Just as Qin Jingmu's face remained dark, someone knocked on the door.
"Your Highness, are you there?"
Although Qin Jingmu wasn't in a good mood, since it was Cuiyun who spoke, he adopted a polite tone and let her in.
"Aunt Cuiyun, is there something you need?"
"Your Highness, Her Majesty requests that you and the Third Prince come to the main hall together."
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."
"This servant takes her leave."
Cuiyun withdrew, and Qin Jingtai, clutching Qin Jingmu's arm, wailed.
"Oh no, I'm going to be punished by my mother again."
"Brother, what should we do?"
Qin Jingmu ignored Qin Jingtai, who continued to shake Qin Jingmu vigorously.
"Let's go see Mother."
Qin Jingtai followed along, utterly despondent.
"Brother, do you think Mother will punish us?"
Qin Jingmu was speechless at Qin Jingtai's words and didn't want to pay any attention to his idiotic younger brother.
In the past two years, every time we left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, our mother didn't punish us.
I hope Mother will punish me lightly. Being hung from a tree all afternoon... I shouldn't have trusted Qin Jingtai's foolish methods.
"Greetings/I have met with my mother."
Yang Jiaojiao didn't ask the two to get up, but instead sat above them and watched them.
"vomit--"
When Yang Jiaojiao saw her two sons, she remembered what had happened in the yard earlier.
Even though they were clean now, Yang Jiaojiao still remembered the "poop" on their bodies, faces, and hair.
The two people kneeling on the ground gagged when they saw their mother look at them; their faces were a truly colorful mix.
Why do other people's mothers love their children so much, while our mothers dislike them?
Yang Jiaojiao calmed herself down, looked at the two of them, but remained silent for a long time.
Qin Jingmu and Qin Jingtai watched without speaking, while their mother, who was only drinking tea, became even more flustered.
Qin Jingtai finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Mother... Mother, I wonder why you summoned my brother and me so late?"
"Mother? Mother?"
Yang Jiaojiao did not answer Qin Jingtai's question.
Qin Jingmu watched as his mother remained silent and unresponsive, wondering what she was trying to do.
"Mother, if there's nothing else, Jingtai and I will head back now."
Qin Jingmu pretended to get up, but before he could stand up, he heard a sound of something being slammed on the table.
Wasn't it taken by Yang Jiaojiao?
"Kneel down"
Qin Jingmu knelt down again, looking at his mother above him.
"What are you two brats doing?"
Qin Jingtai answered first, "My brother and I went to find Commander Zou Heng to become his disciples."
"Jing Mu, you speak."
When Qin Jingmu heard his mother ask him, he knew that his mother probably already knew everything.
"Mother, Jingtai and I did indeed want to become disciples, but we used the wrong method."
"It's just that I upset Commander Zou."
Listen to this! The second son truly lives up to his name, turning the deliberate act of throwing potatoes and sweet potatoes towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation into a misuse of method.
I have to say, this son is much smarter than my younger son; my younger son is practically an idiot.
My feeling is that maybe I hit his head when I was pregnant with him, which is why there's a hole in his head now.
It can't be moved; if it is, it will all turn into mush.
Qin Jingtai: Mother, you're taking advantage of the fact that I can't hear your thoughts. Mother, is this how you behave?
"It's clear they used the wrong method."
"Your wrong method is what they call throwing potatoes and sweet potatoes into the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"
"That's a great idea! Jing Mu, I didn't expect you to be so clever!"
Qin Jingmu naturally heard the sarcasm in his mother's tone. But!!!
Qin Jingtai didn't realize it and even tried to take the credit, even though he was the one who originally came up with the method.
"Mother, Mother!"
"If it wasn't my elder brother's idea, then such a good solution should naturally be devised by your son."
"My elder brother is quite foolish; he didn't even think of that."
"That's a really 'good idea'," Qin Jingmu thought, not wanting to look at Qin Jingtai any longer, so he turned his head away.
If you're going to admit it, then admit it. Why are you dragging me along? You can't just pull me around like that!
Yang Jiaojiao never expected that her silly son would admit it.
"Good, very good."
"You two don't need to sleep anymore, go stand in the yard and do horse stance."
The two of them obediently walked into the courtyard.
The two already knew about the horse stance punishment, since their mother always only gave the same punishment.
What the two of them didn't expect was that this time, the horse stance was even more perverse.
A bowl of water was placed on each of their heads and shoulders.
A flowerpot was placed in each of their hands.
Sandbags were tied to his thighs, and a stick was inserted under his buttocks.
This is a style that doesn't allow itself to be lazy at all!
"Your Highnesses, Her Majesty said that if anything falls, it won't be as simple as just squatting in a horse stance."
"Aunt Cuiyun, what is that?"
Qin Jingtai wanted to know which of the two was easier.
"Your Highness, it's probably just squatting in a horse stance with your toes on a stool."
Qin Jingtai shook his head. "Forget it," he said, "let's just leave it as it is. It's only three hours; I can manage that."
Cuiyun returned to her bedchamber. "Your Majesty has everything ready."
"Cuiyun, how was it? Was I scary enough? Did I act well?"
"Like, Your Majesty"
"That's fine then. In a couple of days, you'll come with me to the General's Mansion to plead your case."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Cuiyun knew the Empress's method and secretly chuckled.
Two hours later, Cuiyun removed the bowls, flowerpots, and sandbags from the two men's bodies.
The two of them suddenly sat down on the ground, their legs and arms trembling uncontrollably.
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