Chapter 179: Little Demon King

Shocked, Ah Bao’s candied hawthorn fell from her hand, and she burst into tears.

This frightened all the older brothers.

“What’s wrong with the little princess? Does she have a toothache?”

“I don’t want to… I don’t want to go to school…”

[I just want to eat, drink, and make a lot of money in this life, not go to school and do homework.]

Everyone: “…”

So, the little princess cried because she didn’t want to go to school.

“You guys, you can’t even handle a child properly. Go to class!” The teacher was furious, looking at Ah Bao with great concern. “Put down the Tenth Princess and let me hold her.”

Luo Zifeng’s mouth twitched. The old-fashioned teacher scolded everyone, but seemed to particularly like Ah Bao.

After sending away the older boys, Ah Bao momentarily forgot about going to school.

After Di Rongjing finished his registration, the older boys were still in class.

“Wow, really a mute donkey. I thought I saw wrong just now.” A mocking voice came, and a little figure arrogantly appeared in front of Di Rongjing and Ah Bao.

Ah Bao and Di Rongjing were sitting on the steps waiting for Luo Zifeng to finish class. Looking up, they saw a child who looked about five or six years old standing before them.

Dressed in fine silk and satin, with a piece of yellow jade at his waist, the boy looked impressive.

Ah Bao blinked her big, shiny eyes. This child must be from the royal family.

But she had never seen such a pompous child in the palace.

Di Rongjing, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and trembled in fear.

After finishing her last hawthorn, Ah Bao wiped her mouth and smiled at Di Rongjing. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you.”

Di Rongjing felt a warmth in his heart, and his trembling gradually subsided.

“Big mute donkey with a little stutterer, hahaha, it’s so funny it’s killing me.” Rong Yimeng, hands on hips, pointed at Di Rongjing and Ah Bao, laughing so hard he was bending over.

A dark-skinned guard behind him snorted disdainfully.

“Who are you?”

“Me?” Rong Yimeng snorted. “I’m someone who could scare you to death if I told you! I’m the famous Rong Yimeng!”

[Easy to fool? What kind of ridiculous name is that?]

[And famous, really? How come I don’t know him? Where did this spoiled kid come from?]

Hearing their thoughts, Di Rongjing inexplicably wanted to laugh.

He pointed at Rong Yimeng and gestured a bit. Ah Bao had trouble understanding sign language.

“A mute is a mute, stop drawing. It’s annoying to look at. You little thing, you haven’t even heard of my name? Have you heard of the Rong Prince’s Mansion? That’s the only family with a different surname in the Tiansheng Dynasty!” Rong Yimeng was quite full of himself. “My grandfather is the Rong Prince. Our Rong Prince’s Mansion has been passed down for ten generations. I am the sole heir, the little young master of the Rong Prince’s Mansion.”

“Oh…”

“Just ‘oh’? You don’t look scared at all,” Rong Yimeng said, a bit disappointed.

[Does this brat think he’s really impressive? Just because he’s the only heir of a different surname? He must be spoiled by his family.]

Di Rongjing took Ah Bao’s little hand, ready to leave.

Rong Yimeng was a troublemaker, and his sister might be bullied here.

“Mute donkey, stop right there! Who told you to leave?” Rong Yimeng blocked Di Rongjing’s path and pushed him.

Ah Bao widened her eyes, quickly pushing back.

Rong Yimeng probably didn’t expect such a small child to push back. Caught off guard, he fell directly onto the ground with a thud.

He squatted on the ground, landing on his backside.

The guard hurried forward, showing a clenched fist to Ah Bao.

Di Rongjing shielded Ah Bao behind him, glaring fiercely at the guard.

“Big Fat, hit her, hit her! She dared to push me.” Rong Yimeng, who had grown up in a honey jar, had several servants and maids around him. He had just returned to the capital from elsewhere and hadn’t gone into the palace with his parents but went straight to the academy to play.

He saw Di Rongjing, whom he had bullied every time he visited the palace because Di Rongjing couldn’t speak.

Di Rongjing was a prince, and Rong Yimeng was just a young master!

Knowing that Di Rongjing didn’t want to meet people and couldn’t tell anyone about the bullying, Rong Yimeng had made it a habit to bully him.

He had come to expect Di Rongjing to act as his little brother.

This was why Di Rongjing was afraid of him.

This time, he didn’t expect Di Rongjing to have a one-year-old little sister with him.

Di Rongjing protected Ah Bao closely and directly yanked the purple jade from Ah Bao’s waist.

While the yellow jade was indeed a royal treasure, purple jade was even more valuable.

Only the highest-ranking empress dowager in the palace would wear purple jade, while even the emperor would wear yellow jade.

Rong Yimeng’s eyes fixed on the purple jade, and the guard was so scared his legs went weak. “Young Master, that’s… purple jade!”

“So what if it’s purple jade? I also have yellow jade,” Rong Yimeng said.

“Master, don’t you remember what Madam Rong used to say when telling you stories?” The guard reminded him.

Rong Yimeng tilted his head. “I think my mother said that there are only two pieces of purple jade in the Tiansheng Dynasty. My grandmother has one, and the other one, I don’t know who it belongs to.”

“No, there’s only one! Our Tiansheng Dynasty seems to have only one. Young Master, you remember it wrong.” The guard quickly corrected him, recalling how Madam Rong had told this story.

Madam Rong’s purple jade was a family heirloom, while the palace’s purple jade was a national treasure. They were different.

One had a dragon, and the other had a flood dragon.

“Oh, I know who this little girl is now. You must be the one from the palace, right?” Rong Yimeng snorted. “I heard the palace has a little princess. You must be the Tenth Princess?”

Ah Bao looked at Rong Yimeng, [This kid is really dumb. How did it take him so long to figure out who I am?]

The guard prepared to step back, realizing he might have threatened the Tenth Princess.

Oh no!

This could cost him his head.

Unexpectedly, the young master made a foolish comment. “What’s so great about the Tenth Princess? I bully princes just the same.”

The young master was very arrogant. “Big Fat, stop dawdling. Hit Di Rongjing, hit Di Jiaoyang, hit them all!”

The guard didn’t dare to move. Even if he had a hundred times more courage, he wouldn’t dare hit a prince or princess.

Ah Bao narrowed her eyes. [Want to fight? Bring it on, who’s afraid?]

She rolled up her sleeves.

Seeing her stance, Rong Yimeng said, “Hey, you’re trying to challenge me? Watch me beat you into submission!”

Rong Yimeng was a bit plumper and taller than Di Rongjing, and he was quite serious when it came to fighting.

He started throwing punches and slaps.

Di Rongjing saw Rong Yimeng about to hit Ah Bao and became anxious.

He stepped up to protect Ah Bao. Unlike before, Di Rongjing, who usually didn’t resist, now fought back fiercely against Rong Yimeng. The two boys wrestled with each other.

However, Di Rongjing was no match for Rong Yimeng, who soon had Di Rongjing pinned down. He then arrogantly glared at Ah Bao and swung a punch toward her.

Sister!

Di Rongjing’s eyes turned red with desperation, almost in tears.