The Seventh Prince's outburst stunned both the Crown Prince and the Prince of Yong.
If you don't look closely, you might not notice, but if you do, you'll find quite a few similarities.
"He's not my son, he's Tang Baixin's son."
The Seventh Prince said, "He stole Sixth Brother's woman and is using his son to pay off a debt? That's quite something."
"Seventh, stop talking nonsense!" the Crown Prince rebuked, displaying the air of a superior.
Prince of Yong also said, "Let's not talk about that. We're here to congratulate our sixth brother, not to upset him."
Tang Zhuyun: You three green tea b*tches, you've already poked open my wounds, and now you're pretending to be innocent, you're so hypocritical.
The Seventh Prince laughed heartily, "It's really funny! Sixth Brother lost his woman and now he has a burden to carry on..."
Tang Zhuyun even wanted to go out and fight back for Prince of Jin.
--That Seventh Prince's mouth is just too foul.
The Prince of Jin, that tongue-tied fellow, is truly useless.
The Crown Prince said, "Sixth Brother, don't take it to heart by the Seventh's words. He's still just a child and meant no harm."
Linlin, Linlin burst into tears.
Tang Zhuyun felt a pang of anxiety and secretly poked a hole in the paper window to look outside.
The men outside also seemed puzzled, but Prince of Jin remained calm. He squatted down and asked, "Linlin, what's wrong? Are you frightened? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Linlin cried, "No, I'm not scared. I just heard Seventh Master talking and it reminded me of my dead myna bird. I loved it so much. It talked too much and exhausted itself. It sounded just like Seventh Master!"
Tang Zhuyun was trembling all over from trying to suppress her laughter.
My goodness, he truly is her son!
It remains silent until it makes a stunning statement.
The Prince of Jin patted his head. "You can't talk like that."
He then stood up and said to the ashen-faced Seventh Prince, "Wuji; Seventh Brother won't hold a grudge against a child, will he?"
The Seventh Prince has a childlike personality, but Linlin is a genuine child.
The Seventh Prince gritted his teeth. "No way!"
"Go find your aunt," said the Prince of Jin.
Linlin bowed to everyone, looked up at the Seventh Prince with an innocent expression, and said, "Seventh Master, when I find a new eighth brother that looks just like the previous one, I will definitely bring him to you. He really does look just like him."
He stabbed her again, and then, Linlin innocent naivety, she left, leaving the Seventh Prince trembling with rage, nearly exploding on the spot.
The feast was set up in the courtyard, and then the brothers toasted each other.
Tang Zhuyun told the two children to lie down and go to sleep, and then went to apply medicine to Linlin, but the latter said that the prince had already applied it.
He remained calm, even while standing in the courtyard, he still managed to apply medicine to Linlin.
Tang Zhuyun whispered, "Shut up, everyone. They're big bad guys here to annoy the Prince. We won't interfere with the Prince fighting the bad guys, understand?"
"Sister, aren't you going to help Father? You're so amazing!"
Linlin was a little worried, "Auntie, you won't switch sides at the last minute, will you?"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
Is she that kind of person?
It's a battle between gods, what right does she have to get involved!
"Go to sleep."
Yanran quickly fell asleep, but Linlin stayed awake, listening intently to the sounds outside.
Tang Zhuyun was also listening.
Although she wasn't very bright, she still figured out that these three were in cahoots and had come to see Prince of Jin make a fool of himself.
That's not all; they even want to bring the war to their own doorstep.
"Sixth Brother, let our sister-in-law come out and let us see her! We've heard she's very beautiful, famous throughout the capital!" said the Seventh Prince.
She must be a famous female fangirl in Beijing...
Linlin suddenly whispered, "Auntie, they want to humiliate you and make Grandfather and Father resent the Prince."
Tang Zhuyun: Holy crap!
How can her son be so smart!
If Linlin hadn't said anything, given her slow reaction time, she might not have realized it until tomorrow.
Linlin's translation is simultaneous interpreting; her translation is that of a student who failed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), looked up each word individually, and still might not understand the meaning even when put together.
If Tang Zhuyun comes out to pay her respects, the Seventh Prince will probably continue to make trouble by having her toast everyone, or even go further, since she is just a concubine.
If the Prince of Jin doesn't let her out, it's disrespectful to the Crown Prince; but if he does let her out, where will Tang Mingfan and his son put their faces?
The Prince of Jin is having a really tough time.
"Auntie, go and confront them, they won't dare to make a scene," Linlin added.
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
In Linlin's eyes, is she just a sarcastic person?
But there's no reason to smile and apologize when someone has slapped you in the face.
Tang Zhuyun stood up. "I'm going!"
At this moment, Prince of Jin spoke calmly, "She's sleeping with Yanran in her arms right now; Yanran can't be without her. If she wakes up crying and falls ill in the middle of the night, I'm afraid Father will have to worry about her again tomorrow."
The Crown Prince said, "Then forget it. How has Yanran been feeling lately?"
The topic was immediately diverted.
Tang Zhuyun had drawn her forty-meter-long sword, but then had to put it away.
She sat on the edge of the bed, gazing thoughtfully at Yanran's peaceful sleeping face.
In other words, Yanran was highly valued by the Emperor, and even the Crown Zidu dared not act recklessly.
However, Yanran was not yet a princess, which was truly strange.
Linlin was still a child, and after everything that had happened during the day, she quickly fell asleep.
Tang Zhuyun wasn't much better off; she listened by the bedside and eventually fell asleep, completely unaware that the noise outside had stopped.
She dreamt that she was holding a small leather whip, exuding queenly authority, and said to the Prince of Jin, "Lie down properly and take your pants off!"
This sweet dream was interrupted by a surge of heat flowing from below.
Aunt Flo's triple whammy!
Tang Zhuyun rubbed her eyes and yawned as she lifted her head from the bedside, feeling aches all over her body from sleeping.
There was a toilet in the room. She tidied herself up, wrapped her dirty clothes and put them on a chair, then climbed onto the tatami mat to continue her unfinished sweet dream.
However, after a while, she suddenly felt something was wrong. She opened her eyes abruptly and found the Prince of Jin sitting in a chair, breathing slightly heavily.
"What are you doing?" Tang Zhuyun asked warily, while simultaneously smelling a faint scent of blood in the air.
Did she miss it?
No! She belatedly realized that the Prince of Jin was wearing black night clothes, and his right chest seemed to be wet.
"Your Highness, are you injured?"
"Follow me."
Tang Zhuyun tucked the blankets up for the two children and followed Prince of Jin out the door.
Please, God, have mercy on her! From yesterday morning until now, less than twelve hours have passed, but it feels like twelve days to her. How come so many things have all happened at once!
Yesterday, when Prince of Jin beat Linlin, she cursed Prince of Jin countless times, but the retribution came so quickly, not even overnight.
The Prince of Jin was seriously injured; a barbed dart had pierced his chest, but fortunately it wasn't in his left chest.
This is a bit tricky. How can we minimize the wound size? After all, there are no antibiotics here, and preventing infection is a major challenge.
"Hurry up!" the Prince of Jin urged her, "What are you thinking about!"
Is this how you ask for a favor?
Tang Zhuyun: "I wonder, can a concubine who becomes a widow receive a memorial arch for her chastity?"