Duofu felt that the days outside the palace were passing by so quickly. In the blink of an eye, the little prince who used to have a three-headed figure had been studying in the front yard with his father for several years.
Duofu really couldn't understand how someone so young could sit still like that.
Duofu didn't even start reading at three years old; he started at six or seven. He couldn't even sit still.
Is it possible that inherited genes are really that powerful?
The Fourth Prince is a prince with a "cursed" personality, so he has to have a son who is also a prince with a "cursed" personality.
Fortunately, the second prince brought some comfort to Duofu.
Duofu saw a chubby boy sitting at another table. He kept wiggling his bottom, and by the end of the class, his hands and feet seemed to have a serious illness, and he couldn't sit still at all.
Duofu felt that the Fourth Prince's second son was the real child; judging from his dislike of studying, he was practically a carbon copy of Duofu.
Duofu decided to give one of his toy cars, which he didn't particularly like, to the second son of the Fourth Prince today.
whee.
Duofu lay under a large tree not far from the study, where he could see what was happening inside. Duofu himself didn't like reading, but he particularly enjoyed watching people he didn't like read.
Duofu felt that his recent pleasure came from watching the chubby boy struggle with his studies.
The chubby boy didn't have his courage and didn't dare to defy his stern father.
The Fourth Prince's frown and glance were enough to keep that chubby boy from trembling with fear.
Duofu felt that the Fourth Prince was too serious, which was not good for the children's mental health. Look at that chubby boy, he was so scared that he could hardly hold the calligraphy brush.
He couldn't even hold the brush properly; how could he bear to see him writing with such a troubled expression?
Dofu discovers that his happiness is truly built on the suffering of others.
Since the arrival of his chubby son, his daily life has been instantly brighter.
Moreover, this little chubby boy is even fatter than he was when he was a child. I really don't know how Li Gege from the Fourth Prince's backyard raised him.
It's so well-fed and chubby, it looks just like a little fat boy.
Duofu tried hard to recall his childhood, and realized he shouldn't have been this fat. His childhood chubby figure was just right; any less would have made him look bad, and any more would have made him look bulky.
Duofu kindly reminded the Fourth Prince several times to pay attention to his second son's diet and not to eat so much, as he was almost turning into a ball.
Duofu recently wanted to raise another child to play with, but he felt that he couldn't raise the Fourth Prince's legitimate son.
This chubby little guy is pretty good.
Anyway, judging from his qualifications, it seems impossible for him to inherit the Fourth Prince's estate in the future.
It would be better to let him teach us, and like him, cling to a powerful figure and learn to coast along, becoming a lazy bum who does nothing but eat and wait to die.
That way, it can also reduce family discord, saving everyone from fighting to the death for the throne.
He instilled in him the dream of being a lazy bum from a young age, so that when he grew up he wouldn't have to compete with his eldest son for the throne. How wonderful would that be?
Moreover, this chubby boy seems to be just like him, both enjoying eating, sleeping, and playing.
Duofu's gaze slowly shifted from the chubby boy to the serious-looking, cold-faced young man.
How come the Fourth Prince keeps growing up?
The more she wore a mask, the colder and more distant she looked at her own son.
Duofu touched his head, genuinely feeling lucky.
Fortunately, he was raised from childhood.
If he were to be raised by the Fourth Prince after he had grown up, just like these young princes, he simply wouldn't be able to live like that.
The Fourth Prince, who was checking his two sons' homework in the study, seemed to notice that someone was looking over from outside.
He didn't even need to look up to know that he should openly display that kind of gaze, staring intently at the person who was staring at him.
Only that little ancestor who has grown up.
The Fourth Prince raised his head and glanced at the swing. Sure enough, he saw that familiar figure, wagging its tail excitedly and staring at him with its round eyes shining.
The Fourth Prince's originally calm and serious face couldn't help but reveal a hint of tenderness. His eyes were filled with helplessness and doting as he glanced at Duofu.
He was being told to behave himself and not to stare at him so intently when he was checking his homework. People who didn't know better might think that his little tyrant also liked having his homework checked.
Duofu quickly nodded his little head, shifting his gaze from him to the chubby little boy who was frowning and scratching his cheek.
The Fourth Prince followed Duofu's gaze and saw his second son, whose face was scrunched up like a bun, his small phoenix eyes filled with anxiety, looking like the sky was about to fall.
The Fourth Prince coughed twice in displeasure at him. The chubby boy seemed to realize something and immediately calmed himself down. His chubby face relaxed, and he picked up his schoolwork seriously, ready to be checked at any time.
The anxiety in her small, almond-shaped eyes was impossible to hide, perhaps because she was too young to conceal her emotions in front of her father.
Duofu was absolutely amused by this scene. Seeing the chubby boy's face change instantly when he saw the Fourth Prince, just like a mouse seeing a cat, even though he was scared, he only dared to show it through his small eyes.
That chubby little face was so serious. I really don't know who taught him that. Was it the Fourth Prince himself who taught him, or his mother?
Duofu rolled around on the swing chair, knocking all the soft pillows off to the floor, but he didn't care, knowing someone would clean it up later.
Even as Duofu rolled around on the swing, his round, dark eyes never left the study window.
He had to look at the picture of a strict father disciplining his son.
Duofu felt that for his birthday this year, he should have a picture drawn like this, with himself in it, rolling around outside.
The Fourth Prince sat in his study with a blank expression, while his two sons worked diligently inside.
Especially the chubby boy, who was much more afraid than his older brother. Although his older brother was also afraid, it was not as obvious as his. Duofu could feel his chubby feet trembling from a distance.
Duofu's eyes involuntarily and furtively glanced at the Fourth Prince again.
This time, her gaze wasn't so open and blatant. Duofu controlled her large eyes and didn't let them linger on the Fourth Prince.
Most of his gaze was fixed on the chubby boy, with only a fleeting glance at the Fourth Prince.
Duofu felt that watching the father and son was much more interesting than catching grasshoppers and butterflies in the garden.
This is practically a real-life version of Cat and Mouse; the Fourth Prince is like that cold-blooded, ruthless orange cat.
The two younger sons looked like two big rats, one fat and one thin.
The fat mouse was especially frightened, while the thinner one was relatively calm.
It probably knows it has little meat and won't be targeted by the big orange cat.
Dofu decided that he must paint them, and he did so in color.
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