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[Childhood Memories: Prologue]

"Husband, I want to eat grapes," Su Rongrong said lazily, nestled comfortably in Yu Qingqian's arms. Yu Qingqian looked at his shy wife with doting eyes, peeling a grape and popping the glistening one into Su Rongrong's cherry-like mouth. Su Rongrong obediently hugged Yu Qingqian, happily stroking her lower abdomen with her right hand.

Yu Qingqian's slender fingers caressed Su Rongrong's hand, his eyes filled with deep affection. Don't let Su Rongrong's current obedient and docile appearance fool you; she's the most formidable tigress in the entire Xiangcheng. Yu Qingqian is known for both doting on and fearing his wife. But he has more than one tigress in his family; even his mother, Old Madam Ning, is not to be trifled with. Perhaps this is the greatest weakness of the greatest prime minister of Gengyue Kingdom. And when these two earth-shattering women argue, it puts Yu Qingqian in a very difficult position, leaving him caught in the middle.

Seeing the two people nestled together by the artificial hill, Old Madam Ning's anger flared. Remembering her shrewish daughter-in-law, her rage intensified. Her daughter-in-law had insisted that a pregnant woman needed her husband's company for the child's health. But she herself had been without a husband back then, and had given birth to a prime minister, second only to the emperor. She just wanted to steal her son from the middle. The old lady was furious, and seeing her son's doting treatment of Su Rongrong—a treatment she herself had never enjoyed—she thought, "He's really forgotten his mother after marrying a wife." Unable to contain her anger, she stepped forward.

Seeing her young mistress's angry expression, Madam Li knew that the young master would once again be caught in the middle. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the young master she had raised. She sighed softly.

"What a shameful sight! A woman clinging to her husband all day long!" Old Madam Ning said angrily, pointing at Su Rongrong, who was enjoying herself in her arms. Su Rongrong raised an eyebrow, amused by her mother-in-law's apparent son-loving tendencies. She thought to herself, "I also have a husband-loving tendency." "I didn't know my mother-in-law was here, and I wasn't feeling well, so I didn't greet her," Yu Qingqian said, feeling restless. She wanted to greet her mother, but Su Rongrong gave her a stern look, even pinching Yu Qingqian's thigh with her delicate hand. Old Madam Ning glared at Yu Qingqian, thinking, "She's really forgotten her mother now that she has a wife!" Her resentful gaze drifted towards Yu Qingqian, who was now caught in the middle. He could only quietly wait for the two women to start their battle. He just hoped he, the innocent bystander, wouldn't be caught in the crossfire.

Li's mother quickly cast a sympathetic glance at her young master, and Yu Qingqian, noticing this, returned the glance with a look of shared misery. This was because Li's mother's son and husband also shared the same Oedipus complex and wife-worshiping complex.

"Hmph, who knows what kind of thing it is. Maybe it's a money-losing burden." Old Madam Ning said angrily, unable to contain her anger. Su Rongrong was furious upon hearing this. She jumped up, glaring at Old Madam Ning. How dare she say her child was worthless, a money-losing burden? So what if it's a girl? But she was still indignant: "Mother-in-law, how could the one in my belly be a money-losing burden!" She maintained her charming smile and stared straight at Old Madam Ning.

"Alright! Since my daughter-in-law is so confident, how about we make a bet?" Old Madam Ning revealed a sly smile. Su Rongrong thought with some worry and began to hesitate. Seeing Su Rongrong's hesitant appearance, Old Madam Ning continued to provoke her: "Is your daughter-in-law afraid she won't be able to give birth? If she's afraid, then let's just forget about it." Old Madam Ning spoke casually, but her eyes were fixed on Su Rongrong's expression.

Su Rongrong isn't afraid of anything except provocation; even knowing it's a conspiracy, she'll foolishly jump in. This time, Old Madam Ning had precisely identified Su Rongrong's personality.

"Okay, go ahead and say it." Su Rongrong finally said this after a while.

"This is something you promised yourself, my dear wife. If you don't give birth to a grandson this time, I have a girl I'd like to marry into my family!" Old Madam Ning's smile grew increasingly sinister. Su Rongrong shuddered; she had impulsively jumped into a fire pit again, this time with her dear husband as the stake.

Yu Qingqian was also taken aback. She hadn't expected that after rejecting her mother's suggestion that morning, she would still try to persuade Rongrong. A wave of anxiety washed over her. She looked anxiously at Su Rongrong, urging her not to agree. However, Old Madam Ning stared at Su Rongrong with an expression that seemed to say, "You wouldn't dare." Su Rongrong, who had always been a woman of her word, couldn't stand such contempt. She blurted out, "It's a deal."

Old Madam Ning smiled with satisfaction, then looked at her son, as if to say, 'You have no right to stop it.' Yu Qingqian could only watch as his wife and mother made this deal without any say in the matter.

However, what happened next made Su Rongrong regret it for the rest of her life.

[Childhood Memories: Genius]

Rongrong was undoubtedly a beauty, with a touch of heroism in her brows, yet her skin was like jade, and her bright eyes held a confidence and decisiveness rarely seen in women—truly a remarkable woman. But now, Su Rongrong was in excruciating pain, constantly muttering to herself, beads of sweat seeping from her smooth forehead, soaking her silk clothes. The joyous sounds outside the door made Su Rongrong tremble. Her cunning mother-in-law had said that if she gave birth to a girl, her husband would have to take a concubine.

The drums and music were deafening, but Yu Qingqian was extremely anxious. Looking at her mother, whose wicked scheme had succeeded, and listening to her wife Su Rongrong screaming in the delivery room, she felt a deep unease.

"Yu Qingqian, you bastard! Why don't you have children yourself?" Su Rongrong thought about how if she gave birth to a girl, her husband would have to share half of his child with someone else, not to mention the pain of childbirth. Su Rongrong vented her inner pain. Yu Qingqian was also in great pain, thinking, 'If I could have children, I wouldn't have them either.' But this high-ranking prime minister only dared to think it, not say it aloud, because he was henpecked.

Listening to Su Rongrong's painful wails, Yu Qingqian felt extremely sad. His heart could only hold Su Rongrong. In everyone's eyes, Su Rongrong was an impulsive and brainless woman, but Yu Qingqian loved this rude and untalented woman. She was unpretentious, dared to love and hate, and was much purer than the daughters of officials. But his mother just didn't like Su Rongrong.

Su Rongrong gripped her wet nurse's hand tightly, her hands trembling. Looking at the newborn, she was puzzled. The child neither cried nor fussed, nor did it seem to have experienced the pain of birth. Its delicate, sculpted face held a serene contentment, and its eyes, as bright as the stars in the vast ocean, stared directly at Su Rongrong. Su Rongrong felt as if she were being drawn in. Those deep eyes—this child possessed such magic.

Unfortunately, the child was a girl. Listening to the deafening music outside, Su Rongrong stared blankly, utterly lost in thought. It was all her fault for being so reckless; now her husband was about to be sold. As she thought this, tears began to fall from Su Rongrong's eyes, each drop like a sparkling pearl.

The child in the wet nurse's arms seemed to understand Su Rongrong's pain, raising his little hand as if to wipe away the tears from her eyes. His bright smile seemed to shock both Su Rongrong and the wet nurse; the child's aura made their hearts tremble. Su Rongrong, who hadn't clearly seen the child's face before, hugged him tightly, looking at him with surprise. His small, innocent face shone with trust. "His appearance is like a flower, his voice like a bird, his spirit like the moon, his posture like a willow, his bones like jade, his skin like ice and snow, his figure like autumn water, his heart like poetry, and his fragrance like ink!" These words actually brought to mind the words of Su Rongrong, a woman with no literary talent. While shocked that she had given birth to such a beautiful child, Su Rongrong suddenly asked the beautiful child, "Child, would you like to be a man?"

This idea terrified the wet nurse. Was she going to make the young lady dress up as a man? Good heavens, the young lady was too bold! Just as she was about to stop her, the child nodded without hesitation. This not only surprised Su Rongrong, but the wet nurse beside her was also unable to recover from the shock.

The wet nurse, looking at the little lady in her arms, murmured as if controlled, "The young lady has given birth! She's given birth! She's given birth to a young master! A young master!" The drums and music outside the door ceased. Instantly, the sky turned crimson, and auspicious multicolored clouds surged towards the Prime Minister's residence like a spring, turning the residence a vibrant red, the clouds tightly enveloping it. Hundreds of birds began to sing, and a scene of a hundred birds paying homage appeared before everyone's eyes. Everyone in the Prime Minister's residence was astonished by this sight.

Suddenly someone said, "The young master is a deity descended from heaven." As soon as this was said, everyone spread the word that Yu Xiang's son was a holy son.

Although Old Madam Ning didn't like Su Rongrong, she adored this grandson. Even without seeing him, she was overjoyed and forgot all about the bet with Su Rongrong.

Meanwhile, Su Rongrong and the others in the delivery room had no idea what had happened; they only heard words like "holy son" and "auspicious clouds descending from the sky" coming in.

Su Rongrong happily kissed the beautiful child in her arms, but the child looked unhappy. Su Rongrong pinched the child's little face and said, "You silly child, what are you complaining about! My saliva smells sweet." This made the child roll his eyes at her, and he disgustedly wiped away the saliva Su Rongrong left with his little hand. Su Rongrong seemed to have discovered something good again, and hugged the child tightly, saying, "Wow, you can wipe your face! Baby, call me Mommy, come on!"

The wet nurse looked at her infatuated young lady with a sense of helplessness. How could a newborn baby talk? But why did she just say that she had given birth to a young master? She must have been bewitched. How could she blurt it out when she saw this child? While deep in thought, the wet nurse suddenly heard the word "Mother" repeatedly. She almost fainted. Was this a newborn baby? As soon as Su Rongrong heard her baby call her "Mother," she started to swoon again, muttering the word "Mother" over and over.

The baby in her arms looked like he couldn't take it anymore, and helplessly continued to wipe his little face that Su Rongrong had been rubbing.

For some reason, ever since I was born, Grandma Fox and my infatuated mom's affections have shifted from Dad to me. Now, my dad, the sandwich filling, looks pitifully at Mom, but when he sees me, he just keeps glaring at me like a laser beam. I'm so nervous!

Not only do I have to endure the bear hugs and wolf kisses from my infatuated mother and my cunning grandmother, but I also have to endure the barrage of abuse from my sandwich-sand father. Why is my baby life so much worse than everyone else's? I should have known better than to call that infatuated woman when I was born. Just for the sake of calling me "Mama," she held me and knocked on every door of the Prime Minister's mansion, recounting the momentous occasion when I called her that. She, a woman in postpartum confinement, actually ran around all day. The servants of the Prime Minister's mansion were all astonished by the sheer energy of the young master. They never expected even a woman in postpartum confinement to have such vitality, and couldn't help but marvel at the power of the Holy Son! As for me, I was extremely annoyed, thinking that this was clearly due to that infatuated woman's boundless energy, so why was it being blamed on me?

"Baby, come here." Ugh, she's using this trick again. I'm not going to come over no matter what, I'll crawl, I'll crawl! This woman's sinister smile is definitely not a good sign. Unfortunately, my short stature is no match for my infatuated mother's massive body; she lifted me up with one hand. She said with a smile, "Baby, Mommy's calling you, why are you running faster and faster!" Waaah, how can I not run? If you give me another bear hug, I'll be dead again.

"Baby, why are you crying? Are you angry because Mommy didn't kiss you? No wonder, it's all your stinky daddy and stinky grandma's fault. Come on! Mommy will make it up to you." The infatuated mother had an expression that she thought was true. After kissing me until I was dizzy, she looked at the drool on my face with satisfaction.

I was afraid of this happening again, that this infatuated girl would take advantage of me. Because my five senses (hearing, sight, taste, smell, and touch) are more sensitive than ordinary people's from birth, I could sense that Grandma Fox was about to arrive before she did. And sure enough, I was right.

"Hmph, my precious grandson is with you again! Give him to me!" Grandma Fox yelled as soon as she entered the door, looking at me in her arms. My infatuated mother, of course, wouldn't let go, holding me tightly, and I almost suffocated. But Grandma Fox, of course, wasn't going to let such a good opportunity slip by. Having finally seen her grandson, who had been held by her daughter-in-law, she naturally tried her best to snatch him away.

I saw the infatuated mother grab my hands and hold on tightly, acting as if I were her mother, while the fox grandma grabbed my little hoof and couldn't help but admire her grandson's good skin. No wonder her daughter-in-law kept holding him; now she couldn't let go either.

I was so miserable! I figured being torn apart by five horses would be better than this. Not long after, my ex-husband's father, the "sandwich generation," arrived, looking at the two women with a resentful expression. He'd been annoyed a few days ago, but now that these two women were no longer around him, but around this newborn baby, his jealousy flared. He snatched me away and, quite rudely, threw me onto a chair. He said to the two women, "Look at this! One is the Prime Minister's wife, the other is the Prime Minister's mother, and they're fighting over a child. What kind of behavior is this?" What he really meant was that they could only fight over me.

But my infatuated mother didn't seem to catch the underlying meaning of my jealous father's words, and muttered, "It wasn't like this back then, and you didn't say anything."

"What did you say?" I think my dad was furious. They were about to start arguing. "For your happiness, I'll make a sacrifice for a while (your crying counts as a sacrifice)," I thought, and I started wailing. This crying had a surprising effect. My mom and grandma's aggrieved expressions changed instantly. They glared fiercely at the culprit, my dad, and roared, "You bad old man (you unfilial son)!" These two women had never been so united before. My crying had actually awakened their maternal instincts.

My dad was so scared he almost cried. After that, I started to regret it, and their bear hugs and wolf kisses became even more intense. My dad's laser beam could practically pierce 100 holes in my body.

For the next few days, this farce unfolded daily, a silent struggle to survive or erupt. I broke free from my mother's embrace and staggered to my feet, startling my infatuated mother into tears. I simply couldn't stand that bear hug anymore. She collapsed to the ground, staring at me with a lovesick expression and her watery, doggy eyes, saying, "Marry me." She even smeared her snot and tears on me—she was taking advantage of me again. Ugh! I'd already developed some resistance to my mother's astonishing pronouncements; after all, none of the people in the Prime Minister's mansion were normal. That Prime Minister father actually made a baby less than a month old read books, and these were things like the Great Learning and the Doctrine of the Mean—he wouldn't be allowed to eat until he could memorize them. Looking at that treacherous father, I knew he was definitely using his position for personal revenge. And that foxy grandmother was even more outrageous. She actually made me learn martial arts! She actually made this toddler, who couldn't even walk steadily, learn martial arts! The whole world had gone mad. Even the servants in the Prime Minister's mansion were used to it. They would see me and say, "Young master, are you reciting your lessons?" or "Young master, are you learning martial arts?" It turns out I was forced into becoming a genius by them.

Legend has it that the son of the Prime Minister of Gengyue Kingdom spoke as soon as he was born, moved freely in less than a hundred days, and could read and write in just a few days—he was simply a prodigy! Moreover, his appearance was comparable to that of an immortal! Matchmakers have already worn down the gates of the Prime Minister's mansion for such a young child; what will he be like when he grows up!

[Childhood Memories: My Master]