu's affectionate teasing, the Fourth Prince patted Duofu's back with lingering relish and said "okay" with a reserved air.
Duofu hadn't yet recovered from the joy of being able to leave next month. For the past few years, he had spent every day in this square palace. Although he was indeed quite a homebody, there was a difference between being a homebody and being a homebody.
Those who take the initiative are definitely doing so willingly, without any ulterior motives.
Being passive is extremely uncomfortable; you can only stay at home all day long, and you don't even have the chance to go out and have a proper stroll.
Tonight, the Fourth Prince enjoyed a massage from Duofu Xiaopangzhao, a service he hadn't experienced in a long time.
The Fourth Prince's smile never left his eyes all night, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a small dimple on his face.
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In the days that followed, the Fourth Prince resumed his normal work schedule. Although he was still nowhere to be seen in the mornings, he would come back to have dinner with everyone most of the time in the evenings.
Duofu is no longer concerned about whether the underlings will return or not; what he cares about now is when they can set off. Every time he meets the Fourth Prince, he asks him a hundred or eighty times.
What's remarkable is that the Fourth Prince doesn't seem to mind having such a noisy brat who chatters on and on all day long and keeps asking the same questions.
Su Peisheng felt like his ears were about to fall off. He looked at the unmoved Fourth Prince and felt a sincere admiration in his heart. He was indeed his master, different from ordinary people like them.
Despite the explosive bombardment, he remained largely unfazed, even managing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Su Peisheng initially felt like he was seeing things. He knew his master well; he hated noisy people and would never repeat himself when given an order.
I looked at Duofu, who was fat and chubby all day long. All he did was eat, drink, and have fun, and he was always thinking about going out to play.
Su Peisheng felt a little resentful again; he was just unlucky.
Otherwise, why didn't they make him their master's pet dog?
Su Peisheng lowered his head and sighed inwardly.
This time, when their master went to the grasslands, he didn't even think of bringing any of the women from the harem along; he only thought of taking this little fat dog with him.
Su Peisheng had already found out that other guys, as long as they had connections, would never bring one or two of their favorites along.
This trip will last for several months; is our master sure he doesn't want to take a princess with him?
Su Peisheng thought that his master could only enter the backyard a few times every few months, and he began to have second thoughts.
Forget it, he shouldn't say anything more, or he'll just become annoying for no reason.
It just so happens that his master is still quite young and needs to recuperate so that he won't be unable to function properly when he gets older.
In the past few years, he has been working for the Fourth Prince and has heard a lot of strange stories about the adults from the Crown Prince.
The thought of having to rely on medication to support his heart at such a young age made Su Peisheng slur his words and shake his head.
My master should be fine. Although he doesn't go often, he should have the time.
Su Peisheng considered it for a moment before he felt relieved.
Watching Duofu busily packing his little trinkets in the room, and seeing those pure gold toys, Su Peisheng couldn't hide his envy, jealousy, and resentment. He was tired of being envious, jealous, and resentful.
Why is his master so biased? This chubby boy, Duofu, likes vulgar things like gold, but his master not only doesn't stop him, he's happy to put out a bunch of them for him to choose from.
If the people below liked worldly things like gold and silver, they would definitely leave a comment.
"How could I have such vulgar servants like you? You're all so arrogant."
Su Peisheng felt bitter inside. Why did Duofu like money so much, yet his master never seemed to truly dislike it? Just because he liked it so much, it was unacceptable.
Who doesn't like gold and silver?
Golden and white, it's so soothing to look at.
Su Peisheng's heart bled as he looked at the row of gleaming gold cars that Duofu had packed into the box.
Why isn't there a single one that belongs to him?
Although he wasn't greedy for these things, they were different. His master had specially commissioned people to make them, and each one was hand-painted.
This is not just ordinary gold; it is the embodiment of his master's doting affection.
Su Peisheng could make a lot of money by following the Fourth Prince, but none of it was as pleasing to him as those glittering little golden cars.
Duofu was happily assembling his little cars one by one when he was unaware that someone next to him was staring intently at his golden toy cars, eager to snatch them away.
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