Chapter 180: The Little Royal Prodigy

But he couldn’t get up.

Ah Bao used all her strength to hold onto Rong Yimeng’s fist, using her whole body to block his force.

She let out a grunt and bit down hard on Rong Yimeng’s hand.

“Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it’s killing me! Get off, get off!” Rong Yimeng tried to shake Ah Bao off, but Ah Bao clung tightly to his arm, not letting go or releasing her bite.

Ah Bao’s mouth was filled with blood—Rong Yimeng’s blood.

The guard was also stunned. This little princess was really fierce. He stepped in to pull them apart but couldn’t separate Di Jiaoyang.

Luo Zifeng, who had been distracted from class and couldn’t rest easy about Ah Bao and Di Rongjing, ran out and saw this scene.

“Ah Bao!” Luo Zifeng stepped forward.

Ah Bao’s small teeth tore a piece of skin from Rong Yimeng’s palm. The little girl’s eyes were cold, like a small killing machine.

Rong Yimeng cried out in agony, attracting a lot of attention. “Ah ah ah, it hurts so much! You damned girl, you bit me and tore off a piece of my skin! I’m going to beat you to death, beat you to death!”

Ah Bao spat and said, “Hmph! Come on, who’s afraid of whom…”

[This brat needs to be taught a lesson!]

[If my teeth were fully grown, I’d bite your hand off next time!]

“What’s going on? Is there a fight?”

“Oh my, my little princess, why are you all dirty?”

“Who upset our little princess?”

“Little princess, my dear, what happened? Who dared to hurt our little treasure?”

Di Zian’s classmates swarmed out and quickly formed a protective circle around Ah Bao.

Ah Bao pouted, her cheeks puffed up like a little balloon.

Di Rongjing got up from the ground, looking at Ah Bao’s cold expression, and embraced her.

“Wuwuwu…”

Sister, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you well. Wuwuwu.

Why can’t he speak? At the critical moment, he couldn’t even call out to his sister.

Today, he almost caused his sister to be beaten.

Di Rongjing’s heart was breaking.

“Young Master, are you fighting with the Ninth Prince and the Tenth Princess?” Luo Zifeng’s brows furrowed, and his tone became serious.

Rong Yimeng, with his hands on his hips and his round belly puffed up with anger, said, “They’re both big fools! The big mute donkey with a little stutterer, and the little stutterer even bit me.”

It hurt so much.

If Big Fat hadn’t come to pull him away just now, his hand might have been badly injured.

“Young Master, she is the Tenth Princess. How dare you?”

“Hmph, so what if she’s a princess? She’s the only Tenth Princess in the Tiansheng Dynasty, and I’m the only young master in the Tiansheng Dynasty. We’re both unique, so why should I give in to her?”

“Give in?!” Ah Bao glared coldly at Rong Yimeng.

Rong Yimeng instinctively shrank his neck, scared inside, but being a troublemaker, he wouldn’t show it. However, he was clearly nervous in front of Luo Zifeng and the others.

“Hmph, even if I don’t give in, you can’t beat me, little stutterer. If you have the guts, speak up. If you can’t even speak clearly, don’t try to fight with me,” Rong Yimeng made a face at Ah Bao and quickly grabbed the guard, fearing that Ah Bao would charge at him.

This brat really had a fierce bite.

“What’s everyone doing?” The teacher approached and saw blood at the corner of Ah Bao’s mouth. “Tenth Princess, what happened?”

The teacher was heartbroken.

He had never seen the little girl like this—cold and fierce.

“It’s his,” Ah Bao said indifferently, wiping it clean.

The teacher: ???

Looking at Rong Yimeng’s injured hand, he understood. Oh, it’s the young master’s blood. It almost scared him to death.

“Young Master, did you come to the Imperial College just to fight with the princess? You… Sigh, go back quickly. Where are the people from the Rong Mansion?” The teacher was displeased. This young master was a notorious troublemaker in the capital.

The only heir of the Rong Mansion, Rong Taifei cherished him like a treasure.

“Hmph, I’m going to tell my grandmother. That little stutterer bullied me. You wait, don’t run away,” Rong Yimeng threatened Ah Bao with a raised fist and quickly ran away with the guard.

Everyone: …

Ah, he’s still just a troublemaker.

On the way back, Di Rongjing wiped his tears. This was the first time Ah Bao had ever seen Di Rongjing cry since they had known each other.

“Ninth Brother, why are you crying?”

[Ninth Brother, are you scared of Rong Yimeng? That troublemaker, if no one else can handle him, can’t I? Wait until he gets what’s coming to him!]

Di Rongjing smiled through his tears, patting Ah Bao’s small shoulder.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of Rong Yimeng, but he was worried about his sister being beaten by Rong Yimeng today.

Although his concern seemed unnecessary, it made Di Rongjing realize a very serious problem.

Whenever danger approached, he couldn’t protect his sister. Di Rongjing sighed inwardly, feeling that these six years had been in vain.

“Ninth Brother, porridge, porridge,” Ah Bao said, pointing to another alley. Luo Zifeng, walking ahead of them, followed when he saw the two little ones turning the corner.

On the other side.

Rong Mansion.

As soon as Rong Yimeng stepped into the mansion, his frightened and tear-streaked face immediately scrunched up, and he began to wail loudly, “Wuwuwu, Grandmother, help me! Someone bullied me!”

Rong Taifei came out, hearing her little grandson crying. “What happened, Meng’er? Oh my dear, why are you crying? Who bullied you?”

Rong Yimeng threw himself into Rong Taifei’s arms, hugging her waist with his chubby little arms, crying heartbrokenly, “Grandmother, am I still your grandson, the only heir of our Rong Mansion?”

“Of course you are,” she thought it would be nice if the Rong Mansion had another heir.

“Someone hit me and even bit me. Look, a big piece of skin was bitten off my hand. Wuwuwuwu, it hurts so much.” Rong Yimeng cried with tearful eyes, holding out his hand for Rong Taifei to see.

The bloody piece of skin, revealing raw flesh and already swollen, was painful even for an adult to look at, let alone a child.

Rong Taifei’s heart skipped a beat. “Who did this? This is simply outrageous!”

Rong Yimeng’s eyes darted around, and he snorted, “It was Di Jiaoyang!”

“You said… who?” The surname Di? The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall. Was there such a person in the imperial family?

“The Tenth Princess.”

Rong Taifei: ????? Ah?

“Grandmother, you have to stand up for me.”

“But the Tenth Princess is only one year old, isn’t she?” A one-year-old child could do something this cruel?

“Grandmother, isn’t it more important to address that the Tenth Princess bit me rather than how old she is?” Rong Yimeng stopped crying and looked at Rong Taifei with a resentful gaze.

“Meng’er, Grandmother is asking you, why did the princess bite you?”

“Hmph, it’s because she couldn’t beat me.”

“You fought with the little princess?” Rong Taifei was stunned. This???