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"Why—!!"

A cry, even more piercing and hysterical than the one in the teahouse, suddenly exploded from Shu Rou's throat.

The sound was so sharp it was like someone was scraping an iron nail across a white jade floor tile, making everyone present feel a sharp pain in their eardrums.

Like a camel that has been broken by the last straw, she collapsed to the ground, frantically pounding her fists on the cold, hard floor, kicking her legs wildly, her hair becoming even more disheveled, looking like a madwoman.

"Why! Why!!!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and torn, tears and snot streaming down her face, which turned deathly pale.

"She has new clothes! She gets to go to that amusement park! And so many toys! So many!! Why do I only have these few things! Why! I am the princess! I am! All of these should be mine! Mine!!!"

She cried and shouted as she swept the wooden boxes and toys on the long table with her hands.

With a "crash," the wooden pieces of the tangram shattered into pieces, the music box crashed to the ground with its lid flying off, gears scattered and rolled all over the floor, and the Luban lock broke into a pile of wooden strips...

"Rou'er! Stop it!" Yao Jingyuan was shocked and his face turned pale. He rushed over to hug her and stop her crazy behavior.

These are all imperial gifts! Damaging imperial gifts is, to put it bluntly, a crime of disrespect! Moreover, each one is priceless!

"Get away! Get out of here! You useless thing! It's all your fault! It's all your fault for being incompetent!!" Shu Rou was like a little beast that had been completely enraged. She kicked, hit and scratched Yao Jingyuan who pounced on her. Her sharp nails scratched the back of Yao Jingyuan's hand, leaving several bloody marks.

Her eyes remained fixed on the sky, burning with a jealousy that could consume all reason, a fire that almost materialized and burned herself and everything before her to ashes.

"I want all those toys! I want all the toys in that building! Go buy them for me! Go and take them all! Now! Or I'll kill myself! I'll die right here in front of you!!!"

She cried so hard her voice was hoarse, her little face turned purple, and her chest heaved violently, as if she might faint at any moment.

Her frenzied appearance showed no trace of the usual charming and adorable, albeit somewhat willful, princess.

He's a complete madman who'll destroy everything if he can't have what he wants.

Shu Jingwei stared at the completely out-of-control scene before her, the veins on her temples throbbing wildly.

A surge of anger mixed with deep disappointment and a vague sense of defeat that she herself was unwilling to admit rushed to her head.

Especially when Shu Rou shouted things like "Why should I?", "I am the princess", "It should all be mine", and "If you don't give it to her, die", it felt like a thousand needles were pricking her brain.

What bothered her even more was that the images on the screen continued to play.

But at this moment, those images were like silent slaps, each one landing hard on her face.

"Enough!" Shu Jingwei slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

The teacup was jolted and jumped up, splashing tea onto the table.

Her voice was icy, carrying the wrath of an emperor, instantly drowning out Shu Rou's heart-wrenching cries, echoing across the square.

All the officials and palace servants in the square knelt down in unison, heads bowed, trembling and silent, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on the back of their necks.

Many people even held their breath, wishing they could disappear on the spot.

Yao Jingyuan was also frightened and released Shu Rou from his struggle. He hurriedly took two steps back, knelt down on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles, and dared not breathe.

Shu Jingwei walked a few steps to Shu Rou, who was slumped on the ground, crying and her face turning purple. She looked down at her with a gaze as sharp as a drawn blade, cutting her painfully.

"Look at yourself! What kind of behavior is this!"

She pointed to the mess on the ground—scattered tangram pieces, a broken music box, a broken Luban lock, an overturned wooden box, shattered porcelain shards, and a copper gear still spinning.

"For some fancy toy or skill, they cry, throw tantrums, destroy things, hurt people, spew wild words, and threaten suicide!"

With each word she spoke, her voice rose an octave, causing Shu Rou's body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Where is even a trace of the dignity befitting a princess! Where is even a trace of the manners I taught you! I think you've been spoiled rotten! All you know is to compete and have fun, making endless demands!"

Her chest heaved, clearly furious, and her gaze pierced sharply like an arrow at Yao Jingyuan, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling.

His voice was so cold it was icy, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth:

"And you too! Yao Jingyuan!"

Yao Jingyuan's body trembled violently, as if he had been stabbed, and he lowered his head even further.

"How did you manage to discipline my princess?! Huh!?"

The "ah" sound was drawn out for a long time, with the ending tone rising, carrying intense anger and questioning.

"I entrusted Rou'er to your care and upbringing, and this is how you raised her? You've taught her to be so shallow and narrow-minded, to go to such lengths for mere illusory toys, disregarding all propriety and filial piety!?"

She kicked away a toy fragment at her feet, which flew far away with a "thud," almost hitting a minister on the head below the steps, startling him so much that he swerved to the side.

"I see you're becoming an increasingly 'competent' father!"

The word "competent" was emphasized heavily, like a poisoned nail driven deep into Yao Jingyuan's heart.

"Is this how you handle your duties of assisting in the management of the six palaces and instructing the imperial princess?!"

Yao Jingyuan trembled violently, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

His forehead was pressed tightly against the icy ground, the chill instantly spreading throughout his body, but it couldn't suppress the coldness and immense panic rising in his heart.

His lips trembled, and he stammered, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I deserve to die! I know my crime! It is my incompetence! It is my failure to discipline you! I have failed Your Majesty's trust! Please forgive me, Your Majesty! Forgive me!"

"Forgive me?" Shu Jingwei let out a short, cold laugh from her nose, the laugh filled with deep disappointment and disgust.

"I see you're not focusing your mind on the right path at all!"

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Instead of teaching the princess to read, understand principles, cultivate her character, and nurture her virtue, all they know is to spoil and indulge her, making her arrogant and fostering her extravagance!"

She took a step forward with each sentence she spoke.

The boots clattered on the paving stones, each step feeling like a blow to Yao Jingyuan's heart.

Shu Jingwei grew angrier as she spoke, thinking of the little figure on the sky who was being led by Lin Ye, enjoying unimaginable luxury and pampering, yet never arrogant and always maintaining the innocent demeanor of a child.

Comparing herself to the arrogant, willful, and utterly disgraceful Shu Rou before her, a mix of shame, anger, and frustration surged into her heart.

This is not just a problem with Shu Rou; it is a serious dereliction of duty by Yao Jingyuan!

"I was her age!" Shu Jingwei took a deep breath, her voice calming down slightly.

"He can already recite the Analects and the Classic of Filial Piety from memory, understands propriety and righteousness, and behaves with propriety! How could he have ever acted so absurdly?!"

Yao Jingyuan's face was deathly pale, his teeth were chattering, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Below, in the kneeling queue, Prime Minister Xiao Bo lowered his head, his white eyebrows trembling slightly.

His lips twitched very quickly.

He remembered clearly that when His Majesty was three years old, he could not speak fluently, and he could not clearly pronounce the words "Father Emperor" even after half a year.

Recite the Analects and the Classic of Filial Piety!

Forget it.

If it weren't for Ye Fan, how could a princess like her have become the first female emperor in history?

Thinking of Ye Fan, Xiao Bo couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was a truly talented person; he wondered what had become of him now...

But he said nothing. Having served as prime minister for so many years, he naturally knew what he should and shouldn't say.

Some things, once spoken, are the words of a loyal minister.

And some things... once said, will kill the dead.

Xiao Bo lowered his eyes, continuing to stare at his official tablet, kneeling respectfully, suppressing the hint of mockery.

Shu Jingwei naturally didn't see the barely perceptible twitch at the corner of the old prime minister's mouth.

All her anger was directed at Yao Jingyuan: "And you! Yao Jingyuan! Is this how you repay my trust?! You've raised my princess to be like this!?"

"Issue the decree!" she shouted almost sternly.

In front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone prostrated themselves even lower.