Chapter 149: Chapter One Hundred Forty-Nine

Return the Purple Gold Crown?

Looks more like sticking a chicken feather on your head and jumping around for some shamanic ritual!

Watching the chicken feather fluttering in the wind on top of his head, Chen Ying twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes practically burning.

"Dressed in that ridiculous getup, take it off this instant!"

Yi Jiang refused, instead stomping his foot down hard, and with a vigorous shake, the red bedsheet—no, the red cape—billowed behind him.

Chest puffed out, head held high, convinced his own pose was the very picture of domineering majesty, he answered loudly with a face full of pride.

"Monkey Bro!"

"Father, let me tell you, Monkey Bro is amazing…"

Chen Ying: "…"

Among the people they knew, was there anyone with the surname Hou?

If you asked who Yi Jiang admired most right now, it had to be Monkey Bro, no question.

His little mouth ran on and on, enthusiastically recommending the hero to his own father; whenever he got worked up and excited, he gestured wildly, spittle flying everywhere.

In the end, he fixed his father with a burning, eager gaze.

"Tell me, isn't he a super amazing great hero?"

"Uh…"

Turns out it wasn't the surname Hou, but an actual monkey.

Chen Ying looked at the Little Booklet in his hand.

"You mean to say you've learned every single character in here?"

Yi Jiang nodded.

"Yep!"

He first had Steward Zhao read it through to him once, then looked at it himself; whenever he hit a character he didn't know, he'd find someone to ask, and after reading it a few times, he knew them all.

Chen Ying fell silent again, staring at the little book in his hand for a long while without speaking.

He never expected that a simple little story could teach Yi Jiang so many characters.

Without exaggeration, the number of characters he'd learned this month was more than what Yi Jiang had picked up in the past half year combined.

Learning through play.

Never thought he'd get another lesson from a tiny tot.

At that moment, Chen Ying couldn't help but start wondering—was he really no good at raising children?

But was this story really that good?

Chen Ying skimmed through the story in his hand, taking in ten lines at a glance.

Hmm, seemed pretty decent?

After that, Yi Jiang watched his own father flip through the pages faster and faster, read more and more intently, his expression growing more and more excited.

"Father?"

But Chen Ying didn't react.

He called out again.

"Father!"

Only then did Chen Ying come back to himself.

"Hmm? What is it?"

Yi Jiang glanced up at the sky.

"It's getting late, time for dinner. Would you like to freshen up first?"

Chen Ying nodded upon hearing this.

"Right, I'll head back first."

Saying so, he tucked the little book into his robe with the most natural air in the world, then strode off in big steps.

Watching his retreating back, Yi Jiang puffed out his cheeks in anger, raised his fist and punched the air several times.

So you came all this way just to swipe my Story Book?!

No way, he had to snatch his source of joy back!

Yi Jiang secretly clenched his fist, grabbed tight hold of the Golden Cudgel, and chased after him.

But before he could even run out of the courtyard, he ran smack into Chen Delin coming in, and immediately took a tumble on his bottom.

"Ouch!"

He was bundled up thick for winter, so Yi Jiang didn't actually hurt from the fall—just got a fright.

"Grandfather, you're back too!"

Saying so, Yi Jiang rubbed his bottom and stood up.

After exchanging greetings, just as he was about to continue the chase, his feet suddenly left the ground and his whole body was lifted up.

"Hold on a minute!"

Chen Delin grabbed him by the back of the collar and hauled him up, carefully examining the hair crown on his head, his expression growing darker and darker.

Yi Jiang kicked his legs a few times, struggling.

"Grandfather, what are you doing? I've got things to do."

After getting a clear look, Chen Delin's tiger eyes went round, and he ground out through gritted teeth.

"You can go, but first explain to me what's going on with that hair crown on your head!"

Seeing him so angry, Yi Jiang stopped worrying about snatching the Little Booklet back, poked at his fingers, and looked at him with an innocent face.

But the guilt in the depths of his eyes couldn't be hidden at all.

"What are you saying, Grandfather? I don't understand."

"Hmph!"

Chen Delin let out a snort.

"You think sticking two wild chicken feathers on yourself means I can't recognize you?"

This wastrel child really needs a beating!

Soon, heart-wrenching wails of crying rang out from the courtyard, and Chen Ying, who had already walked quite a distance, heard the sound and stopped in his tracks.

He glanced back, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to keep walking toward the front courtyard.

This time Yi Jiang had really gone too far—she definitely needed a proper lesson.

Father would know where to draw the line... right?

Chen Ying thought uncertainly to himself.

Listening to the cries of agony coming from behind, he quickened his pace so as not to soften his heart.

Mm, if he couldn't hear it, he wouldn't soften.