Instantly, Gu Beichen's voice, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the room: "Ah! Ling Mohan, you scoundrel... I'm not done with you!"
His entire back felt as if it were burning, yet he could only endure it, unable to even move.
"Young Master, please don't move rashly, lest you tear open your wound!"
"Young Master, don't move!"
The young servant at this moment was quite perceptive, holding Gu Beichen down firmly, preventing him from making even the slightest movement.
Ling Mohan, walking out the door, heard Gu Beichen's screams and felt a sense of revenge fulfilled. His mood instantly brightened, and with a rare smile, he strode away.
...
"Let's go... let's go... find Mother," Dabao tugged at Erbao's sleeve, desperately pulling him along.
Erbao, however, firmly gripped the bedpost behind him, refusing to let go. The two were locked in a tug-of-war.
Finally, Dabao lost his patience, releasing his tight grip on Erbao's sleeve. After a moment's pause, he walked to face Erbao, and they stared at each other.
"Are you going or not!" Dabao shouted with all his might.
Erbao resolutely shook his head, without any hesitation. Mother was surely angry now, and he didn't want to face her. Going would definitely not result in anything good.
"Listen to your哥哥, let's go..."
Erbao continued to ignore Dabao's words, simply shaking his head silently.
The two children were immediately locked in a stalemate. After a long while, Dabao's patience finally gave way to Erbao's stubbornness, and he had to give up.
"If you're not going... I'm going..."
Dabao very coolly threw down this sentence, turned, and walked out without a second glance.
After the door closed, Erbao put down the wooden doll in his hand and looked outside. He really was going alone. He probably would be dragged back by Mother soon.
Just as Erbao predicted, less than half an hour after he left, the closed room door was opened again from the outside. Feng Jin walked in with an displeased expression, holding the returned Dabao in her arms.
"You two, sleep soundly and don't mess around!"
Feng Jin put Dabao down. She was currently angry and worried about her temper affecting the two children. After a few brief instructions, she turned and left.
She didn't forget to call Cai Qing to accompany the two little ones.
Erbao, seeing Dabao brought back, showed a hint of a mocking smile. Not listening to advice leads to suffering.
"You stinky little brother... you did that on purpose!" Dabao finally realized why Erbao had insisted on not going. He had definitely guessed this would happen and still tricked him into going. He was truly wicked.
"You wanted to go!"
Erbao retorted without courtesy. It was he who insisted on going, if not for his pestering.
The two little fellows glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
It wasn't until Cai Qing came in that she saw toys scattered all over the floor and the two little ones wrestling. She hurried forward to separate them.
"Stop fighting, what's wrong..." Cai Qing separated Dabao and Erbao, shielding one with each arm, fearing they would continue to fight.
"How did your face get cut... and your clothes are torn too..."
Cai Qing looked at the two children in disarray. This was the first time she had seen two children fight so fiercely.
Dabao had a small cut on his face, Erbao's sleeve was torn, and their hair looked like bird's nests with straws stuck in them.
"Sister... *sob*... *sob*... Younger brother hit me... Younger brother hit me... *sob*..."
As soon as Dabao saw someone arrive, he immediately ran to complain, displaying his weaker side. He also pointed to the small cut on his face, expressing his grievance.
Erbao, on the other hand, appeared calm, his eyes filled with disdain. He wiped the dust from his face, got up from the ground, and returned to the bed to play with his toys.
"Alright... alright, don't cry yet..." Cai Qing could only coax Dabao with a helpless sigh. After so long, she understood Dabao's tactics. He was probably crying pitifully on purpose.
The two children fighting was definitely not just one person's fault. As for who threw the first punch, she didn't know. She couldn't afford to offend either of these young masters, so she could only quietly coax them.
Erbao was easier to handle. Dabao, in particular, was very clingy and wouldn't let go of her embrace. In no time, he was coaxed to sleep.
When Cai Qing placed Dabao back on the bed, she found that Erbao had already fallen asleep alone. He looked a little pitiful.
After arranging Dabao in her arms, Cai Qing carefully tucked Erbao in.
Erbao was truly sensible, so sensible that it made one's heart ache. People would unconsciously overlook Erbao's presence. Perhaps this was the saying, "the squeaky wheel gets the grease"...
Cai Qing dared not leave, and leaning by the bedside, she fell asleep with the two little ones.
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"Young Madam, your maid just checked. The young master is asleep. Young Madam, you should drink some calming tea and rest."
"Put it there. I'll drink it later," Feng Jin said with her hands supporting her chin, speaking feebly. Her eyes were hollow, clearly her mind was elsewhere.
"Young Madam, the Young General just..."
"Don't mention him to me. I don't want to hear anything about him..."
Upon hearing that the matter concerned Ling Mohan, Feng Jin instinctively shouted. She had finally felt a little better, and hearing about Ling Mohan only made her angrier.
"If Young Madam doesn't want to hear it, your maid won't say anything."
Chu Qing quickly closed her mouth. Then, she thought of other things to tell Feng Jin: "Young Madam, your maid heard that the Prince of Zhennan beat Young Master Gu severely and even used family punishment. It seems to have been quite harsh. He's still in bed and can't get up."
Hearing this, Feng Jin's interest was immediately piqued, and a light flashed in her eyes.
"He deserves to be beaten. Who told him to have such a foul mouth and always try to stir up trouble? Getting beaten up will teach him a lesson. Let's see if he dares to be so glib next time!"
Feng Jin felt that Gu Beichen being beaten was absolutely deserved, she only regretted that the beating wasn't severe enough. He should have been beaten hard, until he was only half-dead, as long as he could be saved.