bookrandom Chapter 208 This "clinging to a powerful figure" thing—you need to distinguish between the
Chapter 208 This "clinging to a powerful figure" thing—you need to distinguish between the
It is said that the youngest son and the eldest grandson are the lifeblood of the old man. Obviously, this saying also applies to the old lady. Of course, when both are lifebloods, the power of the grandparent-grandchild bond becomes apparent. Compared to her youngest son, Consort De clearly cares more about her eldest grandson.
"Fourteen, you little brat, are you itching for a beating again? Don't force me to beat you up during the New Year. Hurry up and put Honghui down. If you hurt my precious grandson, you'll see how I deal with you."
Fourteen was leading Honghui around the yard in circles when his mother's shout startled him, causing him to stop in his tracks. Honghui, who was having a great time, started urging his fourteenth uncle to hurry up when he saw that he had stopped.
"Fourteenth Uncle, run! Honghui still wants to fly!"
Fourteen carefully bent down and placed the little guy on the ground, holding him under his armpits. He squatted down, pinched the little guy's cheek, and pointed in the direction where Consort De was standing.
“Nephew, it’s not that your fourteenth uncle doesn’t want to take you flying, but look at your grandmother standing there watching us. If your fourteenth uncle dares to put his hand on your neck again, I’ll be in for a beating.”
The little guy looked in the direction of Fourteen Fingers and sure enough, he saw Grandma standing at the door, smiling and waving at him. On one side was Grandma who loved him, and on the other side was Uncle Fourteen who could take him flying. At such a young age, Honghui experienced the feeling of being torn between two options. He really couldn't let go of either one.
Yinzhu had been standing in the courtyard watching the Fourteenth Prince and Honghui make a fuss for a while. Now, seeing the little guy looking troubled, he walked over to him, reached out and patted his head, and said with a smile.
"Honghui, since you're my nephew, your sixth uncle will teach you a trick today. When it comes to currying favor, you first need to distinguish between the big and small kings. If I were you, I'd be heading straight to your grandmother right now without hesitation..."
The little guy was still hesitating when he heard what Yinzhuo said, and he immediately stopped worrying. He felt that his sixth uncle was right. In Yonghe Palace, the madam was the most powerful, so naturally the king was the most powerful. His fourteenth uncle was afraid of his father and also afraid of his sixth uncle, so naturally he was the least powerful king. When the king met the little king, he should naturally go to the madam's side.
"Grandma..."
The fourteenth uncle, abandoned by his nephew, was truly dumbfounded. No, nephew, are we not going to struggle anymore? Fine, you left without hesitation today, but it will be difficult for your fourteenth uncle to carry you on.
"Now that you want to break up, then break up. Don't even think about trying to win me back with lies again..."
Well, how should I put it? This word is so fitting. Accompanied by the whistling winter night wind, it's practically a true reflection of Fourteen's state of mind right now. In a word, it's chilly.
"Fourth Brother, stop laughing. Look at your son, your brother, and your mother. Can't you do something about them?"
Yinzhen was initially quite sympathetic to the Fourteenth Prince, after all, Honghui was still his son, and the way the boy sat just now was indeed not very proper. But then again, Fourteenth Brother, look at these three people you mentioned, which one do you think I, as his elder brother, can control?
"Fourth brother, sixth brother, fourteenth brother, it's so cold outside, you three are getting addicted to standing outside, why don't you come in quickly?"
While the three brothers were talking, Consort De had already cuddled her eldest grandson and showered him with affection from head to toe. After she had adored her grandson enough, Consort De finally remembered that she still had three sons standing outside.
Consort De did have maternal love, but it was clearly not much. She called out to the three brothers outside, picked up Honghui, and turned to go inside. Honestly, it's fine for you three to get a little cold, but what if my precious grandson gets cold?
Yinzhen, Yinzuo, and the fourteenth prince looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and walked into the house. Sigh, they always say women are fickle. Didn't you say I was your only little darling before? How come, in just a few short years, your darling has changed again?
“Mother, I’ve figured it out. Ever since you had Honghui, your sons have been left far behind. It’s like the Yangtze River’s waves are pushing the old ones aside, and a new generation is replacing the old…”
His mother didn't even glance at Yinzhuo's sarcastic remarks. She was busy feeding her eldest grandson water with a sippy cup. If Yinzhuo was just venting his anger by making a few sarcastic remarks about his mother, then the Fourteenth Prince was truly consumed by jealousy.
"Yes, Mother, are we still your sons? The three of us have been here for quite a while, and you haven't even glanced at us. At least pay attention to us!"
After Consort De finished feeding Honghui water, she patted his back and put him on the ground. She then handed the cup to a palace maid and looked up at her three eldest sons.
"What are you yelling about? Your mother isn't so old that she's hard of hearing. Didn't you hear what I said? Things are valued for their rarity. I already have three sons, but now I only have one grandson, Xiao Honghui. Tell me yourselves, who should I cherish more?"
Upon hearing Consort De's words, Yinzhen was fine, but Yinzuo and the Fourteenth Prince exchanged glances and then looked at their mother in disbelief. Consort De, without the slightest hint of guilt, fearlessly glared back at her two sons. The three stared at each other for a long time, but in the end, Yinzuo and the Fourteenth Prince gave in.
“Mother is right. Things are valued for their rarity. If you have too many sons, they will naturally become less valuable. Besides, there’s a saying that a baby’s stomach only hurts downwards, not upwards. It’s only natural that Mother cherishes her little nephew more. Fourteenth son, what can we do? We’re just unlucky. We can only blame ourselves for being so useless. After being sons for so long, we can’t pretend to be grandsons anymore.”
It must be said that Yinzhuo's performance, which combined singing, recitation, acting, and martial arts, was quite wonderful. As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of laughter erupted in the main hall of Yonghe Palace. The Fourteenth Prince was indeed heartless. Just a moment ago he was drinking heavily while holding a jar of vinegar, and now he was laughing so hard that he was slapping his thigh.
Honghui was still young, and he didn't quite understand why everyone laughed after his sixth uncle finished speaking. But he knew that everyone laughing meant everyone was happy, so the little guy laughed along with everyone. After he had laughed enough, he ran up to Yinzuo and showed his sixth uncle two rows of white teeth.
"Sixth Uncle, Honghui is pretending to be a grandson."
Yinzhuo was taken aback by the little guy's words. It took him a while to realize that the little guy was responding to what he had just said. So he raised his hand and patted the little guy's forehead, smiling as he spoke to him.
"No need for that, you don't need to pretend, you are a grandson to begin with."