"You want to go to your fief?" Ye Ling looked up from a desk full of memorials, furrowing his brows at his younger brother.
"Just to have some fun, I haven't been there yet. I heard the fief is by the sea, and I want to see it." Ye Qiu clung to his elder brother's leg, acting coquettishly.
"No." Ye Ling refused sternly.
"I want to go." Ye Qiu, pouting his lips, threatened, "If you don't let me, I will sneak off by myself."
"You dare!" Ye Ling angrily raised his eyebrows, but seeing that stubborn look on the boy's face, he knew he wasn't just talking nonsense, he truly dared.
This was exactly what troubled Ye Ling the most. This boy, relying on his fondness, was fearless of heaven and earth, yet every time he thought of teaching him a lesson, he couldn't get angry looking at his coquettishly cute face.
What could he do? The imperial brother he had spoiled himself, he had to continue to spoil him for his lifetime, even if it meant kneeling.
