Chapter 238: Are You Suited to be a Husband, a Father?
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Updated : Sep 27th, 2025
Hearing this, the young Emperor couldn’t help but glance at Ji Youzhi. "You seem to have a high opinion of this young girl!"Ji Youzhi nodded without hesitation.
"Of course. There aren’t many fourteen-year-old girls, or even boys for that matter, who would think of separating from their clan to establish their own household. Even fewer can seize the opportune moment to turn the situation in their favor," Ji Youzhi said quietly.
He shook his head regretfully and sighed, "It’s a pity. This young girl is destined for a short life."
Once he had spoken, he felt the young Emperor’s icy glare.
Ji Youzhi quickly shut his mouth. He couldn’t understand what he’d just said that had incurred His Majesty’s displeasure.
While the hushed conversation between Ji Youzhi and his companions didn’t reach others’ ears, Xiaosuisui heard it clearly.
She took a few steps back to the center of the courtyard. Seeing her Emperor Godfather and two uncles sitting together on the roof, their heads close as they spoke, she giggled and called out, "Emperor Godfather! Seventh Uncle, Eighth Uncle!"
Gathering her Qi, she flew onto the roof, landing directly in front of the young Emperor.
This frightened Yun Duo and Yunxiang terribly, and they cried out, "Princess!"
Then they saw the young Emperor on the roof swiftly catch Xiaosuisui and pull her into his embrace.
Ji Youze gestured for them to remain silent. The two women then bowed respectfully and stood aside, awaiting instructions.
"Can you try to change this Feifei habit of yours? You gave your Emperor Godfather quite a scare, you know?"
Xiaosuisui pouted, an expression the young Emperor could discern even through her veil.
"What’s wrong? Suisui, you seem a little unhappy."
The young Emperor reached out and gently pinched her small nose through the veil.
Xiaosuisui brushed his hand away with her little hand and said sullenly, "That pretty sister said many things to her daddy just now. There’s a lot Suisui doesn’t understand!"
The young Emperor’s interest was piqued. He was about to ask what she didn’t understand. Perhaps he could clear up her confusion. But before he could speak, he heard Xie Pan’Er in the room continuing to question Xie Wulang.
"Father! Tell me, in your heart, is there any place for my siblings, our mother, and me?
Have you ever thought about my older brother? He’s known outside as the Second Young Master of the Xie Family, but what is he really?
What is he doing at Luming Academy?
He’s acting as Third Brother’s attendant, treated worse than even his pageboy. Are you unaware of these things?
Or do you know but simply choose to ignore it?"
Xie Pan’Er’s older brother, Xie Si, is the eldest son of the Xie Family’s fifth branch, yet he isn’t even granted a proper generational rank—all thanks to the main branch of the Xie Family.
Hearing his daughter mention their son, Xie Wulang’s breathing grew noticeably heavier.
Yet, he still said nothing. Instead, he turned his wheelchair and began to head outside.
"My wine! Where’s my wine? I want to drink."
Seeing her father act this way, Xie Pan’Er felt her composure crumble.
"Father! Just because your legs are broken, does that mean your spirit is broken along with them?
I haven’t been home for years, and I always thought you might have changed. I never expected that not only have you not changed, you’ve actually gotten worse!
Demanding wine in broad daylight?"
Xie Wulang’s wheelchair noticeably paused for a moment, but ultimately, it didn’t stop completely. Nor did he offer any explanation to his daughter.
"You’re not allowed to leave!"
Xie Pan’Er stepped forward and grabbed Xie Wulang’s wheelchair, questioning him loudly, "Looking like this, do you even deserve to be called a husband or a father?"
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