The Disabled Tyrant’s Pet Palm Fish [Transmigration] - Chap 102
Chap 102
The System still hasn’t released the last main mission so Li Yu didn’t need to rush around for the
sake of tasks. The Jing Estate was managed well and orderly by Wang Xi. As the wangfei, Li Yu
didn’t actually need to tax and toil. He only needed to take care of the kids everyday and
occasionally give suggestions to Jing-wang. From this point of view, his life continued the way
he liked and didn’t actually change because he gained the title of wangfei.
This was the first time he experienced this kind of life; it was also a life created from Jing-
wang’s pampering.
Jing-wang often listened and obeyed to all of his words. Opening the Quan Jude duck store, for
example, was all because Li Yu mentioned he wanted to eat ducks once. Currently, the store has
already become a specialty food shop known far and wide. Even the heir of ChengEn Gong, who
came from the distant Imperial City, praised it to high heavens.
The days passed extremely quickly. Under Jing-wang’s effort, the destructive locust plague,
which was one of the West Frontier’s huge calamities, was eradicated. The other big calamity,
the bandits, had either all died or were injured and can no longer cause any issues.
The current state of the West Frontier was stable. Even the nearby chaos at the borders had
decreased by a lot.
In a blink of an eye, the little fish babies have reached the 100th day of their birth.
Jing-wang held a grand celebration for them, like the big wedding, with a huge feast, and invited
many guests for the excitement.
After the 100th day celebration, Ye QingHuan came to say his farewells.
Ye-shizi’s trip this time was one, on the behalf of the ChengEn Palace Estate; two, an officially
approved absence by the Emperor himself. Because his wife was still pregnant, and Jing-wang
had pretty much taken care of the bandits over here, Ye QingHuan stayed for a hundred days,
and helped out Jing-wang plenty; now it was time for him to leave.
Before leaving, Jing-wang and Ye-shizi had a long conversation. Jing-wang wanted to write a
letter of thanks to the Emperor and asked Ye QingHuan to deliver it for him.
Ye QingHuan, who had a pretty good relationship with Jing-wang, had no reason to refuse.
While Jing-wang was writing the letter, Li Yu and Wang Xi came over to visit him, each holding
two Baos. Only with the exception of Bao#1 who couldn’t get used to it, the other Bao’s who
had changed into humans had pretty much accepted reality and spent their days rather decently.
Everyday, beside eating, they were sleeping. Beside, they were pooping. Bao#1, who was
focused wholeheartedly on growing up, felt like he was almost numb.
No matter how unhappy he was, he could only cry. If he cried a lot, fish dad was going to start
feeding him milk again. Bao#1 hated drinking milk right from the start and really missed the
sweet, aromatic, peach blossom cookies very much.
However, he heard the wet nurse say that little infants needed to drink six entire months of milk
before being able to eat other things. Bao#1 finished counting his fingers and also finished
counting his toes and still didn’t manage to count to six months. He only felt like the days of the
peach blossom cookies were moving further and further away from him.
No matter how he pondered, he couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t understand why his little
brothers would accept this so easily. Especially Bao#4, that fish, never seemed to have any
worries at all.
Bao#1 was right by Bao#4’s side. Bao#4, who was carried together with him by fish dad, was
currently eating his hand enthusiastically. Bao#1 was really very envious. The instincts of an
infant made him really want to raise his fat chubby fingers and stuff them in his mouth as well.
No no no. Bao#1 told himself nonstop. He was a smart and sensible older brother fish. He can’t
eat his hand like his little brother.
But…… his mouth had such a craving. He really wanted to nom.
The most proper infant in history– Bao#1, held himself back until tears almost started rolling
down his face.
Bao#4 was eating his hand quite happily when he discovered that Bao#1 had been looking at him
for quite a while. The simple and stupid Bao#4 gave his big brother a warm smile. And with a
loud smooch, he smeared his big brother’s face full of saliva, then continued to nom his hands.
Bao#1: !!!
Bao#1 wanted to cry. He thought: Bao#4’s saliva is so dirty. but… why did he want to smear
back as well?
Carrying this pair of brothers, Li Yu secretly watched them for a long time and couldn’t resist
laughing out loud. Seeing Jing-wang writing a letter from the corner of his eyes, Li Yu had an
brilliant idea: “Bao#1, Bao#2, Bao#3, and Bao#4, why don’t you guys also write a letter to
grandpa, k?”
The fish babies still didn’t know what ‘emperor’ meant. In front of them, Li Yu always simply
called the Emperor as grandpa. In any case, in terms of seniority, calling him grandpa wasn’t
wrong.
Bao#1 hastily nodded his head, extremely excited. For once in such a long time, fish dad wasn’t
calling him to drink milk!
Bao#4 was confused. He didn’t know what writing a letter meant yet. However, Bao#4 liked fish
dad so he did whatever fish dad wanted him to do. Therefore Bao#4 also nodded his head
following Bao#1’s example.
“TianChi, is that okay?” Li Yu asked, tugging on Jing-wang’s sleeve.
Recently, Jing-wang really loved listening to Xiao Yu saying his name. With a smile, he moved
over and made space. Li Yu placed the two Baos on the table. The other two Baos in Wang Xi’s
arms also started saying “ah ah” and reaching out their hands, wanting to be together.
The high quality paper that was originally spread on the table were all wrinkled under the Baos’
little bodies. The owner of the paper, Jing-wang, wasn’t concerned at all.
Unfortunately, the kids probably couldn’t touch the ink that was used together with the writing
paper. However, Jing-wang was very resourceful. He ordered the kitchen to make some harmless
dark colored juices and bring it over.
Li Yu asked the wet nurse and after obtaining the wet nurse’s approval, he applied a bit of the
juices on the Baos’ hands.
He has heard that the Emperor would often ask about the Baos. Therefore, Li Yu felt that the
Emperor should like receiving some stuff made by the kids. Plus, the Emperor had given all of
the Baos nobility status already. The kids weren’t even a year old, yet they were already
receiving official salaries and no longer needed to worry about food or clothes for the rest of
their lives. They should be thanking the Emperor for this.
Rather than trying to send gifts in the kids’ name, why not let these kids write letters along with
their dad. This seemed like a pretty good idea.
The Baos were placed together. First, they “ah ah”d left and right and greeted each other.
Hands all covered with plenty of ‘ink’ juice, they were placed on top of the writing paper.
Therefore, there was no need for any explanations; the Baos all set into motion.
When Bao#1 was a little tiny fish, he saw plenty of words with fish dad. Bao#1 recalled carefully
and felt like he should be able to write the word “Big” (大).
Bao#1 used his finger and earnestly started to smear ‘Big”.
Bao#2 and Bao#3 didn’t know what they were supposed to do. Seeing Bao#1 moving first,
Bao#2 and Bao#3 learned from their older brother and also started to write “Big.”
Bao#1 was instantly rejected: “Ahhhhhh!” Not allowed!
This was Bao#1’s word only. His little brothers didn’t have it so they can’t write it!
Bao#1 used both his arms and legs to carelessly write a “Two” and “Three” and pushed them to
his little brothers.
Bao#2 and Bao#3 looked at the words left and right but didn’t really like them very much. They
still thought that their big brother’s “Big” looked much better.
“Ahhhhhh” Want big brother’s!
Bao#2 widened his round glass like eyes. Bao#3 reached out his chubby fingers. They started to
babble in unison.
Li Yu almost couldn’t breathe from laughing. He turned Bao#1, Bao#2, and Bao#3’s bodies
respectively and let them focus on their own work.
What kind of letters can infants write at this age? At most it’s leaving a handprint.
Li Yu then looked at Bao#4. Bao#4 actually started getting sleepy as soon as he saw the writing
paper. In this short amount of time, he had already fallen asleep peacefully on the paper with his
little butt up in the air.
Li Yu: “……”
Who did this fish baby take after exactly!
In the end, Bao#1 “wrote” the ‘big’ word from his memory. Bao#2 and Bao#3 each made a hand
print. Bao#4 was all fuzzy from sleep and got juice on his face. He accidentally imprinted half
his face for grandpa.
Li Yu carefully blew dry the kids’ letters, folded them neatly, and then handed them to Jing-
wang.
“The Emperor wouldn’t be angry at these, right?” Li Yu asked with concern.
Jing-wang laughed and shook his head. This fish. The idea was his; the one feeling apprehensive
afterwards was also him.
Jing-wang placed the children’s “letters” and his message of thanks together into a huge
envelope and handed it to Ye QingHuan.
Ye-shizi, who was given the heavy responsibility: “…..”
This letter completely refreshed Ye QingHuan’s knowledge. Why would Jing-wang’s message of
thanks to the Emperor be this thick?
Before, he felt that Jing-wang had a cold personality and disdained currying favor with the
Emperor. Who would have expected that when this person wrote, he wrote so much. Clearly, he
was a chatterbox just like Wang-gonggong!
Li Yu prepared some gifts for the Jinjue Princess and also asked Ye QingHuan to deliver this.
The princess was pregnant. He and Jing-wang were far away in the West Frontier. When Ye
Qinghuan’s child is born, they probably won’t be able to go congratulate in person. Li Yu
wanted to send some gifts to the princess and the child ahead of time.
He took the little gold bracelets that Bao#1 and the other kids wore before, asked a craftsman to
melt them and use the material to make two lockets of peace.
The ChengEn Palace Estate shouldn’t be lacking in things for kids to wear, however, Li Yu
heard Auntie Xu say before: items worn by little kids would gain a bit of luck. Li Yu felt that his
four kids were all safe and sound, healthy and vigorous. All together, they were four lucky stars.
To a pregnant woman, there was nothing more important than for the mother and child to be safe
and sound.
Ye QingHuan accepted this gift for the princess, even his eyes were somewhat reddened.
“Many thanks, cousin in law.” Ye QingHuan respectfully cupped his hands and bid farewell.
Because Ye QingHuan and the Princess both knew Li Yu, they usually called Li Yu “Li-gongzi”
or “wangfei”. This “cousin in law” startled Li Yu slightly before he quickly realized that this
meant that Ye QingHuan approved of him and recognized him as family. Li Yu also very happily
replied back to him.
Jing-wang gave Ye QingHuan a glance, finally not giving this cousin of his a look of disdain,
and instead finding him much more pleasing to the eye.
Traveling at full speed on his horse, Ye QingHuan returned to the Imperial City. The Emperor
received Jing-wang’s message. To say it precisely, he discovered that in accompanying Jing-
wang’s letter, also came some pieces of paper ‘written’ by a few kids. The Emperor was so
excited that his hands shook slightly.
If he calculated correctly, Jing-wang’s kids were only 100 days old. They can already write
letters at 100 days old?
The Emperor was extremely curious and opened the ‘letters’ full of anticipation.
The first paper was a clumsily scrawled word; the Emperor thought it looked like “rice” (米).
The second and third piece of paper were both small, tiny hand prints.
Meanwhile, the fourth piece of paper was……
The Emperor couldn’t hold back from laughing. Wasn’t this the face of a little babe? There were
even a few drops of saliva on it.
Although he has never seen Jing-wang’s kids, he could almost see the kids’ lively personalities
through these few pieces of paper.
“Luo RuiSheng, what do you think this means?” The Emperor flipped back to the word on the
first page and asked Head Manager Luo.
Head Manager Luo looked at it for quite a while, then shook his head.
The Emperor then went to read Jing-wang’s letter. Unsurprisingly, at the end of Jing-wang’s
letter, he mentioned that the four pieces of paper were written by his four kids in order.
The Emperor finally understood. The word on the first piece of paper was written by Jing-wang’s
eldest; the child that he had already granted the title of Jing-wang’s heir.
Luo RuiSheng immediately said: “Your majesty, although this servant doesn’t know what the
little heir wrote, however, in all my years, I have never seen a child this young know how to
write before. The little heir must be a scholarly genius!”
Luo RuiSheng was very good at figuring out what the Emperor likes. He opened his mouth just
to praise Jing-wang’s heir. It’s not very appropriate to say that the young royal grandson had
limitless potential, but to say that he was a scholarly genius was very clever.
This clear attempt at flattery really hit the Emperor right in the heart. Pleased, the Emperor
looked and appreciated this ‘rice’ word for quite some time and then ordered Luo Ruisheng to
mount it and hang it on the wall of GanQing Palace.
For Jing-wang’s heir to be so impressive, it made the Emperor remember the 7th and 8th Prince
who were in the palace.
The two princes were both still in class in the imperial study at this moment. The Emperor
visited the imperial study himself and gave them some warm words of encouragement. Then he
gave them plenty of homework as well, one of which was writing.
As royal uncles, they couldn’t lose to their royal nephew, who was not even one year old, right?
The little princes who were suddenly smacked in the mouth by a huge responsibility: “………”
The Emperor was not just generous to the 7th and 8th prince only. He also decided to appoint
two of the best scholars from the Imperial Hanlin Academy with the sole responsibility to
educate Jing-wang’s kids in the future. Jing-wang had originally hired a few well-educated
teachers from the Imperial City himself; now, they weren’t even needed.
The news of the Emperor’s arrangement returned back to the West Frontier. After Li Yu heard it,
he was very speechless. Wasn’t the Emperor pampering the little guys a bit too much?
“TianChi, did the ‘rice’ that Bao#1 wrote have some kind of profound meaning?” Li Yu couldn’t
help but secretly ask Jing-wang. Wasn’t it just ‘rice’? Why would the Emperor like it so much?
Jing-wang shook his head. He also didn’t know.
Bao#1, who accidentally heard the conversation between the two daddies: “……”
Bao#1 looked down at his own chubby small paws and felt very wronged. What ‘rice’? He
clearly wrote “big,” Big Bao’s “big.”
DTPF C103
