Quan Zi hurriedly knocked on the door, "Young Master, they've arrived."
However, there was no response.
Seeing this, Quan Zi could only go to meet them helplessly.
Not far away, Zhan Xiaoli and the others raised their eyebrows when they saw a young servant running towards them, not Zhan Zichen.
Where was the Ning King's heir?
...
A servant brought a pot of brewed tea to the study.
Zhan Tianyu was reading a secret letter.
The servant saw him and said, "Your Highness, Night King's three sons have just arrived."
Zhan Tianyu heard this, put down the secret letter, and looked up at the servant, "Who accompanied them?"
"It's Qiu Lu, Night King's guard," the servant reported.
Zhan Tianyu's expression shifted, and he looked down at the secret letter in his hand, "They are this king's nephews, take good care of them. Zichen has just returned to the capital and doesn't have many friends, let them get along well. Inform me when they are leaving, and I will personally see them off."
The servant immediately acknowledged.
...
Quan Zi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He felt like needles were pricking his back. Although there were only three five-year-old children behind him, their aura was astonishing.
He always felt that even adults wouldn't possess such an aura.
He tried calling out again, "Young Master? Young Master?"
What was wrong with the Young Master today? In the past, if anyone outside made a slight noise, the Young Master would wake up. Why couldn't he wake him today despite repeatedly calling?
Could it be on purpose?
Intentionally making Night King's three sons wait for him?
This was clearly a show of dominance! But why did he feel that these three little ones behind him were different from the children his Young Master had met before?
They might not fall for this trick.
Yun Xiaojing chuckled, "Sleeping when the sun is high in the sky, could it be on purpose?"
"Let's go," Zhan Xiaoli said decisively.
Zhan Xiaofeng was a little angry. Were they treating them like children to be bullied? Sleeping at this hour, and not waking up no matter how much they called, there was no other reason besides it being intentional.
The three little ones decided to leave and immediately turned to go.
Their small steps were firm.
Quan Zi was astonished. They left? Just like that? Not only were they not suppressed by their young master, but they left?
"This, this, this..."
Just then, the door that had been tightly shut and silent moments ago opened.
Zhan Zichen, with no trace of sleepiness and a hint of anger on his face, walked out.
Being two or three years older than the trio, he was a few centimeters taller.
And because he had always been intelligent and proud, he barely acknowledged anyone.
However, upon seeing three faces even more handsome and striking than his own, Zhan Zichen clearly became unhappy.
He used to be the most handsome, with no child in the entire capital looking better than him.
Now, there were children who looked better than him, and three of them appeared at once. He felt unhappy.
Very dejected.
"Wait, I'm awake," he said coldly, calling out to the three.
Hearing this, Zhan Xiaoli and the others turned around.
They looked at Zhan Zichen.
Their cousin.
This was their first meeting.
The first impression was terrible.
Because Zhan Xiaoli heard Zhan Zichen thinking: "Although they look good, they must be stupid!"
"We won't disturb you; you can continue sleeping," Zhan Xiaoli said expressionlessly, very coolly.
This was the first time Zhan Zichen had encountered someone who didn't give him face. They had come, and now they were leaving just like that! Had they not considered waiting for him to wake up? He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not sleeping anymore. I invited you here because I wanted you to be my guests and get to know each other. I am your elder brother."
"Oh," Zhan Xiaoli said without emotion.
Yun Xiaojing smiled innocently, "I thought you were the younger brother and we were the older ones. We don't sleep in late anymore."
Zhan Xiaofeng, with his hands behind his back, was somewhat indifferent, unwilling to casually acknowledge kinship.
After this exchange, the three children's words made Zhan Zichen's eyes widen in anger, "You speak nonsense!"
His anger flared up!
"The Young Master stayed up very late last night practicing calligraphy, which is why he woke up late today. This is not usual," Quan Zi quickly defended his young master.
These three little ones were difficult to deal with!
Each one was more cunning than the last.
Zhan Zichen's eyes darted, he turned sideways, and pointed to the calligraphy sheets on the table inside, "I have to learn to write a hundred characters every day, and not only write them, but also remember what they are called."
He spoke and acted with extreme pride.
In the past, just saying this would elicit gasps of admiration and praise from others.
Few children his age could recognize a hundred characters in a day.
And then write them all from memory.
Zhan Xiaoli heard what Zhan Zichen was thinking and felt speechless. Was writing a hundred characters so impressive?
Yun Xiaojing blinked, not understanding what his cousin was so proud of.
Zhan Xiaofeng was confused. Shouldn't a hundred characters be easy?
The three little ones looked at each other, not understanding why being able to write and read a hundred characters was something to be so proud of, and why he had to tell them.
Seeing their indifferent expressions, Zhan Zichen felt like he had punched cotton. Didn't they know shame? Weren't they supposed to admire him? Why weren't they asking him how he did it?
An awkward silence fell.
Qiu Lu, who was standing guard, couldn't help but chuckle.
The Ning King's heir was too amusing.
He could tell that the Ning King's heir wanted to show off to the young masters, but they were all indifferent.
Of course, they would be indifferent! The young masters were also very smart.
"Come in and take a look. Yesterday, I not only wrote a hundred characters, but I also painted a picture. It's hanging there waiting to dry," Zhan Zichen was persistent. He didn't believe they wouldn't admire him!
He wanted them to feel deeply inferior.
In fact, the painting hanging on the wall was not from last night, but his most satisfactory work, which was why he brought it to the capital.
The three little ones walked in.
The room was magnificent.
More luxurious than the rooms they were staying in, with gilded items everywhere: gilded vases, gilded pillars, gilded tables...
It was too flashy.
They then looked at the painting Zhan Zichen had pointed to.
It was a landscape painting.
Distant mountains overlapped, and a waterfall cascaded down.
The three of them looked at it repeatedly.
They thought the painting was good.
Yun Xiaojing nodded, "It's painted very well."
If he were to paint, he would have no patience for landscapes. His favorite subjects were gold ingots and small animals.
Hearing Yun Xiaojing's praise, Zhan Zichen's expression finally relaxed, and he raised his chin with a somewhat arrogant posture, "It's just a casual painting. In fact, among my works, this is quite ordinary. You think it's good, but I find it really average. By the way, can you paint?"