Chapter 53

Chapter 53

In the Emperor Star, the most powerful central planet in the universe.

Within the Royal City.

The tutor was in a dilemma today.

The little prince, who had always been an exemplary student, had rebelled!

- This might be hard to believe.

Pang Qiu waved his chubby little hands in front of the desk, "I won't do it, I won't learn!"

The tutor wiped his sweat, "Little Prince, with such a heavy workload, it's better to preview and review early on, otherwise your martial arts classes will be affected."

Lesson after lesson after lesson.

Danjiao's ears were almost numb from hearing this word.

Pang Qiu wiped his eyes. "I'm not going to learn."

Handing Father back to Danjiao, the trafficker had kidnapped Danjiao and made him attend classes, wailing all the way!

That despicable trafficker knew he hated classes the most, so he made him attend in his place.

How wicked!

The tutor broke out into an even colder sweat. "Your father... Do you mean His Majesty? You want to find His Majesty?"

Then could he make a run for it first?

With one chubby hand propping up his cheek, Pang Qiu gazed at the sky. "I'm the one who pushed Father away. Don't you know that?"

Tutor: "..." He really didn't understand.

Regaining his composure, the tutor tried again. "Today's lesson is quite simple. It's just some political theory and cosmic arithmetic. Young Master has already completed these subjects. If you score well today, you won't have to study them anymore."

Danjiao's little head was about to explode from all the information.

The mention of arithmetic brings tears to my ears.

Pang Qiu's wails grew even louder, "Give me back my father!"

Tutor: ??

The young prince was clearly always a composed and self-possessed cub.

"The paper is quite straightforward, Your Highness will surely understand it at first glance."

A myriad of words, intricately intertwined.

There are also obscure topics that need deciphering.

Egg Jiao: "..."

Feeling utterly disheartened, "Since you can't take the exam, perhaps you should fry the danjiao."

The young one had teary eyes, his beautiful eyes brimming with tears, melting the teacher's heart with their tenderness.

Especially since the young prince was not one for coyness; this was his first time being so expressive to the outside world.

—If it weren't for the fact that he mentioned roasting him.

Tutor: ???

But how dare he?

Danjiao rubbed his eyes. "I'm not learning. I want to go pick up trash!"

Tutor: "Pick up trash... Your Highness, this, this... How can the crown prince of a country, the future emperor, casually mention something like picking up trash?"

Danjiao felt hopeless.

The gang of human traffickers turned out to be madmen.

And they kept addressing him as 'Your Highness' and 'crown prince.'

What kind of crown prince could Danjiao be? A Trash-Picking Crown Prince?

Danjiao covered his head with his plump little hands and sighed.

It was a clear display of disdain.

The private tutor: "..."

Little Pang Qiu gradually grasped the attitude of these people towards him; it indeed didn't resemble that of human traffickers.

Little Pang Qiu folded his arms and tentatively said, "No matter, I'm going to eat!"

After he said this, the teacher didn't dare to say much, seemingly quite conflicted.

As expected.

This place seemed to be inhabited by someone of high status or wealth, not an ordinary person's residence.

Danjiao put on an exaggerated show of leaving the room, but the tutor inside didn't rush out to stop him.

Just as well. After Human Trafficker Number One had left him here, Little Pang Qiu intended to seize this opportunity and make a direct escape.

Danjiao surveyed the surroundings and then despairingly realized – this place was enormous!

After all, he was still just a two-and-a-half-year-old cub, incapable of finding his way out on his own.

It was chaotic.

Upon hearing that he wanted to eat, the servant led him to the kitchen.

The cook, seeing him, smiled warmly, "Young Master."

In truth, since the Queen had left, he had barely had any direct contact with the King or Young Master.

Occasionally, he missed the bustling life of old.

Danjiao stroked his chin; this was the third person to address him in that manner.

He looked around and said, "I want to eat."

After the cub's thorough inspection, he confirmed it was just an ordinary kitchen with no hidden passages.

Typically, kitchens were situated within the palace compound, making it rather challenging for him to escape if he wished to.

Life was tough, Danjiao sighed inwardly.

The kitchen uncle couldn't help but be filled with affection upon seeing him. "Alright, alright, I'll make sure you're well-fed today!"

For some reason, this uncle seemed particularly cheerful. He turned around energetically to prepare something delicious for Danjiao.

As Danjiao caught the aroma, it all felt strangely familiar to him.

The young one approached and peered in. "Uncle, this smells so good."

Danjiao was quite sociable and could now easily engage in conversation with the uncle.

The kitchen uncle rubbed his head. "Why aren't you studying today? At this time, Little Prince should be learning his lessons."

Danjiao: "..."

The kitchen uncle clearly saw the young one's cheerful face instantly fall.

That adorable little face scrunched up in a frown.

Feeling that he had overstepped, Uncle Chef, who had been trying to make conversation, awkwardly scratched his cheek before turning back to continue preparing food for the chubby toddler.

Danjiao watched his actions and exclaimed, "Just like Daddy, you add vegetables too!"

Little Pang Qiu thought to himself that he only got to eat delicious meals at home; elsewhere, it was all nutrient solutions.

Uncle Chef's gaze immediately turned even more affectionate. "Missing him?"

Danjiao nodded. "Mmhmm."

Their conversation didn't quite match up, but they managed to continue talking nonetheless.

Uncle Chef now understood why the young prince had come to this area today – perhaps he missed Lu Wei.

Although he had no idea how the young prince had heard about Lu Wei's cooking style, it was clear that the child was referring to him.

Back when the Queen was still around, the kitchen had been his experimental playground, bustling with activity.

Having cheerfully fed the young prince, Danjiao was pleased to see him engaging in conversation with the maid Philia.

The head chef was a mix of emotions, unsure whether to feel relieved or not: "…"

After all, he carried the queen's bloodline; as he grew older, he became more and more like her.

Just look at his gregarious nature, who wouldn't say he's the queen's child?

Danjiao had no idea what the head chef was thinking about him. In truth, his focus had always been on the garden - it seemed the most likely exit at present.

Pang Qiu had a good memory and knew that he had come from the study, which was within the inner chambers. Thus, it couldn't be the direction for escape.

As Danjiao ate, he plotted his next move.

The attendants entered.

Once he finished his meal, the young Pang Qiu was escorted back to the study by the servants.

Danjiao's joy didn't last for ten minutes.

Back in the oppressive study room.

He hadn't even had time to properly examine his escape route before returning.

The tutor tried earnestly to convince him to attend class.

Danjiao blinked his eyes. "Teacher, there are many ways to evaluate a person. A child doesn't necessarily have to excel academically to be successful. Childhood is incredibly precious; it doesn't have to be solely filled with studying. As long as they choose a life they enjoy, that's all that matters."

Home tutor: ...

Well, you know what? You actually do make a good point.

But is this something a two-and-a-half-year-old should be saying?

The tutor questioned, "Is this not an excuse for Young Master to avoid classes?"

Danjiao: "..." Damn, he was caught.

Observing the slightest crack in Little Pang Qiu's composed expression, the tutor's eyes gradually narrowed.

There it is, there it is.

"Who told the young prince this?"

Danjiao replied, "Daddy said it, but I adapted it."

...?

The tutor was puzzled. ?

So His Majesty could utter such words after all.

To be honest, tutoring the young prince now felt more like teaching a mischievous yet clever child from a relative's family.

It invoked an identical sense of exhaustion.

The tutor declared, "You must finish your studies tonight."

A Decisive Stroke.

Danjiao stretched out his chubby little hand to cover his forehead, "I'm getting a headache, I definitely can't attend class now."

Tutor: This prince is beyond salvation, better call in the aide-de-camp.

The aide-de-camp had just passed this hot potato to the tutor, hoping that he would be fine that way.

But today's young prince seemed determined to cause trouble until he succeeded.

No sooner had the tutor taken over the 'little bomb' than an SOS distress signal came from the other side.

The aide-de-camp sighed deeply.

Tonight, the prince who had taken the wrong pills had turned into a 'little bomb', while the king was out causing more trouble.

It was truly a 'double dose of joy'.

Life was tough.

The aide let out another deep sigh.

Upon arriving at the young prince's chambers, he was greeted by a thunderous wailing and an exclamation—

"I'd rather pick up trash than attend these lessons!"

Aide: "..."

Maintaining a forced smile, the aide asked, "Your Highness, why the sudden desire to collect trash?"

With a cold gaze, Danjiao stared at the human trafficker and demanded, "Give my father back to me."

Adjutant: "Your Highness is currently out and might return tomorrow, I believe."

The plump boy stared at him without any reserve, like a tiny ferocious cub, his face flushed red, and his eyes slightly slanted, exuding a hint of fierceness.

Indeed, befitting of His Majesty's genes.

There's an innate sense of intimidation just from being glare at with such hostility.

The aide sighed. "By the time His Majesty returns, Prince Junior would have finished his studies."

Danjiao grumbled inwardly. "I want Father! I want to scavenge and catch insects!"

The aide didn't quite understand and could only interpret it based on his own thoughts.

"In a few days, there will be the Younglings' Training. Then, you can catch an insect."

Not to mention insects, there were all sorts of bizarre creatures to be found.

Danjiao sighed in frustration.

The trafficker's words were too abstract, answering randomly to everything. He hadn't understood a single sentence.

All he knew now was that Father wouldn't be back anytime soon.

With his chubby little hands, he knocked everything off the table. "I won't do it."

Danjiao wasn't someone who could be intimidated easily. Apart from being afraid of Father and doing things that would anger him, he was fearless.

The aide guessed that the young prince had completely lost control tonight, hence he wasn't willing to attend his lessons.

Indeed inexperienced in dealing with children, the aide steeled himself and asked, "How can I make the young prince stop crying?"

"I want to catch bugs!" Young Pang Qiu slid off the stool. "Look at this headache."

"The episode is recurring," the aide deduced.

He could only speculate that the young prince's unusual behavior today was related to his genetic illness.

As Little Pang Qiu strode outside, he said, "You're hard to understand."

"…" The feeling was mutual.

This exhaustion reminded him of conversing with Chili Pepper in the past.

The aide took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

The young prince, who was two and a half years old, had finally awakened the chili pepper's explosive gene.