flstandardbreds Chapter 141 This debt, some people can't even get it if they pray for it like the stars and the
Chapter 141 This debt, some people can't even get it if they pray for it like the stars and the
"Mother~~" A soft, sweet voice called out. Cang Lan Jingcheng took small steps, tightly holding the dirty little hands, and ran over. He stopped when he got close and timidly lowered his head.
Su Nuannuan looked at her son, Cang Lan Jingcheng, who was standing there with his head down. She then turned her gaze to the area not far away that had originally been overgrown with weeds, and found that nearly half of the weeds in a small section had been cleared.
At this moment, Granny Jin, who had been following along, hurriedly stepped forward. Looking at Cang Lan Jingcheng's slightly swollen little hand, her face was full of heartache. She couldn't help but plead with Su Nuannuan, "Your Majesty, look how swollen this child's hand is. He must already know he was wrong. Please forgive him this time."
Just then, the Duchess of Zhenguo and the Lady of Ding'an saw Canglan Jingcheng emerge from the weeds in the distance, and they quickly stood up and walked towards them. As they got closer, they immediately noticed Canglan Jingcheng's swollen and red little hands. The Duchess of Zhenguo frowned with heartache and secretly glared at Su Nuannuan.
Immediately afterwards, the Duchess of Zhenguo quickly squatted down, gently took Canglan Jingcheng's small hand in hers, and asked softly, "Cheng'er, tell your grandmother, do you know you were wrong?"
When Cang Lan Jingcheng saw his grandmother asking him with such concern, his heart ached, and his eyes instantly reddened. Large tears began to roll down his cheeks uncontrollably. He sobbed and said, "Grandmother, Cheng'er knows he was wrong. I will never... I will never pull up those seedlings again."
"Granny Jin, Granny Ru, quickly take them away and give them a proper wash, then apply some ointment to reduce the swelling," Su Nuannuan instructed softly.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Granny Jin and Granny Ru hurriedly curtsied and responded in unison, fearing that their mistress might suddenly change her mind.
Granny Jin quickly stepped forward and carefully picked up Cang Lan Jingcheng, who was still sobbing and tears streaming down his face. Then, she took out a delicately embroidered handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped away the little boy's tears, softly coaxing him, "Little Prince, don't cry. Granny will take you to get a good wash later..."
Meanwhile, Granny Ru looked on with a helpless and somewhat troubled expression as Princess Canglan Jingyao and Prince Su Cheng'an were still busily working in the weeds.
"Yao'er, An'er, stop playing and come back quickly," Su Nuannuan called out to the children, raising her voice.
Upon hearing her mother's call, Canglan Jingyao obediently took Su Cheng'an's hand and walked towards Su Nuannuan together.
"Mother, we haven't finished pulling out the weeds yet," Canglan Jingyao said, blinking her big, watery eyes as she looked up at Su Nuannuan.
Su Nuannuan smiled slightly, reached out and gently patted the two children's heads, and asked tenderly, "Did you have fun today?"
"I'm so happy! But my brother is so clumsy." Canglan Jingyao raised her little face covered in mud, stretched out her chubby but dirty little hand, and pointed at Canglan Jingcheng with a look of disgust. After saying that, she seemed to remember something and quickly tugged at Su Cheng'an's sleeve, reminding him, "Little brother, quickly stretch out your hand so that Mother can see it."
Su Nuannuan looked closely and saw that the two children's hands were not only dirty, but also covered with grass and mud. Surprisingly, there were no marks or swellings on them.
"Yeah, your brother is really quite clumsy," Su Nuannuan said with a smile, a hint of teasing in her eyes.
Just then, a childish voice rang out: "Mother~" It was Su Cheng'an. He toddled over with his short legs, calling out in a childish voice.
Gu Sangye quickly knelt down, hugged her precious son, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Does your hand hurt?"
Su Cheng'an stretched out his chubby little hand, shook his head, and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Gu Sangye held her son's little hand and examined it carefully. She found that it was neither red nor swollen, which put her mind at ease.
Su Cheng'an blinked his big eyes and answered with a proud look, "An'er pulled up a lot of weeds." His tone was as if he had accomplished something great.
Seeing this, Su Nuannuan quickly said, "Sister-in-law, why don't you let Jinse take An'er downstairs to wash her hands? Although her little hands aren't swollen, it would be better to apply some cooling ointment to relieve the swelling."
Gu Sangyan nodded in agreement, "Alright, then I'll trouble Miss Jinse." With that, she carefully handed the son in her arms to Jinse. Then she turned to her personal maid and instructed, "Quickly go and fetch a set of clean clothes for the young master."
After the children had walked away, Su Nuannuan looked at Gu Sangyan curiously and asked, "Sister-in-law, are you really not angry?"
Gu Sangyan smiled slightly and gently shook her head, saying, "Little sister, what are you saying? Actually, it's good to let An'er experience these things in advance, so that when he's naughty and mischievous later, it won't be so difficult for us to discipline him. Sister-in-law should thank you for helping me discipline this little guy in advance." As she finished speaking, her eyes were full of tenderness and relief.
“Children can’t be disciplined in one go!” Su Nuannuan sighed softly as she slowly walked towards the large tree not far away. “Often, just when there’s some improvement in one area, a new problem suddenly appears in another. We mothers are like constantly busy craftsmen, always ‘patching up’ our children’s endless problems.” She sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but even more so, a deep love and care for her children.
Hearing this, the Duchess of Zhenguo, who was walking beside her, couldn't help but retort irritably, "What are you saying? You're treating the child like tattered clothes! Mending and repairing them." Although she said this, she actually understood what Su Nuannuan meant.
Su Nuannuan smiled slightly and explained, "Mom, that's not what I meant. What I meant was: you don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of a household, and you don't know the kindness of your parents until you raise a child."
Raising a child to adulthood might be relatively easy, but instilling in them a correct worldview, outlook on life, and values from a young age is incredibly difficult! With the slightest negligence or improper guidance, this sapling, which should be growing strong, might end up growing crooked and weak. As she said this, she walked to the base of the large tree and sat down on a wooden stool nearby.
Just then, Zhixiang came quickly with several young maids from the manor. Each of them carried a bowl of cool and refreshing mung bean soup steadily in their hands, and carefully placed it gently on the old but very clean wooden table.
Looking at the neatly arranged mung bean soup in front of her, the Duchess of Zhenguo couldn't help but sigh again: "Alas... children, they are all debts owed from a past life."
Meanwhile, Su Nuannuan, who was slowly stirring the mung bean soup in her bowl with a spoon, looked up and smiled, replying, "Mom, that's true, but some people can't even get this kind of debt no matter how much they pray for! It's worth it for us to have such a lovely group of children, even if it's a little harder."