Chapter 3, The Foolish Prince

They are reclusive, timid, and innocent

Standing at the door, one does not need to listen intently to hear the howling sound of the pork honor, which is akin to that of a pig. It goes without saying that it must have been beaten by Chief Hong.

The little girl beside me is pale and emaciated, with disheveled hair covering her head; the only thing that draws attention is her bright and innocent eyes

They are not afraid of the prince; what they fear is the fierce and malevolent Chief Steward Hong

Only the wealthy or the noble can operate a dyeing workshop

Let alone the prince's residence

Sun Wukong

Hong Ying glanced at him, feeling that the conversation was completely off track, and the more they talked, the more exhausting it became

Again, I asked him if he knows how to use a needle

Parents often scare them with words, like the little Guan Zi in the alley next door, who almost choked after being beaten for climbing over the wall of the Wang family estate

The adults sighed in regret, while the children wore expressions of frustration, yet even in their ignorance, they would not follow Lin Yi into the royal palace.

A dozen or so children surrounded Lin Yi, all talking at once

Tang Seng saw that he was about to strike again, and in his anger, he recited the Tightening Spell, causing Wukong to fall to the ground in pain. The White Bone Spirit, upon witnessing this, secretly chuckled to herself from the side. Wukong, enduring the pain, struggled to rise and struck the monster dead with a single blow

The crowd erupted in laughter

"You scared me to death!" Lin Yi said as he swatted a mosquito. "Why are you walking without making any sound now?"

Just as I was about to smile at the thought of joy, I suddenly felt a chill!

This girl is a cripple; if she can find a husband in the future, it would be considered a great blessing

Even the Imperial Garment Bureau only employs palace maids

Not worse than others

"Good child, keep it for yourself." Hong Ying said with a smile as he patted her head

Master

The bright moon hangs in the air, and Lin Yi sits in the middle of the pavilion, always feeling as if he could reach out and touch it

What a considerate child, yet he happens to be a cripple

Yes. Hong Ying's eyes twitched slightly, but he did not refute Lin Yi's words

I want to hear the story of Asura

Prince ... ...

At that time, I only heard their young prince saying in a childish voice, "How can one cultivate the Sunflower Manual without using a needle?"

You are despicable

My lord, I wish to hear about Erlang Shen

Pork Rong, when given a bit of color, do you think you can open a dyeing workshop?

The two children did not gather around Lin Yi to listen to the story, but instead stood obediently in front of Hong Ying.

Lin Yichao apologized to the passerby with a slight bow and then stood up, saying, "Today's storytelling session will come to an end."

Bang

Prince ... ...

He has never even heard of it

Hong Ying himself did not even realize when he had started to adopt the manner and tone of speech of the prince in his own family, to the extent that even his catchphrases were strikingly similar.

Master? Who is your master!" Hong Ying sneered.

Feeling a chill all over from Hong Ying's gaze, he still steeled himself and bent down respectfully, saying, "Master!"

After reaching adulthood, most remain in the orphanage

The children were captivated, while the vendors nearby and the passersby held their breath, fearing they might miss a thrilling moment

Hong Yingzheng was about to reprimand her when the young girl suddenly stretched out her hands, presenting a yellow fried cake in front of him, and then looked at him with an expression full of anticipation

Hong Ying ultimately did not speak the hard words, and inadvertently glanced at the young girl's right foot

Seeing Lin Yi sitting at the door, the children in the alley all rushed out in a swarm

"Xiao An, come here," Lin Yi waved at the young girl and said with a smile, "As a person, you must strive for self-improvement. Study diligently under your master, and in the future, you will be no worse than anyone else."

Lin Yi glanced over and smiled, saying, "Xiao Yingzi, your stitching technique has improved remarkably. The stitches are hardly visible now."

The pig emerged with a swollen nose and face, yet it still wore a smile, to the point that its eyes were no longer visible.

Hong Ying suddenly appeared behind Lin Yi

"Alright, you all, go ponder in the courtyard," Lin Yi chuckled silently to himself as he listened from the side, waving his hand at Hong Ying and saying, "With your little bit of half-baked skill, how can you still have the audacity to keep it hidden?"

I raised my head and saw the gaze of Hong Ying sweeping over.

"Chief Hong." In the alley, the butcher Rong trotted over, his face full of joviality, bowing and nodding to Hong. "I am unable to grasp this Five Steps Fist, please offer your guidance."

Master! The young girl is still holding her hands up, showing no intention of lowering them

It is unfortunate that my parents do not understand compassion, making the days ahead difficult to endure

Hong Yingxian, as if presenting a treasure, bent down to spread open a pair of bright yellow silk shorts, displaying them before Lin Yi

Your Highness, this is a pair of trousers made for you by me. Please see if they fit well.

In the height of summer

He certainly will not!

Just as I stepped over the threshold of the ear door, I couldn't help but turn back and shout at the woman at the meat stall, "I will be back shortly, keep an eye on the stall."

Most of the children in the orphanage have congenital diseases such as Down syndrome, cerebral palsy, heart disease, deafness, and cleft lip. Those who are as fortunate as him, with all limbs intact, are extremely rare

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness." Hong Ying was at a loss whether to laugh or cry

Zhu Rou was momentarily taken aback and forced a smile, saying, "Director Hong, you think too highly of me. My skills are merely sufficient for selling pork; how could I possibly run a dyeing workshop!"

Nowadays, the Sunflower Manual has certainly not been mastered, as there is no such martial art in the world; however, he has already become extraordinarily skilled with a sewing needle!

Although he can no longer be considered a man, what does it mean for him to spend all day sewing and mending clothes with a needle

You eat, we do not eat at home

If he can afford to open a dyeing workshop, he will definitely walk around confidently in Ankang City

The wife of the pork merchant, fearing to alarm the prince, did not dare to scold loudly, nor did she dare to chase into the royal palace. She could only swallow her anger and, with her head bowed, spat on the ground.

"Oh dear, your noise has made my head explode," Lin Yi raised his hands and said helplessly, "Don't come too close to me, I'm all sweaty. What are you trying to achieve!"

The three-year-old prince asked him if he knows the Sunflower Manual

Lin Yi spoke passionately, gesturing animatedly with his hands and feet

Lin Yi took a sip of tea and continued, "In a few days, I will be heading south. Make sure everyone in the residence is arranged; those who wish to accompany me can come along, while those who do not can stay behind to look after the house. There will be no coercion, including for you as well."

Seeing this poor little girl, he once again thought of the friends from the orphanage who had grown up with him

Thus, he feels a natural and heartfelt sense of closeness to this girl who has difficulty moving

A shiver ran through my entire body, and I immediately pressed my lips together, lowering my head and silently following behind Hong Ying.

The sides of the road were crowded with pedestrians, making the road impassable, and all that could be heard was someone shouting, "Everyone, please make way."

A fair-skinned child with two horn-like pigtails boldly spoke

Then he stared at the two children in front of him

Upon hearing Lin Yi's words, Hong Ying instinctively wanted to go over and drive the children away, but considering the temperament of his own prince, he ultimately refrained from doing so

I still remember the first time I met the prince; he was thirteen years old that year

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father

"Master, this is delicious, it's left for you," the little girl said in a sweet voice

Zhurong was taken aback, thinking to himself that this prince had lost his mind again

Pork Rong's wife scolded him angrily