After the Fourth Prince's wife returned to the inner quarters, night fell. The Fourth Prince returned from the palace and had his meal in the main courtyard of the inner quarters. After tea was served, the Fourth Prince's wife brought up the events of the day.
"My lord, today I met the wife of the Vice Minister of War, Lady Irgen Gioro, and her two daughters. They are indeed two adorable children."
The Fourth Prince frowned but remained silent. His wife smiled and recounted the events of the day, including Heyue's demand for the Thirteenth Prince to apologize. Finally, she praised him, saying, "Although young, he has commendable courage, which is truly rare."
The Fourth Prince slammed the teacup down on the table, his face displeased: "At such a young age, she is so unruly, completely lacking the manners and etiquette of a lady from a respectable family. Even the upbringing of the Marhan family is nothing more than this, yet you still praise her so highly."
Faced with the Fourth Prince's anger, the Fourth Princess Consort was not worried. She smiled slightly and gently advised, "Why should you be angry, Your Highness? It's just a misunderstanding between children. Although Heyue was a bit heavy-handed, she is a rare person with a genuine personality. Moreover, a girl's reputation is more important than anything else. Her reaction is reasonable. The Thirteenth Prince is not wronged."
However, although the thirteenth brother is a bit soft-hearted, he is quite skilled. For him to be beaten so badly by a girl even younger than him, it seems that girl is no ordinary person.
The Fourth Prince's wife found it amusing; it was rare to see her thirteenth brother beaten up like this by a girl. She was quite curious about the seemingly delicate girl.
The Fourth Prince was well aware of his Thirteenth Brother's skills. Anyone who could defeat the Thirteenth Brother was no ordinary person. After hearing his wife's words, although he was still angry, he also felt a bit more admiration for the girl he had never seen before.
The Fourth Prince's wife wasn't wrong. Although Heyue had transmigrated and borrowed a child's body, she still remembered her skills from her previous life. From childhood to adulthood, Heyue had always been a skilled fighter. When she was in school, she encountered some thugs, but she beat them all until they couldn't take care of themselves. None of the classmates who bullied her because she had no parents got away with it. The title of Little Tyrant was not earned for nothing.
If it weren't for her sister's prominent family background and constant protection, she probably would have been expelled from school long ago.
Although she could not be as agile as in her previous life, her skills were cunning and unpredictable, leaving the Thirteenth Prince with no time to defend himself. Once she suppressed him, he was completely unable to move and thus unable to fight back.
"Thirteenth Brother is still upset right now. After all, it's not something to be proud of. When you have time, please try to comfort him so he doesn't hold a grudge." Fourth Princess Consort was still a little worried about the Thirteenth Prince.
“If he only has this much magnanimity, he deserves this beating. This incident will teach him a lesson so he won’t be instigated by others and cause any more trouble.” As he said this, the Fourth Prince became even angrier.
“Thirteenth Brother is young and inevitably makes mistakes. I think he will be more cautious after this incident. But what do you think of Ninth Uncle and Tenth Uncle?”
"What else can we do? With those two troublemakers making trouble, this matter probably can't be kept from Father Emperor. He'll definitely get a scolding. Keep Thirteenth Brother locked up in the manor for the next few days so he can study hard and reflect on his mistakes. I will report to Father Emperor myself." A hint of gloom flashed across Fourth Prince's face, clearly showing that he hated the two culprits.
The Fourth Princess Consort agreed, sighed softly, and said no more.
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Heyue and Yanyue copied the Women's Precepts all night. Yanyue was alright; she was strong and only her legs were sore and stiff after kneeling for half the night. Heyue, however, was weak to begin with and collapsed in the middle of the night, falling into a coma.
Yan Yue immediately called for someone to take He Yue back to her room and sent someone to find a doctor.
Marhan and Irgen Gioro rushed over from the main courtyard upon receiving the news. As soon as they entered, they saw Yan Yue's eyes red from crying.
"Father, Mother, Seventh Sister, she..."
Despite her anger, seeing the young girl unconscious and Yan Yue's heartbroken state, all that remained was heartache. Irgen Gioro gently patted Yan Yue's hand, sighed, and softly comforted her, "Sixth Sister, don't be afraid. Seventh Sister will be alright." Then she looked at He Yue, who was still unconscious on the bed, and touched her forehead. Her expression changed drastically in shock: "Why is she so hot? Why isn't the doctor here yet?"
At this moment, Yiergenjueluo's voice trembled, and he deeply regretted that the punishment was too severe.
Marhan pressed down on Irgen Gioro's shoulder, his face also full of heartache: "Madam, don't worry. Xiao Qi was unharmed last time, and he will surely be able to turn danger into safety this time as well."
“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on her. She’s always been weak. She almost died from heatstroke a few days ago. And yet I made her kneel for so long. How could she bear such punishment?” Yiergenjueluo covered her mouth, and the usually strong and resolute woman was now sobbing uncontrollably.
Marhan embraced his wife and gently comforted her, "How can you blame yourself? You love Xiaoqi the most, how could you bear to see her suffer? This time you were only doing it for Xiaoqi's own good, she will understand your heart, so don't be sad anymore, lest Xiaoqi wakes up and feels heartbroken again."
Marhan had already heard from his wife last night that their daughter had a quarrel with the Thirteenth Prince and had offended him with her words. She was summoned by the Fourth Prince's wife yesterday and did not know that the Thirteenth Prince had been beaten. Although he felt that his wife was too strict with their youngest daughter, he could not bear to see his wife sad.
Heyue's fever was high this time, even more so than when she was unconscious last time. She heard her mother crying and tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't.
She saw her sister being hit by a truck and her whole body flying through the air. Drunk, she sat in front of her sister's tombstone, vowing to avenge her and never let that scumbag get away with it.
She went to her sister again and told her that the scumbag had gotten his comeuppance. He had lost the job he had been so eager to work for, and his so-called wife had kicked him out of the house and severed all ties with him with a divorce agreement.
When she took that scumbag to a secluded place and beat him up, listening to him beg for mercy and repent, she felt relieved, but not happy.
Even if the scumbag boyfriend is down on his luck, she won't be happy if her sister is gone.
He Yue suddenly opened her eyes and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar room, realizing that she had dreamt of the past again.
She took a few breaths, feeling extremely dizzy and lightheaded. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, feeling a little better. Raising her small hand, she saw the faint red line, pursed her lips, and silently prayed: "Sister, where are you? I will definitely find you."
Turning her head slightly, Heyue saw her mother, Irgen Gioro, sitting by the bedside, resting with her eyes closed, one hand supporting her head.
She carefully sat up, making sure not to wake her mother, picked up a thin blanket, and carefully covered her mother with it.
Irgen Gioro suddenly opened her eyes and saw Heyue staring at her with wide eyes. A huge weight lifted from her heart, and she hugged Heyue tightly, crying tears of joy: "Little Seven, you scared your mother to death."
Heyue reached out her little hands and hugged her mother: "Mother, Xiaoqi is fine, why don't you go and rest?" Her voice was still weak, but soft and full of dependence. Having lost it before, she cherished the family affection she had now.
"How can your mother sleep when she's worried about you? You little rascal, you're such a worry! What am I going to do with you?" Towards the end, her words carried a hint of reproach, but not much blame.
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