Duofu felt that the Fourth Prince's hand was a bit rough, so he pried it open and saw that it had calluses, probably caused by writing and drawing a bow.
Duofu looked at his chubby hands and didn't see a single callus.
Duofu was annoyed that the cut hurt his hand, so he pulled his hand away and wouldn't let him touch it.
Hmph.
Duofu continued to struggle with the roast duck in front of him, not caring about the greasiness, he reached out and picked up the duck leg, took a big bite, and kept staring at the Fourth Prince, as if he wanted to eat him with his rice.
The Fourth Prince showed no annoyance; in fact, he was in a good mood and picked up a piece of roast duck, eating it slowly and deliberately.
"The roast duck tastes really good today. It's refreshing and crispy, and not greasy at all. Su Peisheng, please appreciate the kitchen."
Su Peisheng was suddenly called upon, and before his mind could process it, he had already responded.
When she realized that it wasn't about her, but about rewarding the kitchen, her previously uneasy heart relaxed a little.
I don't know if the roast duck was really good today, or if the master was just in a really good mood.
Not only did I just learn that my little master doesn't dislike men, but he also praised me for being good-looking. Doesn't that mean that my master's appearance perfectly matches my little master's aesthetic standards?
My little darling was so clueless just now, staring blankly at such a face, he really has no worldly experience.
The princes in the palace were not particularly handsome, and the best-looking ones were the Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince, especially the Ninth Prince, who had feminine features and a beautiful face, even more beautiful than Consort Yi.
His master was at most an average person, and that was with Su Peisheng's biased perspective.
Su Peisheng looked at the little ancestor beside him. Even the little ancestor himself was several times better looking than his master.
Her eyebrows were like ink paintings, her face like peach petals, and her eyes like autumn waves. Her eyes were as clear as crystal immersed in water, yet the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, making her appear pure and innocent. A single glance from her pure pupils was enough to leave an unforgettable impression.
My little master is just like a traditional Chinese ink painting, with a natural and elegant charm.
Su Peisheng glanced at his master casually. His face was smooth, his nose was high and straight, and he had a pair of phoenix eyes that resembled the emperor's. Most importantly, he had thin lips that were as pale as water.
Su Peisheng had forgotten where he heard it, but it was generally said that people with thin lips were cold-hearted.
Su Peisheng felt that his master was the kind of person who was cold-hearted. No woman in the backyard could truly capture his master's heart. Even the current eldest son's wife was treated with mere politeness by his master, without any extra warmth.
Not to mention those of lower rank, it was as if he were performing official duties; entering the backyard was also an official duty for their master.
Especially in the past few years, His Majesty privately asked his master why there were still no children in the harem after so long, but he did not like any of the women. Then His Majesty waved his hand and brought back four more.
Since then, the master has visited the inner courtyard twice as often, until several princesses were born, at which point the master resumed his previous indifference towards the empress.
It seems like my master hasn't been to the backyard for several months now.
If Su Peisheng hadn't been serving the Fourth Prince every day and knew that his master was in good health, he would have secretly asked the imperial physician to examine his master's body.
Is something not working properly?
Su Peisheng was initially quite pleased, as his master was neither cold nor indifferent to the women in the inner quarters, showing no particular favor to any of them, and the inner quarters were peaceful and undisturbed.
Unlike the Eighth Prince's mansion next door, where news could be heard every few days—either this princess was pregnant and fell, or that princess was arrogant and disrespectful, with plenty of dirty deeds going on.
Now they know that their master is hiding a big one. Judging from his current trend, he seems to want to remain chaste for the sake of his little darling.
Even the Crown Prince couldn't do that. Although he liked men, the princesses in his harem were getting pregnant day by day, so he didn't dare to favor any one of them.
If His Majesty found out, would his little darling even have a chance of survival?
Su Peisheng felt he had to advise his master privately, not only for the sake of his young master, but also for his own life.
He knew that last time, all the servants around the Crown Prince were beaten with sticks, and almost the entire palace was replaced. Even the personal eunuch was not spared. Although he was not beaten to death, he was bedridden for more than half a year and almost did not survive.
Su Peisheng didn't think his master had the same influence as the Crown Prince. If this kind of thing came to light, he, as the personal eunuch, would definitely lose his life, and he would have to beg to be punished.
The three of them had different thoughts during dinner, with Su Peisheng's feelings being particularly complicated, as he both wanted to and didn't want to.
If the little darling really falls in love with her master, it would be a mutual agreement, and there would be security in the future.
Even if the master is heartless, he can't do anything to the master who raised him from childhood. He will definitely live peacefully to the end.
However, Su Peisheng still wanted his young master to get married and have children. His master had no worries, so why should his young master, who was so young, get involved in this mess?
In this way, they could live well under the protection of their master, without any emotional or financial entanglements, and could still live happily until old age, without the troubles of the inner court or the life-or-death threat of the emperor.
Su Peisheng, the bystander, was even more nervous than the two people involved, wishing his master would quickly repent and not go astray again.
If he really likes men, he can go outside and find a few good-looking ones to bring back and raise. Why does he have to leech off his little darling like a cabbage?
We can't just let them go to waste, having raised them with such care since they were little.
After Duofu finished eating, he lay down on the rocking chair without thinking and started humming and whimpering.
After rinsing his mouth, the Fourth Prince wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and washed his hands. Then he sat down next to the rocking chair, stretched out his right hand with distinct knuckles, and began to massage the little prince's belly.
Su Peisheng simply couldn't bear to watch; he could understand it when he was younger.
He couldn't understand Su Peisheng at all now.
This little devil is really putting meat right into the wolf's mouth. Does he think the wolf won't bite?
It's so stupid it's unbearable to watch.
He's such a grown man, yet he still needs his master to help him digest his food. He should go out more often. In Su Peisheng's eyes, it's unbelievable that anyone in the palace his age still has some baby fat on their face.
Su Peisheng decided to think less, observe less, and speak less.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't change his master's mind, nor could he change this little rascal's laziness.
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