Chen Xiang lay in Yang Chan's arms like a puppet without a soul.
Listening to his mother's endless chatter, he let his eyelids droop halfway and answered with empty eyes, "Oh..."
In stark contrast to her brother's miserable state,
Chen Xiaochan's eyes shone. She rose on tiptoe and tugged at the hem of Yang Chan's skirt.
"Dad! Mom!"
"Xiao Chan'er will study hard! I'll write a masterpiece to hang on the wall, just like Mom!"
Her bright declaration made the Immortals nearby, who had been straining their ears to eavesdrop, turn to look. They nodded to themselves, thinking that the pearl of Wude True Lord's family was indeed a sweet, sensible girl.
Chen Wei glanced at his enthusiastic daughter, then at his son, who looked as though he had nothing left to live for.
Just look at the difference between a son and a dear daughter.
"Good. Dad will be waiting to see Xiao Chan'er's masterpiece." Chen Wei stroked Chen Xiaochan's forehead and spoke softly. Then he turned to Chen Xiang. "All right, stop playing dead. Get down and walk in yourself."
With great reluctance, Chen Xiang slid out of Yang Chan's arms, sighed, and clasped his hands behind his back.
At the sight, Yang Chan covered her mouth and laughed. "Xiang'er must get that look from his father!"
Chen Wei merely smiled at her words, making no attempt to expose his wife's self-serving boast.
From his father?
Had she said that in the Mortal Realm, a host of great scholars would have laughed their teeth out.
Back in the mortal world, Chen Wei had been renowned for his vast learning. He had fought his way through the imperial examinations to become the top scholar, possessed a photographic memory, and could recite the Four Books and Five Classics backward.
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