Chapter 1588: 1588 Little Ye’er 2
Su Qingyue stretched out her hand and tenderly caressed her son’s small back. Ye’er had an exceptionally high IQ, truly a little genius, and his sensible nature was heart-wrenchingly endearing, “Good, you must diligently study the lessons I have scheduled for you every day. Once you have mastered them, Mom will arrange new courses for you.”
“I will work hard,” Little Ye’er planted a resounding kiss on Su Qingyue’s cheek.
Emotion welled up on Su Qingyue’s face.
The boy was still young, only four and a half years old. Since he had mostly recognized all the characters half a year ago, she had started teaching him to identify basic dicinal herbs. His daily howork involved spending several hours researching dicine and identifying herbs. Of course, it was all very basic knowledge, and she would wait until he had a firm grasp on the fundantals before teaching him more in-depth concepts.
He would spend several hours on dicine research, several more hours practicing martial arts, completing the bead arithtic howork she had assigned, and learning how to deal with people and events. Naturally, the teaching was from simple to complex.
After half a year, there were so achievents. It was ti to increase the difficulty of his lessons.
Sotis, Su Qingyue would see how hard her son worked at such a young age, lacking the joyful childhood of other kids, but she was powerless to change it—this was ancient tis, not modern tis.
The business she had struggled so hard to reclaim now needed a competent heir.
Little Ye’er got down from Su Qingyue’s lap, pulled a stool up behind her chair, and climbed on it. His tender voice said, “Mom, you’ve worked hard, let help you massage your shoulders.”
Su Qingyue turned around just in ti to see Little Ye’er flashing a grin, his small teeth white and neatly aligned, his eyes squinting with glee into crescent moon shapes, irresistibly adorable. “You little rascal, you’re already so good at pleasing adults.”
“It’s filial piety,” Little Ye’er said playfully, sticking out his tongue.
Aunt Yinzhu brought a fruit plate into the Study Room, and upon seeing Little Ye’er massaging Su Qingyue’s shoulders, she couldn’t hide her envy, “The young master sure knows how to be affectionate.”
“Aunt Yinzhu is getting more and more beautiful,” Little Ye’er said with a sweet smile, his delicate face charming Yinzhu so much that her heart felt like it was drenched in honey, “Young master sure knows how to talk sweet. Aunt Yinzhu is thirty-one already, getting older, and in a few years, I’ll be nothing but wrinkled skin.”
“In Ye’er’s eyes, besides Mom, Aunt Yinzhu is the most beautiful,” Little Ye’er spoke the truth, for his mom had been very busy these past years and Aunt Yinzhu had been with her for nearly twelve hours a day, making her far closer than any other servant.
“You little one,” Yinzhu said enviously, glancing at Su Qingyue, “Young Lady, having such a good son like Ye’er, I think you are truly fortunate.”
Previously, she thought, how could a woman manage without a man after having a child? But reality proved that though the young lady had been managing her business alone these past years, she had lived a life more remarkable than anyone else’s.
“Mom, did you hear that?” Little Ye’er boastfully said to Su Qingyue, “You have to treasure your son!”
“…” Su Qingyue smiled wryly. By rights, she was quite articulate, yet sotis even she could not outtalk her son. The boy must have inherited his third brother’s mischievous gene.
Yinzhu offered Little Ye’er so peeled fruit to eat. While he was eating, he continued massaging Su Qingyue’s shoulders. Though lacking significant strength at such a young age, due to daily practice in the horse stance and martial arts, his massages were appropriately firm.
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