Chapter 355: The Fatty is Surprisingly Agile

’It was as if a bell had jolted Sang Qi’s heart awake. His eyes were now filled with terror.’ ’He was afraid?’

’How could he, the magnificent Crown Prince, possibly be afraid of him?’

"You dare mock me," Sang Qi snarled, his face twisting as he puffed out his chest and lunged.

As if to hide his inner fear, he threw all his strength into tackling Sang Zhi, and they both tumbled to the ground.

Sang Zhi didn’t know martial arts, and his stamina was no match for Sang Qi, who had trained with a master for a few days. But he refused to show weakness, raising a fist and punching Sang Qi in the eye.

Sang Qi grunted and punched back.

In an instant, the two were a tangled mess on the ground.

"Oof, Crown Prince, Eighth Prince, stop fighting!" Mr. Li cried in a panic. "Someone, come pull the Crown Prince away!"

The young eunuchs hurried forward.

"Don’t move! If any of you dares, I’ll have your heads!" Sang Qi turned and bellowed. ’He didn’t need help. He wasn’t afraid of Sang Zhi. He wasn’t afraid.’

The young eunuchs had never seen the Crown Prince so furious and didn’t dare to intervene.

Mr. Li didn’t dare either. "What are you standing around for? Go report this to the Emperor!"

Ye Qianning wasn’t in a hurry to step in. Sang Zhi was, after all, two years older than Sang Qi; he wouldn’t be at too much of a disadvantage.

The disadvantage he did have was because even though Sang Qi was younger, he had a martial arts master in the palace, so his posture and strength were greater than Sang Zhi’s.

"Crown Prince, my brother, I’ll help you!" Sang Rui had been itching to fight Sang Zhi for a while. With the Crown Prince here, what was there to fear? With those words, he lunged toward the two of them.

Sang Zhi could barely handle one of them, let alone another Sang Rui.

Ye Qianning couldn’t stand by any longer. "What kind of heroes are you, ganging up on him two-on-one?"

With a shout, she threw her considerable weight into the fray.

Ye Qianning grabbed the back of Sang Rui’s collar, half-lifting him into the air. With a flick of her wrist, she flung him more than a meter away, where he stumbled backward.

Mr. Li’s old face trembled as he watched. ’The Xiang family’s young miss is incredibly strong.’

Next, Ye Qianning grabbed Sang Qi’s hair and landed a punch from her small fist right on the side of his face.

Sang Qi had been pinning Sang Zhi down and punching him. The sudden, stinging blow made him turn and glare at Ye Qianning. "You dare hit me? Even you dare to hit m—Ahhh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, another fist landed on his mouth.

Just then, a tooth was knocked out of the mouth that had been shouting moments before. He let out a pained cry, and as his mouth opened, he swallowed the dislodged tooth.

"Ahhh! You damn fatty, I won’t let you get away with this!" Sang Qi forgot all about Sang Zhi and swung his fist at Ye Qianning.

Sang Zhi grabbed his arm and bit down hard.

...

"Ahhh!" Sang Qi screamed.

Sang Rui, who had been grimacing in pain from being thrown, heard the scream and scrambled back up, charging forward. "Crown Prince, my brother, I’m coming to save you—"

Ye Qianning held Sang Qi in check. Seeing Sang Rui charge at them, she lifted her leg and kicked him squarely in the chest.

The kick wasn’t hard enough to damage his internal organs, but it sent him flying backward.

Sang Rui landed on his backside again, his rear end stinging with pain...

"Stop fighting, please, my little masters, stop fighting!"

In all his years in the Imperial Palace, this was the first time Mr. Li had ever seen a Crown Prince, a Prince, and a noble’s daughter brawl like this.

’They have absolutely no regard for where they are...’

Sang Rui recovered, clenched his fists, and circled around Ye Qianning to attack from the other side.

Sang Qi and Sang Rui were both furious now, showing no mercy in their attacks. Sang Zhi had to worry about Ye Qianning getting hurt, so while fighting back, he also had to keep an eye on her. As a result, his face was covered in bruises.

It would be an exaggeration to say Ye Qianning was completely unscathed. Sang Qi and Sang Rui managed to land a few blows on her little face, and her neatly tied bun was pulled into a messy tangle.

When the Beili Emperor arrived with his entourage, he saw from a distance the four of them tangled up in a brawl, piled like a human pyramid.

Ye Qianning’s chubby body was on top of the pile, her little hand still clutching Sang Qi’s hair from below.

Sang Qi, with his back to her, was pinning Sang Zhi underneath him, throwing punches at his face, which Sang Zhi managed to dodge several times.

Sang Zhi’s back was pressing down on Sang Rui, and his hands were pushing against Sang Qi’s shoulders.

Sang Rui was lying flat on the ground with three people on top of him, unable to get up, his face flushed red from the pressure.

The sight left everyone in the crowd stunned.

When Mr. Li saw the Emperor, he quickly knelt and bowed. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

The Beili Emperor didn’t even glance at him. His face was dark as he stared at the brawling children. "All of you, stop this instant!"

However, the fight was too intense. None of them showed any sign of letting go. Only Sang Rui, at the very bottom, saw the Emperor arrive. He stretched out a small hand, nearly unable to breathe from the weight.

He moved his mouth but couldn’t manage to squeeze out a single word.

Xiang Minghou was quite alarmed to see his daughter with her hair all disheveled. Still, it was a relief that she was on top, pulling someone else’s hair. If someone had been pulling *her* hair, he would have definitely charged in.

Dean Chen was also stunned. ’His disciple is being beaten!’

Zhan Yi was very anxious, but from the looks of it, it didn’t seem like his precious girl was the one losing...

Although Qian Fanji was aware of Ye Qianning’s capabilities, his expression darkened upon seeing his little girl with her hair a mess and a bruise on her face.

"Oh, my sweet little darling, how could they beat you up like this?" Old Master Gu was the first to rush forward, his voice filled with heartache.

Gu Shuo stood nearby, his fingers tightening into a fist. ’They actually beat the little girl up this badly.’

’Coming to the Imperial Palace with the old master today to resign from being an imperial merchant was the right decision.’

’Earn money for them, let them live in luxury, only for them to turn around and bully our little girl?’

Ye Qianning turned, saw Old Master Gu, and didn’t forget to call out, "Great-Grandpa."

"Oh, my little darling!" Hearing her call him "Great-Grandpa" made Old Master Gu’s heart ache even more. ’Damn them all! To think they’d hit the child like this.’

...

The Empress, Consort Yuan, the other Concubines, and several court officials who had followed were all speechless when they heard this.

’Did Old Master Gu not see that the little girl was pulling the Crown Prince’s hair?’

Madam Zhan had been terribly worried when she heard from Nanxiang that the Sixth and Ninth Princesses had hit them.

Just as the group left Kunning Palace, they ran into the Emperor leading a large entourage. The sobbing Sixth and Ninth Princesses trailed behind, and a bad feeling instantly surfaced.

It was only when she overheard the Emperor and Empress speaking that she learned her granddaughter was fighting with the Crown Prince again.

"I said, stop!" The Beili Emperor’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He took a few steps forward and raised his voice.

Only then did Sang Qi hear the Beili Emperor’s voice. He stopped moving but didn’t let go.

Sang Zhi didn’t even look at who had arrived and didn’t let go either.

Ye Qianning yanked hard with her little hand, pulling Sang Qi’s head back.

"Fath... Father-Emperor..." Sang Rui squeezed out the two words with all his might.

"My little masters, please let go! The Seventh Prince can’t breathe," Mr. Li pleaded, stepping forward.

None of them let go. They remained frozen in their human pyramid, as if stubbornly waiting for the others to release their grip first.

"Ye Qianning, get down," the Beili Emperor commanded.

Ye Qianning was defiant. "Why should I let go first? He hasn’t let go."

As she spoke, she put more force into her little hand, and Sang Qi’s head snapped back even further...