So it’s decided, the man is giving the money to Young Master Su.

Young Master Su didn’t accept.

Better to wait until after handing over the painting to receive it.

The man took his leave.

After he walked far away, the Ninth Prince and a few others looked at Young Master Su and said, "Why don’t you directly sell your older brother’s painting? One of his paintings can surpass many of ours."

Even though he’s the Ninth Prince, three hundred silver is still a considerable sum for him.

Young Master Su looked at him and said, "Don’t you already know about my father and mother?"

"If I don’t learn to paint properly and rely on selling my brother’s paintings, even if they sell, the money won’t be ours to keep."

"Besides, my older brother also needs money himself."

"Earning money with our own skills, only then will my parents leave us alone."

"I don’t want to work hard for nothing and end up not having a share, and even worse, get beaten."

"..."

The Ninth Prince and others exchanged glances.

Seems like... it might actually be that way?

Young Master Su was overjoyed.

Painting two pieces a month isn’t much, that means we’ll have ten silver.

The four of us combined would be forty silver, with a little advance on the monthly salary, and occasionally receiving three or five silver from grandmother, it should be enough.

With no money on hand, Young Master Su and the others prepared to return to the mansion.

They took a few steps forward, just before reaching the horse carriage, they saw Mr. Su riding his horse back.

Young Master Su and the others hurriedly waved.

Mr. Su glanced at them and rode directly past.

He’s still in a hurry and doesn’t even know what his son looks like yet, too anxious to worry about them.

Young Master Su and the others felt heartbroken.

Does he really have to ignore them like that?

Mr. Su rode straight back to the mansion, first going to greet Mrs. Tang and the Duchess of Chong.

The two were enjoying the flowers in the garden, in a good mood.

Seeing Su Chong return, they happily asked, "Have you visited Fu Yun and Huwa yet?"

"Not yet," Su Chong replied.

"Then hurry to see them."

After withdrawing, Su Chong headed straight to his own courtyard.

Princess Fu Yun was playing with the child, shaking a rattle very loudly.

Su Chong strode up, Princess Fu Yun’s eyes flickered with joy upon seeing him.

But despite the joy, there was a lot of disdain too.

"Go bathe first, you’re all sweaty and smelly, don’t stink the baby," Princess Fu Yun said.

Su Chong smelled himself.

The smell was indeed quite strong.

"I’ll go bathe first, I’ll be back soon," Su Chong said.

Huwa was sleepy, Princess Fu Yun held him and said, "Don’t sleep yet, wait to properly meet your father first."

Princess Fu Yun knew Su Chong wouldn’t stay long since he had to leave soon.

The border battles had eased up, but Prince Qi’s rebellion hadn’t yet been quelled.

Su Chong would definitely assist Old Duke Chong in the battles.

Soon, Su Chong returned, having exchanged his armor for a brocade robe.

Su Chong played with Huwa, for the first time meeting his son, felt that he looked very much like himself.

Princess Fu Yun watched him, "Aren’t you going to hold him?"

Su Chong looked at his son, with some reluctance in his eyes, "Will he poop, pee, or spit milk on me?"

Remembering Prince NanAn’s previous experience, he had to be cautious.

Nearby, the maids covered their mouths and snickered, even Mrs. Jiang couldn’t hold back her laughter.

Princess Fu Yun rolled her eyes at Su Chong.

When Princess NanAn visited Princess Fu Yun, she had mentioned how Prince NanAn refused to hold the baby, and the maids wondered if Su Chong would be the same.

Princess Fu Yun had vowed that he wouldn’t.

Unexpectedly...

Princess Fu Yun put the baby into Su Chong’s arms and said, "Don’t worry, Huwa won’t do that to you."

Trusting Princess Fu Yun, Su Chong held his son.

Being his son, he couldn’t help but like him.

Outside, Young Master Su and the others burst into the courtyard, carrying new toys they bought for Huwa.

Even without money, their affection for their nephew wouldn’t diminish.

Thinking about how cute their nephew was, it would really be hard to bring themselves to hit him when he grows up, so they must spoil him as much as they can.

Young Master Su ran breathlessly to the door but stopped upon reaching it.

Not only himself stopped, but he also held back the Ninth Prince and the others.

"Shh," he gestured for silence.

The Ninth Prince and others didn’t know what he was up to.

Young Master Su went to the window and peeked inside.

Seeing his big brother holding the child, Young Master Su’s eyes gleamed with a sly grin.

He walked slowly, whistling as he went.

Just as he reached the beaded curtain—

Su Chong’s face turned black.

His son had just urinated on him.

Young Master Su laughed wildly.

Hmph!

Who told you to ignore us on the street!

Let Huwa pee on you as revenge!

Princess Fu Yun, the maids, and the nannies laughed until their cheeks hurt.

Young Master Su, from the moment he arrived, was up to mischief, where would you find someone pranking his brother like that?

Wanting to hold his nephew but afraid of being peed on, Young Master Su trained Huwa with his whistle while he was peeing.

The training worked remarkably well; every time he heard the whistle, Huwa would pee.

Mr. Su put the child on a small table, Huwa moved his limbs restlessly, as Mr. Su looked at the damp patch on his chest, his head ached.

Clearly, there was a precedent, but why hadn’t he learned his lesson?

Looking up, he realized this must be something related to Young Master Su.

Mr. Su stood up, and when Young Master Su passed by, he grabbed him and picked him up.

Young Master Su, "...!!!"

He didn’t want to take a bath!

The hug was brief and he was let go.

Mr. Su glanced at the Ninth Prince and the others.

The three of them pointed at Young Master Su together, "It was him, we didn’t do anything."

Mr. Su suspected that it was his own brother’s doing.

Looking at the urine stain on the brocade robe, Young Master Su began to regret it.

Mrs. Tang and the Duchess of Chong came forward, the servant reported to Mrs. Tang about Young Master Su discussing selling paintings for money in the street.

Mrs. Tang’s face turned dark.

Just as Young Master Su had guessed, she didn’t oppose selling his own paintings.

But doing nothing isn’t Mrs. Tang’s style, she said, "Look into that person’s background, if he’s reliable, let him be picky."

Mrs. Tang didn’t casually give Young Master Su money to spend, nor did she let him easily earn others’ money.

Having more money isn’t always a good thing.

However, this both improves his painting skills and allows self-sufficiency, which Mrs. Tang doesn’t object to.

Entering the courtyard, she already heard about how Young Master Su whistled and Huwa peed on Mr. Su.

Mrs. Tang and the Duchess of Chong couldn’t help but laugh.

Although Young Master Su was a bit mischievous, it’s quite normal for a father to be peed on by his child.

As grandmothers, they knew very well how many times they’d been peed on too.

Mrs. Tang wanted to know about Su Jin’s situation, though knowing Marquis Dongxiang was there, Su Jin wouldn’t suffer any loss, even if Marquis Dongxiang weren’t there, it wouldn’t be easy for Su Jin to suffer losses.

Calculating the days, Su Jin should be due in less than two months.

With her advanced stage of pregnancy, it’s not suitable for long journeys, and the child would definitely be born at the border.

Sometime soon, she must visit Prince Zhenbei Mansion to discuss with Princess Consort finding a reliable nanny to send to the border, if not, she would personally go to the border to take care of Jinjim.