Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 203: The Eldest Prince Isn’t Much of a Scholar
The three played for quite a while. This kind of game was child’s play to the Little Traitor and Changzhou, not a problem at all. Initially, they wanted to play something more challenging, but Li Qian couldn’t keep up, so they settled for a game of idiom solitaire.
This was entirely to accommodate him.
The result...
Idioms solitaire was tough enough to handle, leading to the conclusion: This Eldest Prince hadn’t read much.
Even when losing, he wanted to save face.
Li Qian lowered his head, not daring to meet their gaze: "I’m just a bit weaker at this, everything else I do quite well."
"Then shall we play witty sayings? Or guess character puzzles? Or maybe improvise poetry?"
Damn it, this is getting harder and harder! Xiao Li Qian couldn’t help but speak out: "Not those, why don’t we compete in carving animals out of wood? I’m pretty good at woodworking."
This...
Has already escalated to handicrafts.
The competitive spirit of men doesn’t just start when they’re grown; it begins when they’re quite young.
Changzhou protested: "No, I’m not good at that. How about we compete in painting onsite? I’ve taken elective courses in Danqing, want to try my skills."
The Little Traitor chimed in gracefully: "How about practicing swordsmanship? I’ve recently learned a few moves from the State Preceptor."
The other two vetoed immediately: "No way."
"I’m not interested in swordsmanship; what’s so good about fighting and killing."
"Indeed, and today is Ye Zhi’s birthday. It’s unlucky to see blood, better not do it. In my opinion, let’s compete in woodworking."
"Compete in painting, Danqing has such profound meaning, we can capture this moment."
Changzhou and Li Qian didn’t quite agree, and the two started bickering again.
By now, the sun had set, and the three were in the garden of Ye Mansion, illuminated by lanterns casting shifting shadows, showing the figures in debate on the ground.
"Hey, isn’t that Shen Wan’s grandson, Shen Chen?"
"Yeah, why is he dressed so properly? Shouldn’t he be in the servants’ quarters?"
Two sharp voices interrupted the boys’ debate.
Looking up.
There was a boy and girl, seemingly siblings. The boy was about their age but chubby and tall.
The girl was around eight or nine, somewhat stout, not as slender as typical girls, had single eyelids, and her skin wasn’t fair, more of a dull color. Her hair was adorned with many pins, and she wore clothes of Lingluo silk satin, yet her ordinary figure couldn’t carry such fine material.
The two were siblings, Ye Haoming and Ye Qingqing.
Whenever they visited their uncle’s house, they’d bully Shen Chen, and now seeing him happily talking with friends, Ye Haoming and Ye Qingqing found it irritating.
This little bastard, why does he look so happy?
So they immediately came over to cause trouble.
"Hey, Shen Chen, why aren’t you in the servants’ quarters? What are you doing here? Have you finished today’s work? If you dare slack off, I’ll certainly tell our aunt and have her punish you properly. These days, even servants are audacious beyond measure."
It was Ye Qingqing who spoke.
Before, when she visited the mansion, little Ye Zhi would join her and Ye Haoming in bullying Shen Chen.
Seeing who had come, the Little Traitor’s face turned grim; these two little demons were here again.
Being bullied, Shen Chen, Li Qian was the first to protest: "Who are you two, and why are you speaking rudely?"
The next moment, without experience in quarreling, he faltered.
Ye Qingqing pointed to the red birthmark at his temple and spoke mockingly: "Yo, almost scared me, do you look in the mirror at night? Indeed, anyone playing with servants is certainly unusual."
