OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 38 Third Brother Bai Yaoyu

A maid hurriedly came in to report.

"Princess Consort, the Third Young Master has returned and is arguing with the Prince!"

Zhi’er blinked her round, black eyes.

In the Bai Family, Bai Xilie is the second in line, having only one daughter, Zhi’er.

Bai Xilie’s elder brother has two sons, so they are ranked as the First Young Master and Second Young Master.

Prince Kang is the third in line, and his five sons are ranked starting from the Third Young Master.

The maid referred to the Third Young Master, who is actually the eldest son of Prince Kang and his wife.

Upon hearing this, Princess Consort Kang furrowed her brows and said, "Every time this father and son meet, they argue. It’s endless!"

She picked up Zhi’er and quickly walked outside.

As they approached the door, they heard Prince Kang in a furious rage.

"Bai Yaoyu! I’m your father! How dare you speak to me like that? I forbid you from going to such a place for your own good!"

"You go there yourself, so why restrict me? You’re not setting a good example as a father!" A young man’s voice, equally filled with anger, replied.

"You!" Prince Kang, enraged, raised his hand to strike.

The door opened, and Princess Consort Kang stood at the doorway holding Zhi’er: "Have you two had enough of this racket?"

Prince Kang’s hand remained suspended in mid-air.

It was at this moment that Zhi’er saw her tall and thin Third Brother standing in front of Prince Kang.

He was around twelve and had sharp brows and starry eyes, yet his gaze was filled with fierce restlessness.

Perhaps he hadn’t slept well the night before, as his eyes were red and bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Prince Kang, his fists clenched tightly.

Considering Zhi’er’s presence, Prince Kang did not want to scare the little one.

He said with a livid face, "If I catch you going to that place again, I’ll break your legs!"

Bai Yaoyu sneered, "You can’t even control yourself, yet you want to control me?"

The anger Prince Kang had just suppressed was rekindled once more.

He glared at Bai Yaoyu: "Say that again?"

Princess Consort Kang was utterly exasperated by this.

Father and son had been at each other’s throats more often than not!

Her eldest son was impervious to both hard and soft approaches, completely unmanageable with his rebellious and chaotic nature!

Just then, a soft sobbing sound was heard.

Both Prince Kang and Bai Yaoyu were taken aback.

Zhi’er clung tightly to Princess Consort Kang’s neck, her clear eyes brimming with tears.

She buried her chubby little face in Princess Consort Kang’s bosom.

Her small body trembled with each sob: "Third Aunt, they’re fighting, I’m scared~"

Princess Consort Kang shot an angry glare at her husband and son: "Look at what you’ve done, you’ve frightened Zhi’er!"

She quickly softened her voice, patting Zhi’er’s back and gently rocking her.

"Zhi’er, be good, don’t cry. Aunt will deal with them for you later."

Prince Kang was no longer angry.

He rushed to Zhi’er’s side and comforted her, "It’s Uncle Wang’s fault, scaring our Zhi’er."

The little one sobbed, wiping her tears with her chubby hands.

She lifted her head from Princess Consort Kang’s embrace and glanced at Bai Yaoyu, who stood at the door, furrowing his brows as he looked at her.

Zhi’er’s voice was soft and tearful: "Brother is mean."

Prince Kang immediately scolded, "Bai Yaoyu, come here and comfort your sister!"

"Sister?" Bai Yaoyu frowned deeply.

He only had a younger brother who constantly had a runny nose and silly grin; when did he get a sister?

Could this be a child his father, Prince Kang, brought back from a fling outside?

Princess Consort Kang said sternly, "This is your Imperial Uncle’s child."

Only then did Bai Yaoyu understand.

When he was younger, his second aunt had given birth to a fair and crying Little Ball.

So, the little bundle who used to cry loudly in swaddling clothes had grown up.

Bai Yaoyu, who had never comforted a child before, reluctantly walked over.

He said in a rough voice, "Stop crying!"

Hearing this, Zhi’er pursed her lips, feeling even more wronged.

Her tiny pink fists clenched, trying hard to hold back her tears, but still, they fell with a pat pat!