Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

Li Yunxi had tolerated Li Jiarui’s antics repeatedly, but Li Jiarui kept making trouble, constantly stoking Li Yunxi’s anger. Li Yunxi always wanted to give Li Jiarui a lesson but thought of the loyalty of the Zhong family behind the imperial concubine, so he resisted the urge.

Now, Li Yunxi realized he had been too lenient with this rebellious son.

He thought it was just a small tease on Jing Xingzhi behind his back, but he actually stepped on the portrait of his teacher. It was so stupid and hateful.

Li Yunxi waved his sleeves: “Zhang Tong, put the painting in front of Li Jiarui and let him see it clearly!”

Li Jiarui’s eyes turned red, and he pursed his lips unconvinced: “It’s just a painting, and I have seen a painting better than that…”

Li Jiarui had always been spoiled. When had he ever been hit with a brush until his face and clothes were soiled? He felt extremely wronged, especially with outsiders present, including Ning Yongyuan, making him feel even more embarrassed.

Zhang Tong approached Li Jiarui with the portrait. Li Jiarui jumped up and stretched out his hand, trying to tear the painting apart.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jing Xingzhi grabbed him and pushed Li Jiarui to the ground.

After subduing Li Jiarui, Jing Xingzhi angrily said to Li Yunxi, “Your Majesty, you are here to teach your son, why am I, an outsider, stay here? Let Xingzhi take the portrait and leave, so that the painting will not be bullied again!”

Jing Xingzhi had used too much force in subduing Li Jiarui. His chin was knocked by Li Jiarui’s struggling elbow, making his eyes red with pain. Because of his appearance, coupled with his inherent anger, it looked very real, as if he was genuinely heartbroken for Fang Qichen.

Li Yunxi couldn’t help but think that this junior brother was truly a gentleman just like the rumors suggested!

After looking at this display of loyalty, he then looked at his terrible son.

Li Yunxi didn’t even want to ask. He knew that Li Jiarui might have been instigated by Ning Yongyuan, but so what? It was his fault for being stupid!

Li Yunxi walked down the steps, took the scroll with one hand, and grabbed Jing Xingzhi’s arm with the other: “It’s senior brother who teaches his son wrong.”

Li Yunxi rarely admitted mistakes, and no one dared to say he was wrong. When an emperor was fatuous, there were always treacherous ministers and concubines. Li Yunxi was definitely not mediocre, so almost no one said he was wrong, but today he admitted his fault—he had no way to teach his children.

Compared with Jing Xingzhi, he felt that he did not do his duty very well as the disciple. The little junior brother had only been with the teacher for less than a year but could protect his teacher like this without fear of imperial power!

Shouldn’t Li Yunxi educate his son well? Even if his son was a prince, he couldn’t surpass his teacher, Fang Qichen.

“Take the second prince outside the palace, hit with twenty boards, and make him kneel for two hours.” Li Yunxi waved his hand and asked someone to take Li Jiarui down.

From the moment Li Yunxi threw down his brush to the moment he asked someone to punish Li Jiarui, it was just a matter of Jing Xingzhi adding one sentence and stopping Li Jiarui.

Before Li Jiarui could regain his composure, he heard that he was about to be punished.

Li Jiarui was dissatisfied and said, “Why are you hitting me? It’s just a painting!”

Zhang Tong said, “Ouch,” frowned, and advised, “Stop talking like that, Second Highness. The painting is of Chief Fang and his beloved…”

Finally, Li Jiarui realized the gravity of his actions.

When they first met, Li Jiarui didn’t bully Jing Xingzhi because he knew that his father, Li Yunxi, valued the rules of seniority. So, Li Jiarui made a plan and wanted Jing Xingzhi to beg him.

But the result surprised Li Jiarui. He never expected that the ordinary and fat old man in the painting was actually the Fang Qichen who had taught his father!

Li Jiarui was stunned for a moment, and the Yulin Guard grabbed his arm and took him outside the hall.

He was half-dragged out, shouting for himself, “Father, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know who it was!”

The person who didn’t know was not guilty; he really didn’t know! If he had known, Li Jiarui would definitely not have touched the painting made by Jing Xingzhi.

But it was too late to regret. Li Yunxi had a cold face and allowed the Yulin Guard to take him out, letting the sound of the board strikes resound in his ears.

Li Yunxi was really angry. The Yulin Guard would not be overly harsh, but they did not dare to be too lenient either. So, the board really hurt Li Jiarui’s body.

When Jing Xingzhi heard the shouting, he was neither satisfied nor dissatisfied. Those people dared to hit the prince hard? Definitely not. So, with 20 gentle beating, the wounds would be cured in half a month.

However, Jing Xingzhi was quite satisfied with Li Yunxi’s explanation and reaction. Because the other party’s reaction showed that Li Yunxi still had respect for the old man.

Last month, Li Jiarui smashed a prince’s head and was not punished. Such a result really broke Li Yunxi’s previous behavior style.

But this naughty kid Li Jiarui really went too far. He could have just take the paintings away, why did he step on it? How many times did he stepped on the painting? If his feet were useless, he should have just donate them to others!