Ji Xin was not able to stay with Jun Qing for long, and after discussing his son’s name with him and watching him and his son fall asleep, he left in a hurry.
The internal exercises of the Western Camp had not yet ended, and he had to rush back as soon as possible. If Xiao Feng found out that he was “absent without leave”, it would be quite a problem.
However, on the day he was poisoned, Duanmu Hui and Shangguan Xiang were both tripped up. Regardless of whether the real culprit behind the scenes was Xiao Feng or not, he shouldn’t have thought that his “Silent Death” had been cured.
In this way, as long as Ji Xin pretended to be poisoned, not only would he not arouse suspicion, but he could also take the opportunity to hide and track down the truth.
Jun Qing slept for a whole day, and woke up without seeing Ji Xin and his son, but saw Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong sitting in front of his bed, arguing in low voices about something.
“Daddy, just trust me. I will hold Little Monkey very firmly and will never drop him, I swear!” Wei Chongrong was obviously anxious, using all the possible ways of coquettishness and nagging.
But what was “Little Monkey”? Was that his son’s nickname? Jun Qing unconsciously furrowed his eyebrows.
Wei Zhao had a resolute attitude, shook his head and said, “No, it’s not good to hold him firmly. Children have soft bones and you can’t hold them casually. What should you do if you hurt him? You can’t afford it.”
Wei Chongrong was unwilling to give up and was about to continue pestering, when he saw Jun Qing open his eyes and asked hurriedly: “Hou Zhaoyang, can you let me hold Little Monkey? I’ll just give him a hug!” After saying this, he stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, as if he had said the wrong thing.
Jun Qing was not angry but wondered: “Why do you call Hua’er ‘Little Monkey’? Is there any special reason?”
Wei Chongrong didn’t answer, but asked rhetorically: “Is Little Monkey’s name Jun Hua or Ji Hua?” In the past, Wei Chongrong didn’t know Jun Hua’s origin and took his name for granted, but now he was a little curious why he was surnamed Jun instead of Ji.
Jun Qing was taken aback, as if he didn’t expect Wei Chongrong to ask such a question. He pondered for a moment and said, “Which name do you think is better?”
Without thinking, Wei Chongrong immediately replied: “Of course it’s Jun Hua.” He had been called Jun Hua for more than ten years in his previous life, so he was used to it.
Jun Qing curled his lips and said with a light smile: “It’s Jun Hua, you’re right. But you haven’t told me yet, why do you call him Little Monkey?”
Wei Chongrong smiled embarrassedly: “I heard someone call him Little Hou, so I thought of Little Monkey(1)…”
Jun Qing laughed and was speechless. Wei Zhao rubbed his son’s head and admonished: “It was just that you didn’t know Hua’er’s name before. Don’t call him that again in the future, remember!”
Wei Chongrong nodded, indicating that he would never do it again. But Jun Qing said it was fine, Little Monkey was very cute as a nickname, and Jun Hua’s zodiac sign happened to be the Monkey.
The three of them were talking and laughing, and the wet nurse came back with Jun Hua, who was full of milk. The little guy was awake at this time, his eyes opened, and his hands and feet were restless in his swaddling clothes, moving around constantly.
Seeing that Wei Chongrong really liked Jun Hua and kept staring at him, Jun Qing told him to sit down on the bed, and then asked the wet nurse to give Jun Hua to him.
The wet nurse gave Wei Chongrong a very uneasy look, then carefully handed Jun Hua over, and at the same time stretched out her hand to protect him, for fear that Wei Chongrong would accidentally drop Little Hou.
Unexpectedly, Wei Chongrong had really practised; his posture was very standard, and his strength was just enough to hold Jun Hua firmly. Not only did Jun Hua not cry, he even hummed twice in satisfaction.
Wei Chongrong raised his head and gave Wei Zhao a triumphant smile. Did you see it? You didn’t dare let me hold him, and I hold him very well. Who knew that the good times would not last long; Wei Chongrong hadn’t had enough of showing off when Jun Hua peed on him.
The culprit didn’t have any self-awareness. He emptied his bladder, hummed comfortably, and fell asleep with his head tilted.
The wet nurse was the first to react, took Jun Hua back and carried him to change his clothes. Wei Zhao looked at the wet stains on his son’s legs and puffed out a laugh. Jun Qing tried to hold back but could not, and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
Before the first month was over, Wei Ming asked Wei Chongrong to go to the palace school to study. The palace school was divided into four levels according to the difference in age and knowledge. Wei Chongrong was young and had to be in the lowest level class.
Wei Zhao, on the other hand, smoothly passed the medical examination arranged by Wei Su and returned to the Eastern Camp. That was the place where he had been since he joined the army at the age of twelve, and it was also the starting point for him to start again. If he wanted to change the views of others, it was useless to say anything; only facts counted.
Wei Mao and Wei Chongrong were in the same class. Because of Wei Mao’s leadership, the classmates in the class were somewhat alienated from Wei Chongrong and were quietly talking about him behind his back.
Wei Chongrong didn’t care about this. In Fuyu, and in the previous life, there were many people who said bad things about him, and if he paid attention to everything, he would just be upset all the time.
Those who could enter the palace to study were at least the children of noble families. The upbringing they received from a young age meant that they usually did not speak ill of people to their faces. Even Wei Mao was polite when he met Wei Chongrong and told him to find him if he needed anything.
Wei Mao believed with all his heart that Wei Chongrong was a person who had returned from a barbaric place like Fuyu, so all he had was brute force and his studies had to be a mess. When they took the exam, he would be able to laugh at him well, in order to avenge the last time he was beaten up by him.
Who knew that Wei Chongrong turned out to be very smart; he memorised quickly and wrote well. In the first exam, he beat all of them who were older than him and entered the palace school earlier than him.
This was the case for academic lessons, not to mention riding and shooting lessons. Wei Mao and his friends were not Wei Chongrong’s opponents altogether. They didn’t dare to ride horses alone while Wei Chongrong could already ride and hunt independently. Although he didn’t get much prey, it was enough to present a treasure in front of the elders. They were still posing with a small bow while Wei Chongrong could hit the bullseye with a recurve bow…
The disparity was so great that they could only bow down. Wei Chongrong could obviously feel that his classmates were not as repulsive towards him as before, and some of them even faintly showed the intention of friendship.
In the end, they were still children; whoever was better would be obeyed. Wei Chongrong could not say that he was proud of himself, but he just felt that life at the palace school was more interesting than he had imagined.
Wei Mao was very unhappy that he could not compete with Wei Chongrong in anything, and even his little friends were being taken away from him, so he complained to Wei Lan.
Wei Lan asked him if he wanted his help to teach Wei Chongrong a lesson. Wei Mao thought for a while and shook his head. Wei Lan asked again; he hesitated, but in the end he still didn’t nod.
His father once said that he should solve his own problems by himself and not ask others for help at every turn. Losing everything at Wei Chongrong’s hands was already humiliating for Wei Mao. Wouldn’t it be even more humiliating to seek help from his elder brother? He couldn’t do such a thing.
After Wei Mao complained, he was in a better mood and obediently went back to his room to write his homework. Wei Lan watched his brother leave, his eyes narrowed slightly, making people unable to see any joy or anger contained in them.
That day, Wei Zhao had a day off, and Wei Chongrong hurriedly packed up and left after class. He hadn’t seen his father for many days.
He didn’t expect his way to get blocked before he walked out of the palace gate. The location of the blocking was very clever. It was in the alley between the two palace walls, where few palace people usually passed by.
Facing several teenagers who were a few years older than him but definitely not his opponents, Wei Chongrong was helpless and sighed softly.
He originally thought that Wei Mao was just a spoiled child, but he was the son of the Crown Prince Uncle and should be different from a guy like Pei Di. It turned out Wei Chongrong had thought too highly of him; after all, they were really the same kind of people.
In normal times, Wei Chongrong might have been more patient playing with those guys, but not today. He was in a hurry to go home and wanted to deal with them quickly.
Before Wei Chongrong could make a move, a tender voice came from behind him, calling anxiously: “Little prince, don’t be afraid, I’m here to help you!”
“What kind of little prince is he? The heir of His Imperial Highness Wang Qin can never be him!” The leader sneered, his words attracting the approval of those around him.
Wei Chongrong didn’t care. He turned his head to watch a little chubby guy who had just shouted those words and was running towards him, panting. The name of the little chubby guy was Gu Chuan. They shared a table in the class. Gu Chuan was round and cute. He was also the only classmate who had been very friendly to Wei Chongrong from the beginning.
Wei Chongrong guessed that it was most likely Gu Yu who educated his son at home. After all, Gu Yu and Wei Zhao had an excellent personal relationship. It was just that Gu Chuan’s mental age was too far away from Wei Chongrong, and the two really couldn’t play together.
When he ran up to Wei Chongrong’s side, Gu Chuan was tired but still panted: “Little prince, don’t be afraid, I will protect you.”
The alley was very narrow; an adult could touch the walls on both sides with his arms open. It was really not a suitable place for a fight.
Without the volunteering Gu Chuan, Wei Chongrong, with his rich experience, would have been able to beat the opposite side so that their parents would not recognise them. But Gu Chuan’s presence made things very problematic.
The little chubby guy was not physically strong and his movements were not flexible, so he couldn’t fight and couldn’t take a beating. In order to protect Gu Chuan from being beaten, Wei Chongrong beat the opponents to a pulp while he himself was also beaten to a pulp.
The teenagers had obviously never seen anyone like Wei Chongrong before. They were dumbfounded and finally reacted by turning and running. The little prince of Wang Qin’s family was really too fierce.
Under Wei Chongrong’s protection, not a single blow landed on Gu Chuan’s body, but when he saw Wei Chongrong’s miserable appearance, he still cried “woo woo”.
Wei Chongrong took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. He was originally going to wipe the blood on his face, but he could only wipe Gu Chuan’s tears and snot first, and comfort him while wiping his face. This was nothing, those people were beaten even worse by him.
Gu Chuan still couldn’t stop crying, and sobbed: “No matter how badly they were beaten, you are also in pain, woo woo…”
Not knowing whether to laugh or to cry, Wei Chongrong felt a little moved. He made a decision to include Gu Chuan in his protection circle after Jun Hua.
After comforting Gu Chuan and then putting him in the carriage that came from Gong Qi’s residence to pick him up, Wei Chongrong came home a little late. He sneaked back to his room quietly, intending to clean himself up first.
It was a pity that Wei Zhao was so well-informed and arrived in his room before Wei Chongrong changed his clothes. Wei Chongrong had no choice but to hide under the quilt, not wanting Wei Zhao to see him. He felt that his appearance was too embarrassing.
Wei Zhao pulled his son out of the quilt and asked him what happened while applying medicine to him.
Wei Chongrong told the truth. When he talked about Wei Mao, he was a little disdainful, and when he talked about Gu Chuan, he felt a little funny.
Wei Zhao stopped, frowned and said, “Rong’er, do you think Mao’er found someone to beat you up?”
Wei Chongrong replied: “Except for him, no one will be so dumb anymore.” There might be many people in the palace who didn’t like him, but there were few who would explicitly find trouble with him.
Wei Zhao sighed and said helplessly: “Rong’er, in any case, you can’t take the initiative to provoke people, understand?”
Wei Chongrong nodded: “I understand, I won’t bully the weak, don’t worry, Daddy.” As long as the other party didn’t point at his nose and scold Wei Zhao, he didn’t bother to care about a bunch of children.
With Wei Zhao’s tacit approval, Wei Chongrong was fearless at the palace school. If people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them. If people offend me… haha! My fist is waiting for you!
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Character Relationship (Wang Changning’s family)
Ji Qing (Wang Changning Wu, deceased)
Original spouse (deceased)
Second wife: Princess Chongqing (deceased)
Son: Ji Yu (deceased)
Daughter-in-law: Rong-shi (deceased)
Grandson: Ji Xin
Ji Yang (Xianyou County Lord, deceased)
Ex-husband: Jun Ya
Second husband: Sun Yu (previous Guogong Guo, deceased)
Eldest son: Jun Lin (Hou Zhaoyang Huan, deceased)
Grandson: Jun Qing
Second son: Sun Shu (Guogong Guo)
Grandson: Sun Jian
Third son: Sun Ye (Lord Consort of Wang Lu)
Son-in-law: Wei Xiao (Wang Lu)
Grandson: Wei Ruo
Ji Wan (Empress)
- 小侯爷 (xiǎo hóuyé) – Little Hou, 小猴子 (xiǎo hóuzi) – Little Monkey