Chapter 12: Not growing taller but gaining weight
"Fatty, wake up, Fatty..."
Ye Qianning woke up slowly after hearing the cry, raised his hands to rub his blurry eyes, and murmured, "Fourth Aunt."
"Don't sleep anymore, get up quickly, the princess wants to see you." The fourth wife woke her up.
"kindness."
Ye Qianning sat up and yawned, looking like he had not woken up yet.
"You've been sleeping too much these days. Are you feeling unwell?" The fourth grandmother touched her forehead, then touched her own forehead and said, "No fever."
"Don't worry, sleeping more means I'm growing." Ye Qianning said softly.
The fourth wife laughed when she heard this: "It's just that he's gained weight."
"More meat is a blessing." Ye Qianning was also surprised. The six-year-old baby was a little too fat, just like a meat ball.
Nanyuan has been traveling to Beili for more than a year, and has to travel almost every day, so she should be skinny. However, she is in good health and gets fatter the more she exercises.
"Yes, yes, it is a blessing. We Fatty are blessed."
Ever since the little princess's rash has improved, Fourth Granny has been happier day by day.
Ye Qianning had packed up and the maid was already waiting at the door.
"Isn't Fourth Auntie going?" she asked, looking up.
"The little princess was clamoring to play with you, so the princess asked me to come and find you." said the maid.
Ye Qianning nodded.
These days she went to see the little princess every day. The little girl was soft and cute. She was not a person who liked children, but she liked the little princess Nanxiang a little more because she was pretty and sensible.
The maid led her out of the yard. Ye Qianning's residence was some distance away from the little princess's yard. The garden was just around the corner.
It is spring now, and the flowers in the palace garden are in bud, emitting bursts of fragrance.
"Eighth brother, how about we make a bet?"
"Guess whether this flower is red or pink. If you guess right, you can take any item from my palace. If you guess wrong, how about you crawl under my crotch?"
Ye Qianning saw a group of children bustling about from afar. The boy leading the group was about eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and wore a jade crown on his head. He was quite good-looking, but a cunning and complacent look on his face greatly reduced his appearance.
At this time, the boy was blocking another boy. The boy had his back to her, and his back looked a little thin. His little hands were placed behind his back maturely. It was obvious that he didn't want to pay any attention to the other boy, and he was about to leave.
"Hey? He wants to leave. Stop him."
As the boy's voice fell, several other boys surrounded him.
The boy in brocade clothes bent down and plucked a flower, then continued to ask, "Do you think this is red or pink?"
The boy opposite him remained silent.
Ye Qianning looked at the flowers in the boy's hand and frowned slightly.
Red? Or pink? Why?
The flower in the boy's hand was neither red nor pink, but a purple iris.
"Sister Cui'er, isn't the flower in his hand purple?" Ye Qianning raised his hand and pulled the maid's hand, asking in confusion.
The maid Cui'er had already noticed what was happening over there. When she heard the question, she raised her hand and covered Ye Qianning's mouth: "Shh, don't talk."
Ye Qianning's eyes were full of confusion.
"The eighth prince has an eye disease and cannot distinguish colors since childhood. Let's go quickly. If we are discovered, we might be skinned alive." Cui'er let go of her hand and whispered in her ear.
Can't tell colors?
Ye Qianning was a little surprised. She couldn't see the expression of the boy with his back to her, but his thin figure made people feel a little pity.
(End of this chapter)
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