Prince Huai's Mansion.
The air looks very fresh after the rain.
Ye Xiaonian was leaning on the soft couch in the gazebo, his small face was fair and clean, extremely handsome, as if he and Ye Feibai were carved out of the same mold.
He was wearing gorgeous clothes, with a haughty and cold face on his face.
He looked very unhappy at the moment, his brows were tightened in displeasure, and his bright black eyes were staring at Lvhen.
Lu Hen brought over a plate of fruit with a smile: "Little Shizi, you are not made of iron, you should take a break, right?"
All these years, Green Mark has been taking care of this child, and she has taken good care of him.
He is still so young, as the heir of Duke Huai, he needs to learn a lot of things every day, practice calligraphy, learn rules, and also take time to practice martial arts and horseback riding with his master, Lu Hen feels very distressed.
Taking advantage of the rain today, Green Mark insisted on bringing him here to let him rest for a while.
Luhen thought that fortunately he had been taking care of Xiao Shizi personally, Xiao Shizi would not really be angry with him, otherwise he would have been dragged to beat him if he changed someone else.
Ye Xiaonian's cute little face turned serious, looking extremely serious. Under the fine eyelashes, his eyes were dark and bright, and he looked into the distance.
Dad scolded him when he left last time, saying that if he didn't study hard, he would be sorry for his mother.
Then who is his mother, where is she, and if he studies hard and becomes an excellent person, his mother will appear.
Luhen looked at Ye Xiaonian's frowning, and stretched out his hand to smooth his brows: "Little Prince, don't keep frowning."
Ye Xiaonian glanced at Luhen, her expression was unremarkable: "Do you know my mother?"
For a moment, Luhen didn't know how to answer him, the prince had specially instructed her not to mention the princess in front of Xiao Shizi, otherwise she would be sent away.
So for so many years, she took care of Xiao Shizi carefully, but never dared to mention the princess in front of him.
Ye Xiaonian asked again: "Do you know?"
Lu Hen pretended to smile relaxedly: "Why would Xiao Shizi suddenly ask this question?"
Ye Xiaonian said lightly: "Why does everyone have a mother, but I don't?"
Lu Hen looked at Ye Xiaonian's ignorant and incomprehensible eyes, his eyes turned red, he couldn't help but touched his fair face, and said quietly: "Of course Xiao Shizi has a mother, your mother is a very beautiful woman. What a great person."
"You know?" Ye Xiaonian's eyes lit up, and a corner of her icy face melted quietly, with a bit of warmth.
Lu Hen served Su Ying since she was a child, how could she not know her.
Ye Xiaonian saw Luhen's hesitation, and narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly: "Is it because father doesn't allow you to mention mother?"
Every time Ye Xiaonian asked his father about his mother, he refused to tell him.
"Tell me, I won't tell dad."
Luhen pondered for a while before whispering in his ear: "Do you know Xiangmanlou?"
"Yeah!" Ye Xiaonian nodded, "The restaurant opened by Fourth Uncle, the hot pot and barbecue are delicious."
"The way to eat hot pot and barbecue was invented by the princess, and your favorite orange juice, Xiao Shizi, was also prepared by the princess..."
"Really?" Ye Xiaonian's eyes were as bright as the vast starry sky, it turned out that his mother was so powerful.
"Yeah!" Green Mark nodded, "The glass cup you like to use is also invented by the princess."
Ye Xiaonian took his glass from the table, it was transparent and smooth, he liked it very much, and quickly realized: "But this glass is made by Yin Shu?"
"Yes." Lu Hen nodded, "The princess is Mr. Yinshu, she founded Yinshu and made it the largest store in Dongling."
Ye Xiaonian raised her eyebrows slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in her dark eyes. Although no one has ever seen the real face of Mr. Yinshu, this name is almost a household name in Dongling Country.
"Where is that mother now?"
Luhen's eyes turned red: "The princess will definitely come back."
Ye Xiaonian had a longing look on his face, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Ling Feng approaching from a distance, his brows were slightly frowned, and his father came back.
Ling Feng stood still outside the gazebo: "Little son, the prince is waiting for you in the study."
"I see." Ye Xiaonian's small face wrinkled into a ball, her heart seemed to be surrounded by haze.
Ye Feibai's cold face instantly appeared in his mind, and the brows that had just been loosened were tightly furrowed again.
When Ye Xiaonian went to the study, she saw Ye Feibai sitting on a chair and flipping through his copybooks.
It seemed that he hadn't seen him for a long time, his face was stranger and more indifferent than his impression.
Every time Ye Xiaonian saw Ye Feibai not talking, she was afraid of him from the bottom of her heart, and he stopped far away, refusing to walk over.
Ye Feibai caught a glimpse of that small figure from the corner of his eyes, and glanced at him coldly, his voice was a bit harsh: "What are you doing standing so far away, come here!"
Ye Xiaonian walked towards Ye Feibai with her calf, her feet seemed to be filled with lead.
He walked in front of Ye Feibai and saw him continue to flip through the copybook, as if he was reviewing the memorial seriously.
He had a small expectation in his heart. During the time when Ye Feibai was away, he worked hard to practice calligraphy, and the master praised him for his better writing.
Ye Feibai held the copybook in front of him, and said indifferently, "This handwriting is not good, this is not good, and this is not good..."
Ye Xiaonian's body stood up straight, with a bitter face, and a look of disappointment on her small face.
Ye Feibai stuffed the pen into his hand, and said two words from his beautiful thin lips: "Write it again, if you can't write well, you won't be allowed to eat."
Ye Xiaonian clenched her small hands secretly, a faint anger emerged in her heart.
"Rewrite." Seeing him motionless, Ye Feibai frowned slightly.
Ye Xiaonian finally obediently finished on the chair, picked up the brush, and started all over again.
Ye Feibai was sitting on the side, staring at him closely, speaking from time to time, with a serious voice: "This is not well written...rewrite."
Ye Feibai said over and over again to rewrite, Ye Xiaonian bit her lower lip lightly, tears of forbearance welled up in her eyes.
Ye Xiaonian rewrote the "big" nearly sixty times and finally got Ye Feibai's "it's okay". Stop eating.
Ye Xiaonian was going to write the word "Mother" next, he didn't want to talk at first, but he still couldn't help asking: "Father, where is my mother?"
Ye Feibai's breathing was slightly stagnant, and then a sharp flash of eyes flashed: "Who taught you?"
Ye Xiaonian seemed to be frightened by Ye Feibai, his eyes were like stars, pure and innocent: "The emperor's grandmother called Nian'er into the palace the day before yesterday, she said that Nian'er is a motherless child, very pitiful."
Ye Feibai's eyes sank, and his voice was dry: "Nonsense!"