Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao understood what was going on.
Her argument with Lin Xuan in the academy was overheard and reported to the Ninth Prince in detail...
Unexpectedly, she was accompanied by secret guards?
While Yuan Yao was stunned, Lin Xuan suddenly went berserk, his eyes red, and tried to break free of his restraints, lunging at the Ninth Prince.
He was restrained by the guards before he could get close.
The Ninth Prince gently waved his jade fan, bowed to him, and asked with a smirk, "What? You think you can kill me?"
Lin Xuan struggled with a "whimpering" sound.
"Tch..." The Ninth Prince put away his jade fan and patted his face with the handle: "Young Marquis of Dingjun Mansion, listen to me carefully. I owed the old Marquis a favor back then, which is why I allowed your Dingjun Mansion to survive to this day."
Neither you nor your father should harbor any improper thoughts. Before speaking or acting, consider the hundreds of people in your household; otherwise, the fish in the moat probably won't mind having another meal.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan suddenly stopped.
Yuan Yao glanced at him casually and saw that even Xie Zhi's face looked very ugly.
Again?
Could it be that before the Nine Thousand Years Old, he had killed someone and dumped them into the moat?
This is way too bloody and brutal!
For no apparent reason, Yuan Yao felt a chill and nausea.
At this moment, Xie Zhi's face paled slightly, and he cupped his hands to the Ninth Prince, saying, "My mother is still waiting for me to eat, so I'll go home first."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The Ninth Prince glanced at Xie Zhi's retreating figure and said to the guards, "Send Young Master Lin back to the Marquis of Dingjun's residence. Send someone to convey a message to the Marquis of Dingjun: if the Marquis cannot manage his son, I will not hesitate to discipline him, especially the young Marquis's mouth."
The guards obeyed and carried Lin Xuan away.
After everyone had left, Yuan Yao looked up and obediently said, "Father, today, I had a little argument with the teacher..."
Since she has bodyguards by her side, the Ninth Prince must know everything she does.
Rather than being asked, she might as well confess.
The Ninth Prince was not surprised to hear this, and said, "Whatever my little Yao'er says is right. If the teacher is not good, Father will change the teacher for you."
Should we change teachers?
That teacher was rigid and inflexible.
Furthermore, just judging from the fact that he dared to punish Yun Chan, he must have some kind of powerful backing...
She really didn't like this kind of teacher who was prone to bullying others and treating people differently based on their status.
Yuan Yao thought for a moment and said to the Ninth Prince, "Father, you can just transfer the teacher to another class. Although he is old-fashioned, anyone who can stay in the National Academy as a teacher must be capable."
At that age, the Master must have elderly parents and young children to support. If he were dismissed, it would probably drive him to despair.
At that time, the reputation of the Ninth Prince will be further tarnished.
Although he didn't have a good reputation to begin with...
Yuan Yao pondered, "The Ninth Prince wields immense power and is also a eunuch. There must be countless people who dislike him."
She had lived in modern times for over twenty years. Although she hadn't studied history well, she knew that throughout history, no powerful eunuch like her father had ever had a good ending!
If her father met a bad end, how good could her fate be?
She's only three years old; she can't do much yet.
All she can do now is help the Ninth Prince accumulate hatred points and try to curry favor with powerful figures around her, so that even if something happens in the future, someone will be willing to stand up for her...
For a moment, Yuan Yao was thinking about many things.
Opposite him, the Ninth Prince's expression was cold and aloof.
He seemed to be looking at another person through Yuan Yao's eyes.
“Father.” Yuan Yao reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the Ninth Prince.
When the Ninth Prince came to his senses, he suddenly chuckled softly, his voice gentle and feminine: "You little dumpling, you're quite the clever one, you've got a bit of your mother in you."
"My mother?"
This was the first time Yuan Yao had heard the Ninth Prince mention her mother in this body.
She asked curiously, "Father, do I have a mother?"
The Ninth Prince bent down and pinched her chubby little face: "I am both your father and your mother."
After he finished speaking, Yuan Yao was lifted high.
Yuan Yao: "???"
Is this even possible?
The more the Ninth Prince concealed it, the more curious she became about the mother of this body.
Because of her overwhelming curiosity, Yuan Yao had difficulty falling asleep at night.
As she turned over for the nth time, a large hand pressed her down: "Don't move, there's a draft, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Father, I can't sleep." Yuan Yao turned over and sat up.
Outside the sleeping quarters, a crescent moon hung in the sky.
Inside the hall, the candlelight flickered dimly.
The Ninth Prince, turned to the side with his eyes closed, and lazily asked, "What's wrong?"
Yuan Yao sighed, "Daddy, when will my cow arrive?"
At this moment, if she drinks a glass of warm milk, she will definitely not have any thoughts and will fall asleep immediately.
The Ninth Prince slowly opened his eyes and said lazily, "It'll be soon."
Soon?
Yuan Yao immediately deflated.
It was so troublesome in ancient times; even getting a drink of milk wasn't easy!
Moreover, the Ninth Prince, citing her young age, wouldn't let her eat this or taste that.
Every day, a whole bunch of delicious food is laid out in front of her, but she can only drink rice porridge and meat soup; everything she eats is a liquid that digests very quickly…
That's terrible!
Seeing that Yuan Yao's little face was full of displeasure, the Ninth Prince chuckled, raised his hand to straighten his loose clothes, and asked, "Is my little dumpling hungry?"
Yuan Yao patted her lower belly: "Actually... I'm not that hungry."
The Ninth Prince immediately stood up, his clothes loosened, and his feet bare, and was about to call for someone outside the palace.
However, before he could speak, someone knocked on the palace door.
"Knock knock!"
The Ninth Prince frowned: "What is it?"
Danqing's voice rang out from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, news has come from Chaoxi Palace that the young prince is seriously ill and cannot be fed any medicine. They request Your Majesty to go and see him."
"Chaoxi Palace?" The Ninth Prince frowned even more deeply.
On the bed, Yuan Yao got up and asked, "Who lives in Chaoxi Palace?"
Outside the door, Danqing paused for a moment: "The young prince of Xiqiu Kingdom."
Xiqiu Kingdom?
Yuan Yao suddenly realized.
Yes, this time, in addition to Yun Chan from the State of Chu, there is also a young prince from the State of Xiqiu among the students admitted to the National Academy.
It is said that the young prince did not attend the entrance ceremony because he fell ill due to the change in environment.
Yesterday, the young prince also took sick leave...
These princes from neighboring countries are all so weak.
She thought it was one thing for Yun Chan to be sickly, but she never expected that the little prince of Xiqiu Kingdom was on the verge of death!
Yuan Yao tugged at the sleeve of the Ninth Prince: "Father, do you want to go and take a look?"
To everyone's surprise, the Ninth Prince waved his sleeve and sat back down on the edge of the bed: "I'm not going."
Not going?
Danqing asked from outside the door, "Your Highness, this servant sent someone to check on him this evening. The young prince is indeed seriously ill. If he cannot hold on, he may die."
The Ninth Prince said with a gloomy face: "Let him die. The death of a little prince will not destroy the Western Hill Kingdom."
His tone was sinister and ruthless.
Yuan Yao, wrapped in the blanket, felt the cold and couldn't help but shiver.
Suddenly, she was lifted up.
The Ninth Prince's expression darkened, and his voice became even more shrill: "Little Yao'er, Father will take you to see your nemesis."
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