âDid you want me to take off my clothes so you can wipe your face?â
The little fatty with snot all over his face tipped his chin up proudly. âThatâs right! And you two! How dare servants like you address yourselves as âmeâ in front of the royal prince? You should be calling yourselves âhumble servantsâ!â
âOh,â Feng Ruqing answered calmly.
All of a sudden, a vine abruptly appeared around the little fattyâs legs, and before the boy could react, he was dangling from the vine in midair.
Slap!
The vine whipped the little fattyâs buttâeach whip causing the little boy to scream out in pain at the top of his lungsâ top.
Feng Lianqing was speechless. He looked at the little fatty who was being dangled and whipped, then turned to look at Feng Ruqing, who was still smiling. Suddenly, he felt like taking back his words...
âTolerance? Hah! If a person who seeks revenge for trivial matters like this is considered to have tolerance, there wouldnât be a single petty person left in this world!â
On the other hand, the little fatty kept struggling as he yelled out in rage, âHow dare a lowly servant like you hit me...â
Slap!
The vine whipped him again, making the boy swallow his words as he cried out in pain.
âI will never be calculative toward a child.â The young girl smiled. âIf a wild child misbehaves, just whip him. Why should we be calculative toward him?â
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Feng Lianqing and the group finally regained their senses and wanted to save the little prince. However, Nan Xian suddenly appeared in front of them with a cold expression.
âQingâer doesnât need help with teaching someone a lesson.â
Feng Lianqing was speechless.
âWhat do you mean by not needing help to teach someone a lesson? Just how did you assume that we were going to help Feng Ruqing? But...â
Feng Lianqingâs gaze shifted briefly.
âThis wild child has always been so arrogant. It wouldnât hurt for him to be taught a little lesson, right? Why donât... I just pretend that I canât beat this man? When His Highness asks about it, Iâm sure Master will be on my side. After all, this isnât my fault, and Iâm not the one hitting him. It was the wild child who provoked others first. If I canât beat this man, what can I do to help?â
So...
When Feng Lianqing got closer to Nan Xian, Nan Xian lifted his hand only to see Feng Lianqing sticking out his chest and colliding into his hand...
Nan Xian was speechless.
Bam!
Feng Lianqing was thrown back and doubled over on the ground, looking battered following a loud banging sound. He supported himself, trying to get up, only to fall back on the ground, going limp.
He could no longer get up...
Everyone at the Generalâs Manor exchanged glances.
Even Young Master Lianqing had fallen. So... should they continue to attack?
They looked at the little prince being whipped in midair after a brief silence before bracing themselves and rushed over.
Only this time, none of them had even gotten close to Nan Xian before they fell to the ground, howling.
Nan Xian was speechless. He had not even done anything this time.
At that moment, the little fattyâs hysterical cries sounded melodious under the clear sky. That was right. To Feng Ruqing, it was indeed melodious.
Each time the boy wanted to lash out, Feng Ruqing would whip him, making him swallow his words. Only his cries could be heard.
Perhaps it was enough whipping, or maybe because the little prince had stopped lashing out that Feng Ruqing decided to toss him onto the ground.
A smile was still plastered on her gorgeous face. Her eyebrows curved as she lowered her gaze to look at the little prince.
âYou... Who did you ask to have their clothes taken off so you could wipe your face again?â
The little prince was stunned. After a while, he carefully answered, âMyself.â