TPITWOHEF

Chapter 42

In the Imperial Garden, Xiao Chuchu watched the retreating figure of the Third Prince, still straining her neck.

"It seems like the Third Prince has truly fallen for my brother."

"Unexpectedly, my brother threw the sweet pastries he dislikes at him to eat, and then scolded him harshly in front of everyone, but the Third Prince still thinks he is the best brother."

Fifth Prince Cheng Qian had only taken a few steps when he was startled by his sister's thoughts, nearly stumbling.

What?

Is Third Brother that strange?

The more he is scolded, the happier he becomes?

Luckily, Fifth Prince Cheng Qian usually had a mature demeanor and maintained a poker face no matter the situation, or else his surprise would have shown.

He really didn't expect this.

"Brother, you should scold the Third Prince more often in the future. Who knows, his affection for you might just skyrocket."

"Oh, and the braised pork at the Study Pavilion at noon that you've always found too sweet to eat a bite of."

"Just give it to the Third Prince from now on."

"..."

Fifth Prince Cheng Qian was both amused and perplexed.

Is it really that simple?

Scolding someone isn't that easy, is it?

The new emperor was described as muddled and ruthless by his sister. He had long wanted to scold him himself!

Even if this world has changed and Third Brother can't become emperor, he still couldn't help but want to vent his anger for the sake of his sister's words about the Liu family's extermination.

Thinking about it, Cheng Qian stopped in his tracks and spoke to the little eunuch beside him.

"Go, go tell my Third Brother."

"Has he finished reciting the essay the tutor assigned? If not, how dare he go back and rest! Unacceptable!"

"If he can't even set an example for his younger brother, who will treat him like an elder brother!"

The little eunuch was dumbfounded.

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Concubine Yu's Palace.

"Mother, I'm back. What did you use today?"

Third Prince Cheng Qing, carrying a box of pastries, came to visit his mother, Concubine Fucha.

Boom!

Before he even entered, he heard the sound of a vase breaking from within the palace.

"That wench, the Liu family must have deliberately harmed me!"

"Knowing that Liao King rebelled, she hid it from me and deliberately set a trap, letting me go and complain to my Imperial Brother the Emperor! So that I would be punished, those damned Lius!"

Third Prince Cheng Qing was startled.

Liao King?

His father's uncle, his grandfather's generation, attempted to rebel?

He hadn't heard about this incident at the Study Pavilion today.

"Cheng Qing, you're back," Concubine Fucha saw her son and threw herself at him, tears streaming down her face, with hatred in her eyes, "That wretched Concubine Liu is so malicious."