Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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T/N: The Lu’s escapades are perfect for nighttime stories… It’s really enjoyable listening to some elders telling their stories around the fire…

“The same is true for your second uncle. He leaves an opening during a brawl. Let me tell you. When I was eight years old, I knocked out three strong men at once!”

Wei Zi felt that he had come at a bad time. The story was so passionately told that the boy got utterly absorbed in it. He simply couldn’t butt in there to interrupt.

But if he didn’t go in and call him, she probably wouldn’t finish the story even after dark.

By then, his master’s face would be darker than the sky.

“Young Master, it’s time to go back.” It was time to take his medicine.

The boy stiffened. He obviously understood why Wei Zi appeared. His imperial uncle must have already known that he was here.

He reluctantly stood up straight, and walked back towards Wei Zi while instructing, “Auntie Liu, the story is not finished yet. Take note and continue tomorrow!”

Aunt Liu’s quiet face was drawn. “I’m not free tomorrow. I have to attend a convention. I’ll tell you about it when I’m free.”

She recognized the man who came to summon him. He was the attendant who followed Feng Qingbai’s side.

It was only when the two men left together at the entrance of the courtyard that Liu Yusheng slowly figured it out.

A ten-year-old boy with Feng Qingbai; Mo Feng, who was an orphan, lived alone, with only one uncle.

…Feng Mohan.

She spent the afternoon telling stories to the current young emperor.
Liu Yusheng bumped the window with her forehead. “Holy crap!”

In the inner courtyard, the boy returned to his study and drank his medicine, then sat opposite Feng Qingbai, waiting conscientiously for his instructions.

He sneaked out on his own, and with his imperial uncle’s particularly harsh temperament towards him, punishment was no escape.

The man sitting across from him, however, quietly flipped through the scrolls in his hands, and didn’t say anything at all.

What did this…mean?

Was he letting him off the hook?

Biting the corner of his lip, the boy cautiously probed, “Uncle, I went for a stroll in the courtyard in the morning and met an…aunt named Liu Yusheng.”

After saying the word “aunt”, the young master purposely focused on the man’s expression, trying to detect his emotions.

He turned a page, silent, quiet, expressionless.

He couldn’t tell if he heard him.
But at least he wasn’t told to shut up, nor was he punished.

The boy grew a little bolder, “Aunt Liu talked to me and told me a lot of things about her family. She said her family is in Xinghua Village, a beautiful village …”

In order to survive, the boy copied almost word for word what the woman had said, not missing a single pause.

After speaking, his mouth was dry. He poured a cup of water to moisten his throat, when the man spoke up.

The voice was shallow and faint, without any fluctuations, “Go back to your room and copy the Analects of Confucius, Yan Hui’s Volume 6, a hundred times, and turn it first thing tomorrow.”

“…” The man raised his eyes, “Now.” The young man shooed down the glass of water that had been brought to his mouth.

The man raised his eyes, “Now.”

The boy shooed down the cup of water that was a hairbreadth away from his mouth and fled back into the house. He didn’t dare take a sip.

Wei Zi stood outside the door, looking steadily forward.

Before he went to the guest house to call the boy, Wei Bai once came to report, “When His Majesty passed by, Miss Liu, was resting. His Majesty watched through the window for a long time and said that she isn’t very beautiful, then Miss Liu woke up and gave him a cup of water…”

The emperor was punished, and he didn’t feel surprised at all. He could never escape.

In his bedroom, the young man who opened the copy of the Analects of Confucius, finally knew why he was still punished when read Yan Hui’s chapter on benevolence!

— Confucius said: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, do no evil.

…

There was definitely something going on between his uncle and Aunt Liu! If he got it wrong, he would give up the
throne immediately!

He copied until dark with resentment, feeling that his wrist was about to be broken. The boy counted and wrote only forty times. He had to write a hundred times before he could go to bed in the middle of the night, and that was without eating, bathing or using the toilet.

The boy gritted his teeth and put down his brush, his desire to survive making him make a decision.

Knock, knock, knock – a soft knock sounded on the study door.

“Enter.”

The boy walked gently to the desk, looked at the man who was annotating some documents, and then said, “Uncle, Auntie Liu said that she will attend the convention tomorrow. I have never seen it before. I’d like Aunt Liu to take me there with her, can I?”