Chapter 204

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Emperor Lin has always adorned those with talents. From these words alone, his impression towards his stupid son had improved slightly. After looking at the piece of parchment, he asked, "Besides your name, can you write any other words?"

Lin Zhanyuan glanced at him in fear. He felt that Father Emperor and his little sister, who were both somewhat forcing him to write, were really similar.

Holding the brush in a troubled manner, he began to write other words that he had learned.

Emperor Lin looked at the handwriting that gradually started to appear on paper and his expression gradually became more focused.

This stupid son wrote: May the country flourish in peace and prosperity.

Xiao Lan had earlier iterated that Lin Zhanyuan's literacy was taught to him by the Little Fifth Princess.

Emperor Lin blinked before looking at Lin Fei Lu who was beside him.

The little dumpling was standing a few steps behind him, so he turned around gazing towards her feet before moving the gaze upwards. When she met his gaze, she shrank her neck and lowered her head in slight guilt.

Emperor Lin solemnly questioned, "Little Fifth Princess, why did you teach your brother to write these eight characters?"

It was impossible for him to not know that those words were meant to flatter.

The little dumpling was frightened by what he said and she didn't dare to raise her head. Her entire being couldn't wait to shrink into a ball as the little strand of hair on her head seemed to curl up in fear as well.

Emperor Lin couldn't help but regret that the use of his tone was too harsh. He walked two steps forward and squatted down in front of the little dumpling. Only then did he see her crying quietly.

Her eye sockets were red and moist. Teardrops rolled all the way downwards from the small face of hers as she looked very pitiful.

Emperor Lin's heart as a father couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face and said in a soft voice, "I'm not mad at you, so don't cry."

She pressed her lips and raised her head a little bit. Her nose was pink and stuffed as she said, "Father Emperor, please don't hate brother, okay?"

Emperor Lin was taken aback.

The little dumpling lightly held onto the cuffs of his sleeves, tugging on it as she cried and begged, "They all say that brother is a fool and Father Emperor hates fools the most. But my brother is not stupid. He can write, so can Father Emperor not hate him?"

After hearing her cries, how could Emperor Lin not understand?

With what kind of mood did the Little Fifth Princess bore when she was teaching her brother to write these eight characters? In the past five years, how much harm has been done to them by my actions of turning a blind eye?

Even the palace staff could freely and blatantly insult the prince as a fool. She was so young, and after hearing these words, the only way she could think of was to teach her brother to write.

She just hoped that I wouldn't hate her brother that much after seeing these words.

And what have I just done?

Lin Chongxuan, Lin Chongxuan! Are you still human???

If there was only a trace of guilt that had surfaced initially, then at this moment, this trace of guilt has begun to gush out infinitely, almost engulfing Emperor Lin's heart as a father.

The Little Fifth Princess was still wiping her tears. Lin Zhanyuan saw her sister crying and ran over anxiously and grievely after discarding the brush.

He thought that it was this stern-looking uncle who made his sister cry this intensely. He was obviously afraid of him, but he still opened his arms to stand in front of his sister, gathered the courage to look at him and said, "D-don't bully my sister!"