Chapter 1572: Hurt

“You ugly people sure are weird,” Yao Zheng mocked. “Do you know that you got the prince scolded by the king because of the gun you made him? Well, I’ll forgive you since it’s your first time making a mistake, but make sure you watch what you do next time!”

Yao Zheng had initially thought of firing Jing Xi but changed her mind after she saw Jing Xi’s face.

Having someone ugly near the king was better than having a pretty lady.

Yao Zheng was confident that she was the best looking woman in the palace right now. Anyone who even came close to her was immediately fired.

She planned to make herself the prettiest and hoped that the king would notice it one day.

“Yes, vice-manager,” Jing Xi replied.

“Don’t call me vice-manager!” Yao Zheng scolded. “Everyone addresses me as the manager if Lan Yi is not around, you hear me?”

Yao Zheng hated the fact that she was below Lan Yi and not the head of the servants.

“Yes, manager.”

“Get back to work!”

Yao Zheng turned and left.

Jing Xi then let out a sigh and chuckled before going back to work.

She finished dinner and brought it to the prince.

A doll came flying towards Jing Xi as soon as she opened the door to the prince’s room.

She quickly caught it with her fast reflexes.

“Go away!” the little boy scolded.

Jing Xi had heard from Yao Zheng that the little prince was scolded by his father and was hurt by it. Jing Xi understood the pain that the little boy was feeling, and the only way for him to express his anger was towards other people.

Jing Xi guessed the reason for the little prince hating everyone was because he had been living in such a condition for his whole life.

She then thought of the pure and gentle smile the prince had before that and knew that he could still smile like every other child.

But the smile was now gone.

“It’s me, Auntie Xiaoxi.” Jing Xi smiled and greeted him.

“Go away! I don’t want to see anyone!”

The little boy scolded her again with his trembling voice.

Jing Xi then walked into the room and found the boy hiding in the small space between the table and wardrobe.

He was hugging his own legs, and his back was towards Jing Xi.

His shoulders were trembling as if he was crying. He looked like a puppy who was in pain, and it hurt Jing Xi to see him like that.

“What’s wrong?” Jing Xi asked as she kneeled beside the prince.

“Leave me alone!”

The little boy rubbed his tears away.

“Did your father take your toy gun away?” Jing Xi asked.

Little Grape did not reply.

“What a father he is.” Jing Xi pretended to scold the king. “He should’ve apologized to you. Here, look at this, I got it back for you.”

Little Grape turned around and saw Jing Xi holding the toy gun in her hand.

“Let’s play with it without letting your father know next time, okay? I’ll keep the gun somewhere your father can’t find.”