Chapter Sixteen: The Four Young Masters

  Dressed and washed up, Ziling hugged a certain small cute beast and opened the door to meet a refreshing breeze blowing towards her. The warm sunlight shone on her face without being dazzling, giving her a comfortable feeling that made her feel refreshed and invigorated.

  "Squid Uncle, good morning." Zi Ling's little friend was very polite in her greeting, and then continued to ask: "Is it Father who asked Squid Uncle to take me to the Taifu Pavilion to study?"

  You Yu only thought that the little girl in front of him was just babbling, couldn't pronounce the word "domain" clearly, but he didn't expect that the seemingly cute and polite little girl in front of him would deliberately call him a squid.

  "Young master, you must not call Yu Weiyu uncle again. From now on, just call her Yu Weiyu!" The crown prince had already given this little girl a noble status, how could he be her uncle? Wouldn't that blur the distinction between superior and inferior?

  "But I still like calling you Squid Uncle." She tilted her head, and a pair of small deer-like eyes sparkled with puzzlement.

  In ancient times, she naturally understood it, but because she understood it, she had to pretend not to understand it. Due to age restrictions, many things that she originally understood, she now has to pretend not to understand.

  Yu Yu lowered his head and looked at her with a warm smile on his face, which contained about 70% bitter smile: "Young master, you are now of high status, please don't like calling your subordinates uncle anymore, otherwise the subordinate will be in trouble."

  In the past, His Highness didn't give him a title as Young Master, so it was fine when he called him uncle. Now that His Highness has given him the title of Young Master, if he still doesn't know his place and lets the Young Master call him uncle, he will die miserably.

  Zi Ling furrowed her delicate little eyebrows, blinked twice, and said: "Okay! From now on, I'll still call Squid Uncle as Squid!"

  "Hmm, young master, you're quite understanding." Yu Wei felt a great sense of relief in his heart and stood up, not forgetting to praise the young master.

  A little girl rolled her eyes and thought: "Cut it out, stop flattering me..."

  As I walked through the vermilion corridor, four handsome young men with different demeanors approached from a distance. They wore red, white, blue and orange brocade robes, each with a piece of fine sheep fat white jade at their waist.

  These four handsome young men are all of exceptional appearance, and walking together, they seem like a beautiful landscape.

  As they walked over, Ziling could clearly feel that the four handsome young men had simultaneously placed their gaze on her small face, as if sizing her up from head to toe.

  "Is she the little girl that the crown prince brought back to raise?" The beautiful young man wearing a light green shirt like bamboo spoke up, his face was delicate and refined, with a shallow gaze that had an air of pride like bamboo.

  "Yes, young master." You Yu said.

  "This little kid is quite a sweet and lovely person, not bad, really not bad." The orange-clad beautiful young man had a pair of eyes like autumn water, speaking with a gentle smile.

  "The doll looks good, the small beast in her arms also looks good, it's as lovely and delicate as its owner. It's really likable." A young man in a red brocade robe with black eyes like peach blossoms, his bright red lips like cherries after the rain, his voice was charming and seductive, but what he said...

  Zi Ling sneered in her heart. Did this young man in red really think she was a six-year-old child? Couldn't he hear that he was comparing her to a small beast?

  She lifted her small face and gave the beauty in red a sweet smile: "Moldy sister, Ling'er thinks you're more beautiful than a potato."

  The boy in red clothes stared at the two buck teeth in the little girl's mouth, just about to laugh, when she called out "Sister Mei" and he was taken aback.

  Dirty? Whore? Cut off? What does it mean?

  Before the red-clothed handsome young man could speak, the white-clothed handsome young man beside him squatted down in front of Ziling and said with a faint smile: "Ling'er, I didn't quite catch what you just said, can you say it again?"

  The white-clothed young man's voice was pleasant to hear, like a spring breeze on the face, warm and elegant. His appearance was a kind of dust-free beauty, like a delicate and intoxicating orchid, making people feel very comfortable watching him.

  Swallow, gulp down saliva.

  Zi Ling smiled and said: "White-clothed brother, just now Ling'er said that the red-dressed sister is much more beautiful than a potato."

  The little girl's slender fingers pointed at the red-clothed handsome young man, and then pointed at the small Meng beast in her arms.

  A certain little beast saw its master pointing at itself, and immediately happily shook its ears, then lifted up its fluffy beast face towards "Red-clothed Sister" and showed off its sharp teeth with a smile. This beastly smile almost made the beautiful young man in red clothes jump with anger.

  All around, laughter rose and fell in a joyful cadence, but only the young man in red clothes had an angry flush on his handsome face.