"What are you doing here?" The Thirteenth Prince's face darkened and his attitude turned hostile when he saw the familiar figure.
Yunying sensed something was wrong and quickly replied with a smile, "Reporting to the Thirteenth Prince, it was the Princess Consort who asked me to bring Princess Zhaojia out for a stroll."
The Thirteenth Prince's expression softened slightly, but he was still displeased. However, when his gaze fell on her now-healed foot, a hint of unease flashed across his face, and he asked in a low voice, "Your foot is healed?"
He Yue blinked, a little unaccustomed to the situation, but still obediently replied, "Thank you for your concern, Thirteenth Master. I'm all better now."
"Hmph, who cares about you? Stop trying to flatter yourself." The Thirteenth Prince regained his impatience. Although he found the obedient girl in front of him to be quite different from before, and therefore not so annoying, he was still indignant when he remembered how she had rudely chased him away that day, and he couldn't control his words.
From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever dared to speak to me like that. She was the first, it was absolutely despicable! Unforgivable!
He Yue was secretly annoyed, but considering that he was a guest, she didn't argue with him and remained silent.
"Are you mute? Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing that she ignored him and was no longer as aggressive as she had been a few days ago, but instead acted humbly, the Thirteenth Prince felt a surge of anger and his tone became increasingly stern.
He Yue's temper flared up as well. Who did you think you were, Thirteenth Master? Why were you yelling at her like that? Although she had promised to be obedient, she wasn't going to swallow her anger when someone bullied her.
She raised her eyes, her fists clenched, her gaze fiery, filled with anger: "What does the Thirteenth Prince want me to say? An apology to the Thirteenth Prince? Or kneeling and kowtowing to the Thirteenth Prince? Or does the Thirteenth Prince want to hear me say some nice things to satisfy your vanity? Let me tell you the truth, I came here today to thank the Fourth Prince's wife, but that doesn't mean I'm going to endure your humiliation. No matter what grudges we have, I've already repaid enough last time. Perhaps the Thirteenth Prince wants to see me get hurt again to feel better?"
Faced with her aggressive questioning and seeing her angry little face, the Thirteenth Prince was speechless for a moment. He felt a little guilty, but more than that, he was furious. He pointed at her and stammered for a while before blurting out, "You're so young, yet you're so sharp-tongued. It's really annoying. You said you came to thank your fourth sister-in-law, and this is how you thank her? I am the dignified Thirteenth Prince. It's one thing if you don't say anything nice, but you dare to talk back to me. Even with your fourth sister-in-law protecting you, how long do you think you can be so arrogant?"
"The Thirteenth Prince isn't much better. In the end, isn't it just that he's still upset that I offended him in the past? How can a prince like you be so petty and bully a weak woman? And you still think you're right? Or is the Thirteenth Prince unwilling to accept being beaten last time and wants to do it again? Then I'll grant the Thirteenth Prince's wish. Let's have another round and see who's the better fighter. The loser will apologize!"
The Thirteenth Prince was so angry he couldn't speak. When He Yue finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the painful experience of that day. He took a step back and his face turned slightly pale, as if he felt the pain of that day again.
However, his retreat only made him appear less imposing, and he was secretly annoyed. He was unwilling to admit defeat to a little girl, but he couldn't think of anything to say in response. In desperation, he raised his hand and swung it at her face.
Yunying, who was standing to the side, was already so frightened that she forgot to react. Just as she was about to stop them from arguing more and more fiercely, she saw the Thirteenth Prince raise his hand and exclaimed, "Thirteenth Prince, no!"
Before the Thirteenth Prince's hand could land, a clear, authoritative voice, tinged with anger, suddenly rang in his ears: "What are you doing?"
The air seemed to stand still, even the wind stopped. Yunying was covered in cold sweat, her breath caught in her chest for a long time. When she saw that the Thirteenth Master's hand had stopped in mid-air because of the person who had suddenly appeared, she suddenly relaxed, patted her chest, and felt relieved for Heyue. But when she looked at the figure striding towards her, her face turned even paler. She lowered her head and trembled.
The thirteenth prince, seeing the person who suddenly appeared, stammered, "Fourth...Fourth Brother." Meeting the fourth brother's cold and sharp eyes, the thirteenth prince lowered his eyes guiltily, biting his lip, feeling extremely annoyed.
At this moment, Heyue, who had just spoken out against the Thirteenth Prince, saw her savior appear out of nowhere. In an instant, her eyes reddened, and she was on the verge of tears. She ran behind the Fourth Prince, grabbed his hem tightly, stole a glance at the Thirteenth Prince, raised her watery eyes to look at the Fourth Prince, pointed a finger at the Thirteenth Prince, and accused him in a wronged tone: "He...he hit me."
Thirteenth Prince: ? ? ?
Fourth Prince: ...
Yunying: ...
The Thirteenth Prince nearly coughed up blood, wanting to scold her for turning the tables, but he only managed to utter "you" before being glared at fiercely by the Fourth Prince's dark eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head unwillingly.
Yunying's mouth formed an "O" shape, and she didn't react for a moment. This Princess Zhaojia was so bold that she dared to complain to her master, and even complain to the Thirteenth Prince.
After a moment of astonishment, the Fourth Prince looked down at the pitiful little girl in front of him. Her clean, fair face and bright, watery eyes were quite endearing. Her little hands were tightly gripping his sleeve, and her pink lips were slightly pouting, making her look like a pitiful girl who had suffered a great injustice.
She pursed her lips tightly, looking at the little girl's dependent expression, and the displeasure in her heart vanished. She raised her eyes and glared at the Thirteenth Prince, coldly saying, "You've become more and more capable, even learning to bully the weak. How have I been teaching you all this time?"
The Thirteenth Prince bit his lip in shame, feeling extremely unwilling, but he also knew that he had gone too far just now. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened if he had actually hit him.
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