Chapter 74: Lost, Completely Lost!

"Pfft! Hahahaha…"

An Luo clutched her stomach, laughing until she was convulsing.

I'm impressed, I'm impressed! If your tutor heard this, wouldn't he be furious enough to die?

The Cheng family members behind them, following the principle of sparing Chen Old Master's dignity, pressed their lips together hard, desperately holding back their laughter.

And Chen Delin: "!!!"

Hearing those words from his troublesome but well-behaved grandson, he gripped so hard that he yanked out several hairs from his beard.

"Ouch!"

He couldn't help but cry out in pain, but the ache could not mask the fury in his heart.

Who was it?!

Who on earth was it?!

Which tutor taught him to use idioms like that?!

Xiao Yijiang, still lost in his own thoughts, didn't notice at all his grandfather's fist creaking as it clenched.

He was still happily daydreaming.

If he gave his father to Yu'an, then he'd share the same father as Yu'an!

Rounding up, wouldn't Yu'an become his little sister?

Haha, he was finally going to have a sweet, soft little sister!

"I don't want that!"

Yu'an, in a soft, milky little voice, firmly refused him.

"Yu'an has his own daddy, I don't want yours."

Yi Jiang felt he could still fight for his father a little more, and most importantly, fight for himself.

"Why not? My dad is really impressive."

Yu'an puffed out his chest, lifted his head, tilted his little chin up slightly.

"He definitely isn't as impressive as my daddy."

Yi Jiang still refused to give up.

"My dad knows martial arts."

Yu'an scrunched up his little nose.

"My daddy's martial arts are the best, and he even lifts me up high!"

Yi Jiang's lips moved; his dad had never lifted him up high before, so he probably couldn't do it, right?

But he was still trying to struggle on.

"My dad is the City Lord, he has lots of people under him."

Yu'an didn't care about that at all; he tilted up his little face, wearing a proud and pleased little expression.

"My daddy even builds me a swing!"

Hearing this, Yi Jiang puffed out his cheeks, exhaled heavily through his nose like a little calf, his face full of heartache.

Lost, completely lost!

His dad couldn't lift him up high, and couldn't build a swing either.

Having won a round, the little fellow was in a good mood, but he still kept a straight little face, looking very serious, and in a milky voice lectured his little friend.

"You shouldn't just go around saying things like giving your daddy away. If your dad found out, he'd be so sad."

Yi Jiang rubbed his little bottom, which was still stinging from the scolding, the pain making him want to bare his teeth, but he held it in.

He was going to be a big brother now, he absolutely couldn't lose face in front of his little sister!

Yi Jiang lowered his head and muttered softly.

"How could he possibly be sad."

Yu'an blinked.

"Of course he would!"

"Then think about it this way: if your daddy wanted to give you away, wouldn't you feel terrible?"

"Give me to who?!"

Yi Jiang suddenly looked up, his gaze burning, his big eyes shining, nodding hurriedly.

"Give me to your house? Okay, okay!"

That way he could still be Yu'an's big brother.

Yu'an: "…"

Chen Delin was both angry and helpless, and couldn't help but press a hand to his forehead.

Look at you, so cheap and eager, really just…

So embarrassing!

Meng Shi hurried forward and picked Yu'an up.

The main business was done, the two children were fine too, it was best to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible.

"Then we'll take our leave first."

Chen Delin nodded.

"I'll see Lady Da out."

"I'm going too!"

Yi Jiang had only just taken a step when his grandfather grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"You're not going."

Then he glanced at the steward.

"Escort the young master back to his room!"

Yi Jiang stamped her foot heavily at his retreating back, dissatisfied.

"So unfair!"

The steward shook his head, gave him a look that said he was on his own, then bent slightly and whispered to him.

"Young master, let's hurry back to your room. This old servant will help you apply the medicine."

That way, when the wound gets aggravated later, it won't hurt quite so much.

……

At the gate of the City Lord's Manor, a servant took some fodder and water to feed the Horse, but the white Horse didn't take a single bite.

Seeing this, Yu'an struggled a little and asked Grandmother to put him down.

Clip-clop-clip-clop, he ran over and took the dry grass from the servant's hands.

"I'll do it."

Big White, Second White, Third White, and Fourth White all need him to feed them at home before they'll eat.

Only when the white Horse saw Yu'an did it lower its head and start drinking.

"Big White has to eat properly, okay?"

Yu'an reached out and stroked the fur on the white Horse's neck.

The white Horse paused its drinking, nostrils flaring, as if in response, then raised its head and nuzzled the little fellow's hand before continuing to eat and drink.

Chen Delin stroked his beard at the sight, marveling repeatedly, and praised.

"Won't even glance at it if it's not from its master — truly worthy of a Ferghana Horse. Being sentient is one thing, but to actually acknowledge its master as well!"

He looked the white Horse up and down with curious admiration, his gaze falling on the somewhat worn hooves, and he shook his head regretfully.

"What a pity."

Hearing this, Cheng Chengxuan also sighed softly.

Earlier, to make haste on the road, they had indeed ridden Big White and the other three for a long time, and the hooves had worn down rather badly.

They still needed to buy a few more Horses as soon as possible, and let Big White and the others rest properly for a few months, otherwise he feared…

Hearing him say this, Yu'an also noticed, and the little fellow patted Big White's head with a heartbroken look.

He only wore socks running around the room, and it hurt so much when he stepped on something.

"Don't be afraid, Big White. When we get home, Yu'an will ask Mother to make some shoes for you too. Once you wear shoes, your feet won't hurt anymore."

Hearing these childish words, Chen Delin found it quite amusing and shook his head.

Truly just a little child — one idea after another. Who ever puts shoes on a Horse?

But Cheng Chengxuan beside him wore a thoughtful expression.

An Luo, beyond the screen, cried out in astonishment.

"Amazing, my Zaituan! You even thought of horseshoes!"

Yu'an's little mouth fell slightly open.

"Horse… shoe?"

Hearing his words, the Cheng Family members were startled.

Fearing Yu'an's secret would be exposed, Cheng Chengxuan quickly squatted in front of the little fellow and rubbed his small head.

"Our Yu'an is so clever. Did you mean to wrap the Horse's hooves with iron pieces to protect them?"

An Luo promptly drew the horseshoe, and when Zaituan saw it, he pursed his little mouth and copied the drawing on the ground with a dry grass stem.

"Make the shoes like this."

A few people gathered around and looked down at his drawing. The Cheng Family members knew the truth, so they weren't particularly excited.

But the more Chen Delin looked, the more astonished he became; the more he looked, the wider his eyes grew.

Goodness gracious, the Cheng Family's little girl is far too amazing!

"Truly worthy of being the Old Marquis's great-granddaughter — that cleverness is exactly cut from the same mold as the Old Marquis!"

Hearing this, the shy little fellow's small face instantly flushed red, and he lowered his head bashfully.

It was all Fairy Sister's doing, really!

The more Chen Delin looked at Yu'an, the more he liked him, and he couldn't help comparing him to his own troublesome grandson.

Clearly Yu'an is more than a year younger than Yi Jiang, yet how is it that a casual remark from him can lead to something so beneficial to the nation and its people?

Meanwhile, his own at home spent all day chasing cats and teasing dogs, climbing onto the roof and tearing off tiles every other day.

Is the gap between people really this vast?

At this moment, Chen Delin fell into deep self-doubt.

Could it really be that he and his son simply don't know how to raise children?

"In that case, regarding these horseshoes, please ask General Chen to arrange for craftsmen to give them a try."

Meng Shi picked Yu'an up and looked at Chen Delin, who was slightly distracted.

"Ah? Oh, alright, alright."

Chen Delin came back to himself and replied.

Yu'an smiled obediently and waved his little chubby paw at him.

"Goodbye, Grandpa Chen!"

"Alright, alright, come visit again when you have time!"

Chen Delin watched Yu'an with a beaming smile.

And so polite, too.

After watching their horse carriage drive off, he walked toward the courtyard in a daze.

Could it really be their problem?