Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 215 - 210: The Carefree Young Master

Ye Qiu continued to lie down, organizing the thoughts in his mind. Once he had everything sorted out, a smile spread across his face. After so many lifetimes, he could finally take a break.

The task in this world was simple: to ensure he wasn’t hoodwinked into plotting for the throne and to be a leisurely prince.

Ye Qiu was the old Emperor’s son born posthumously of Chen Country, raised by his elder brother, Ye Ling, as if he were his own son. However, as he grew up, he was deceived by crafty individuals into plotting to seize the throne, which not only brought numerous troubles to his elder brother but also led to the tragic death of his mother concubine, Liu Taipin.

In this new life, he wished for his elder brother’s throne to remain stable, for him to live a carefree life under his protection, and for mother concubine Liu Taipin to enjoy her old age in peace.

"Imperial Uncle, why don’t you take the initiative to admit your wrongs to Father Emperor? He likes you so much, he certainly wouldn’t bear to punish you," Crown Prince Ye Shu suggested.

"No way." Ye Qiu huffed lightly. He wasn’t about to admit any wrongdoing to his elder brother, not when he hadn’t been given the Night Light Cup gifted by Yelang Country.

"Imperial Uncle is going to be punished again, serves you right, lalala..." Second Prince Ye Xin made a face at him, taking delight in his misfortune.

"Little brat." Ye Qiu pinched his chubby little face and threatened, "Keep laughing, and I’ll beat you up."

"Let go, I’m gonna tell Father Emperor." The child, his face pinched, mumbled his words indistinctly, nearly bursting into tears. Hmph! He hated Imperial Uncle the most; Imperial Uncle only knew how to hit him. Why did Father Emperor still dote on him so much? It’s not fair!

"Wah..." The more Second Prince Ye Xin thought about it, the more upset he became, and he burst into loud crying.

The palace attendants outside all looked at each other with a deadpan expression; it seemed Prince An was bullying Second Prince again!

"Still crying? Keep it up, and you won’t get to go kite flying." Ye Qiu bared his teeth and threatened once again.

"Hm..." Hearing that, Second Prince truly quieted down, sniffling and sobbing, "I won’t cry, I want to go kite flying."

"Imperial Uncle, when did you say we were going kite flying?" The Crown Prince asked curiously.

"Just now."

Well, the Crown Prince was speechless. Their Imperial Uncle was fearless and did whatever came to mind, and to make matters worse, Father Emperor was particularly fond of him and indulged him in everything.

"Greetings to Prince An, Your Highness. The Emperor invites you over," said Chang, the eunuch from the Emperor’s side.

"So soon." Ye Qiu looked at Chang displeasedly, "It seems Old Man Kong’s legs have gotten quite the break recently."

Chang held back his laughter; Prince An was criticizing Grandmaster Kong again! Last month, Prince An had spilled a bucket of water on the route that Grandmaster Kong had to pass through to get to the Chongwen Academy, leading to Kong resting at home for most of the month, and Prince An was punished by His Majesty to stay in contemplation and copy the Ritual Records. Now that classes had resumed, the two had clashed again.

"How does my elder brother look? Is he angry?" Ye Qiu asked in a whisper as he moved closer.

"To reply to Prince An, this servant does not know. However, His Majesty didn’t seem angry when he sent me to call for Your Highness," Chang responded.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiu sighed. It was over; it seemed his elder brother was truly angry.

Chang couldn’t help but find amusement in Ye Qiu’s fair and delicate face clouding over in an instant, like a child trying to mimic the sorrows of adults. Prince An truly was a treasure of Chen Country! No wonder His Majesty adored him so!

"Elder brother, I’m here to see you." Ye Qiu’s clear voice could be heard before he even entered the Imperial Study Room.

Seeing Grandmaster Kong’s increasingly darkened face, Ye Ling also wore a serious expression: "You’re grown up yet still so unruly."

"Your humble brother pays respects to elder brother." Ye Qiu remained unaffected, still grinning, and even tried to climb onto Ye Ling’s knees.

Seeing the carefree dependent demeanor of the young man before him, Ye Ling felt both a headache and a sense of relief. Currently, under his care were two Princes and one Princess; the Crown Prince was meticulous and always behaved properly in his presence, while the Second Prince for some reason was a bit timid, and quite afraid of him. The Third Princess was still an infant, so her personality was yet to be discerned.

However, this Imperial Brother whom he had raised since childhood was neither afraid of him nor held back from causing trouble. Every time he was about to blow his top in anger, this little rascal would whisper sweet nothings like "elder brother, you are the one I like the most," into his ear. Knowing full well these words were made up on the spot, he still found it hard to punish him.

"Stand up straight, show some manners," Ye Ling tried his best to appear stern, but watching the young fellow humph and pout, he couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.

"Grandmaster Kong mentioned that you weren’t paying attention in class again. Sleeping during lessons, Ye Qiu, you’ve become quite something eh!" Ye Ling slammed his hand on the desk, and only after seeing Grandmaster Kong’s expression lighten did he sigh discreetly in relief, praying that the lad would save him some face and give Grandmaster Kong a satisfactory explanation.

"I was sleepy," Ye Qiu whined enchantingly.

As soon as he acted like this, all of Ye Ling’s anger deflated and disappeared, leaving him coughing in resignation: "Then what were you doing last night?"

"I didn’t do anything last night. I just couldn’t sleep because I missed you so much, elder brother," Ye Qiu grinned shamelessly, playing cute.

Alright then, looking at his smiling face, Ye Ling completely lost his will to be angry: "Well, if that’s the case..."

"Ahem..." Grandmaster Kong’s eyes bulged, hardly able to believe that the wise and martial Emperor was being fooled by this youngster.

Seeing this, Ye Ling sat up straight out of embarrassment and put on a stern face again: "Even so, you can’t sleep during Master Kong’s lessons. As your punishment, you are now to copy the ’Ritual Records’ once."

"Ah?" Ye Qiu let out a wail, "That’s so many characters, and last time my hands were sore from all the writing."

"You still have the nerve to complain? Was that even writing what you did last time? No discussion, if I say once, it’s once. You are not allowed to have the Crown Prince help you. Otherwise, I will punish you with no more outings from the palace."

"Hmph! Once it is, then," Ye Qiu stamped his foot and glared at Grandmaster Kong before running off like the wind.

Seeing him like this, both Ye Ling and Grandmaster Kong’s ire rose up swiftly again. When on earth would this boy start behaving!

Well then, Ye Qiu admitted that this petulant demeanor was an act, but if he didn’t put it on, his elder brother would surely make him study hard, which he absolutely did not want. His aim was to be a carefree leisure prince, leaving those matters of state to his elder brother, the Crown Prince, and those ministers!

"Imperial Uncle, what are you doing here?" Crown Prince Ye Shu was passing by the imperial garden when he saw Ye Qiu lying alone on a rockery in the imperial garden, casually holding a foxtail grass in his mouth like a little rascal, just as Father Emperor described, which immediately drew three black lines across his forehead.

"Imperial Uncle, it’s dangerous up there. You should come down," Ye Shu advised.

"I won’t come down."

"Didn’t Father Emperor punish you?"

"He did."

"So..."

"He only said to copy the ’Ritual Records’, he didn’t say when to hand it in. Humph, I’ll write it when I have the time."

Ye Shu was even more speechless and envious of Ye Qiu’s audacity: "But Father Emperor will get angry."

"It’s his fault for punishing me. If he didn’t punish me, he wouldn’t need to get angry, right?" Ye Qiu stated defiantly, without a hint of embarrassment.

On the other side of the rockery, Ye Ling just happened to pass by and overheard this very statement, immediately becoming so furious he was smoking from all seven orifices. He felt he might someday be driven to his grave by this rascal.

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