novelraw Chapter 262
Chapter 262
Chapter 262: Argument
Xiao Anzi had followed Wei Yu since childhood and had never been apart from him for as long as this time.
Not to mention anything else, just from a psychological perspective, Xiao Anzi, who had the kind of motherly mindset towards His Highness, found it hard to bear.
In the past six months, Xiao Anzi thought every day in the mansion whether his His Highness had been bullied by someone, whether he had eaten well, whether he had slept well… in short, he selectively forgot Wei Yu's past days of deceiving others and only knew that his His Highness was fragile and incapable of taking care of himself!
This thought was deeply rooted in Xiao Anzi’s heart. Even though everyone thought the Ninth Wise King hid his talents and was not easy to mess with, he never changed his mind.
He originally thought his His Highness was fragile and unable to take care of himself. Now that Wei Yu had returned, and seeing that he looked tanner by a degree, after imagining for half a year that his His Highness had suffered, Xiao Anzi couldn’t help but feel heartbroken!
Xiao Anzi knelt on the ground, tightly holding onto Wei Yu’s leg, refusing to let go. "Your Highness, your legs have gotten thinner! I don’t care—I must go with you no matter where you go out next time!"
“Pff, what nonsense are you talking about!”
Wei Yu glared at him. “You really think your master is made of iron? If I go out again, after the next trip, I might as well just not come back!”
One half-year trip is a vacation, two half-year trips are torment, and three and I’ll really become the exclusive official assigned by my dad to handle affairs! Wei Yu was really tired. Now he just wanted to stay at the mansion, munch on sunflower seeds, drink cold drinks, and seize the chance to play on his tablet…
As for whether the old man would cause more trouble, that could wait until later.
Looking at the dirty, crying Xiao Anzi, Wei Yu twitched his leg. "Hey, stop crying. You’re the chief steward of our mansion; you can’t cry like this. If people see you like this, what dignity does the chief steward still have?"
“Hmph.”
Xiao Anzi turned away and sulked, muttering, “What kind of chief steward am I? You go out and don’t even take me with you…”
Wei Yu bent down and tilted his head to look at him, suddenly smiling widely. “Really angry now? It’s because I value you. You see, if all of us left, what would happen to this mansion? It must be you, Xiao Anzi, the chief steward, who can handle it well!”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Anzi’s eyes lit up and he immediately perked up.
“This Hong Zhong and Bai Ban are good! They’re capable! They go! I’ll follow you!”
Excited, his already sharp voice became even shriller.
Coincidentally, Hong Zhong and Bai Ban, who were bringing in the grooming tools, …
The two entered with poker faces, silently put down the tools, and then each expressed their opinions in front of Wei Yu.
Bai Ban said: “My body is strong; I can run errands for Your Highness.”
Hong Zhong said: “I don’t talk much, so I won’t bother Your Highness.”
Xiao Anzi, offended by the implied insinuation that he’s weak and talkative, snorted heavily and clung to Wei Yu’s leg, puffing out his chest, “I am the chief steward! Your Highness depends on me the most!”
Bai Ban said coolly, “I can make fire and cook, wash clothes and sew, make thirty-two kinds of pastries, and also appraise paintings and calligraphy with Your Highness.”
Hong Zhong added, “I can write on behalf of Your Highness, manage the accounts for Your Highness, and help with any books Your Highness doesn’t want to read.”
Xiao Anzi: …
Fang Sheng: …
The three subordinates left at home were eagerly recommending themselves one after another; Wei Yu, who was being argued over, looked left and right and scratched his chin, feeling extremely conflicted.
What to do?
It seemed that Hong Zhong and Bai Ban were indeed more practical than Xiao Anzi!
Xiao Anzi’s face turned red with anger.
He glared at Hong Zhong and Bai Ban, wanting to speak but hesitating, unable to think of what he himself could do.
Seeing Xiao Anzi’s eyes redden again as if he was about to cry out of anger, Wei Yu was about to speak, but Xiao Anzi spoke first.
“I have money!”
Xiao Anzi straightened his chest, turned to Wei Yu, and confidently replied, “Your Highness, I have money! Yes, I am rich! Much richer than when I was in the palace! Your Highness, my money can definitely support you!”
Wei Yu, being supported, …
Noticing Fang Sheng’s strange look, that look as if he was looking at a shameless scammer who didn’t even spare the servant’s money, made Wei Yu feel like he had been pierced in the chest by an arrow.
He’s not like that!
This wasn’t something he intended to deceive about!
He had no idea Xiao Anzi had this great desire to support him!
Wei Yu felt wronged and opened his mouth, “Ahem, Xiao Anzi, that money you should use yourself. Your Highness has money, it’s not yet time to use your money. If worst comes to worst, we can save it for later when needed, alright?”
Knowing each other well, Wei Yu didn’t think Xiao Anzi actually had that much money.
How much could the chief steward of the prince’s mansion earn per month? Didn’t he know? He was the one who gave them their wages at first!
But Wei Yu was already satisfied that Xiao Anzi had such a heart; after all, all these years, his care had not been in vain.
Yes, the child has grown up and become sensible, really good.
Not hearing any refusal from His Highness, Xiao Anzi thought His Highness might really use his money one day and seriously nodded, “Yes, I understand. I will definitely save money carefully!”
Look at it—without me, Xiao Anzi, by his side, His Highness had become so thin!
Sure enough, Fang Sheng is not a considerate person. He must be poor; otherwise, why would his His Highness turn darker and thinner after going out?!
Xiao Anzi grumbled in his heart.
He would save more money and fatten up his His Highness again!
Xiao Anzi and Hong Zhong and Bai Ban argued a lot more, but Wei Yu wouldn’t go out again for now, so on that basis, Wei Yu sent them off to play on the side. He wanted to wash up and rest.
Unfortunately, just after Wei Yu finished washing, changed clothes, and was about to lie down and rest a bit, his Eighth Brother came over.
“Ninth Brother! Ninth Brother!”
Hearing his Eighth Brother’s voice suddenly, Wei Yu immediately raised his head.
“Eighth Brother?!”
“Ninth Brother?”
Eighth Prince followed the sound into the room; seeing Wei Yu lying on the bed, he immediately happily ran over.
“Ninth Brother, you finally came back!”
Eighth Prince hugged Wei Yu with one arm and patted his back heavily with the right hand, overwhelmed with joy, “You’ve been away for so long, I missed you so much! Jing'an too— you don’t know, before New Year, Jing'an was crying, worried that you suffered in Huzhou…”
Upon the sudden reunion, Eighth Prince had so much to say.
Wei Yu smiled and listened, occasionally asking a couple of questions in between. The atmosphere between the brothers was very harmonious.
“Only you who came back? What about Third Brother? Did you finish everything in Huzhou? How is Eldest Brother over there?”
After saying many things, Eighth Prince asked about the main matters again.
Wei Yu: “The disaster relief in Huzhou is almost done; Third Brother is still finishing up. As for Eldest Brother, he is still in Donghai Commandery. When I came back, he was investigating everything in Donghai Commandery, still not sure if Eldest Brother went to pursue Cao Ji or not.”