The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

409 Don’t Become Impulsive and Beat Someone Up Again!

Bai Yi broke out in profuse sweat.

How could the emperor not see the reason for the fight between Ye Siming and Song Qiyuan?

He quickly cupped his hands. “Your Majesty, this subject didn’t teach my son well. In the future, this subject will definitely reinforce discipline on him!”

Gu Yihan chuckled. “What discipline? I think this is very good! The way he beats up someone without any explanation when he suspects that the person had treated Baby Nuo badly is exactly what I want!”

Bai Yi was stunned. “Huh?”

He looked up and realized that Gu Yihan was smiling with his handsome eyebrows raised, looking a little pleased.

Gu Yihan held his head. “Ever since Baby Nuo was born, I’ve been fulfilling my promise not to kill the innocent.

However, when he saw Song Quan, she felt that he had a suspicious face. Fortunately, Nuo’er was fine this time. If anything happened to Nuo’er…

“I’ll skin him first, let alone having Marquis Yongye wanting to hit him. Therefore, Bai Yi, don’t forget the reason I had chosen Ye Siming to be Gu Nuo’er’s guard back then.

“It’s precisely because he is impersonal and unreasonable that I had taken a fancy to him. I want him to only become a sharp sword to protect Nuo’er! Whoever offends Nuo’er will have their head cut off!”

After saying that, Gu Yihan felt satisfied.

“You should treat him better too. Last time, I asked you to buy him a few more clothes. Don’t always have him dress like an assassin. There have been a lot of improvements in the past few days. As his foster father, you should put in more effort.”

Bai Yi felt inexplicable.

Why was the emperor starting to be defensive of Siming?!

Bai Yi nodded, trembling. This subject will remember this.”

“You can take your leave. I still have to play the jianzi1 with Baby Nuo.”

Bai Yi silently left the hall.

Ye Siming was waiting for him under the corridor with his hands behind his back.

When he saw Bai Yi come out, he glanced sideways, his eyes filled with arrogance.

“Did the emperor reprimand you?” Ye Siming asked.

Bai Yi paused. “His Majesty… praised you for having done well.”

Ye Siming sneered. “Then why are you still wearing such a grim face? Let’s go. I’ll treat you to a drink.”

After saying that, he went forward and placed his hand on Bai Yi’s shoulder.

Eunuch Chunshou was secretly surprised.

Why did this pair not look like foster father and foster son but like a pair of good brothers?

Bai Yi’s firm and strong face was filled with rejection. “Siming! You must not be rude. You…”

“Alright, Old Bai, I’m happy today, so let’s not talk about such troublesome things.”

“Don’t be rash and beat people up again! This isn’t good.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you after I beat them up next time.”

Bai Yi became anxious. “You!”

Ye Siming changed the topic. “The last time I accompanied Gu Nuo’er to buy pastries, I realized that there’s a shop that makes good date paste. I’ll bring you to go try it.”

As the two of them spoke, they walked further and further away.

After this incident, the Song Family became much more obedient.

During class in the state school, Song Youqing, the youngest daughter of the Song Family, would choose to take a detour when she saw Gu Nuo’er.

After being beaten up, Song Qiyuan finally understood the difference between him and Ye Siming.

Whenever he had free time, he would practice martial arts diligently every day.

One day, he would make Ye Siming lose to him!

On the other hand, the fifth prince had benefited from having been through a disaster.

The official in charge of procurement, Fu Wang, was sacked for not differentiating public and private matters.

However, the Minister of Works, Hang Tongfu, still remembered the favor Gu Zichen had given him for saving his life.

There were a few times when he wrote a letter asking the emperor to arrange for the fifth prince to come to the Ministry of Works.

Gu Yihan listened to Gu Nuo’er’s suggestion and agreed to let Gu Zichen go to the Ministry of Works to “gain experience”.

There were a few times when Gu Nuo’er went to the Ministry of Works to watch the commotion.

He realized that Gu Zichen was surrounded by a group of old officials from the Ministry of Works.

“Your Highness, your painting is actually very good. May I ask if this attic is for the emperor or the empress?”

Gu Zichen smiled gently. “It’s for my younger sister, Nuo’er.”