[1] Transmigrated Into a World of Villains

Chapter 181: Big Brother's Dream Visit

Rong Yimeng felt smug, "Then I'll go find Grandfather. Grandfather loves me the most, he definitely won't let this go, hmph."

With that, Rong Yimeng twisted his little body and ran off.

His grandfather loved him the most.

In the main courtyard of Prince Rong's mansion.

Di Rongjing was holding Ah Bao's hand, looking at the old Prince Rong lying on the bed.

His hair was gray, and though he was only in his sixties, the stroke he suffered for more than a decade made him look much older than his peers.

Fortunately, Rong Taifei and their son and daughter-in-law took great care of him, so the room didn't have any of the medicinal or unpleasant smells typical of sickrooms. And Prince Rong was kept neat and clean, surrounded by maids, older servants, and guards.

Seeing the purple jade on Ah Bao's body, none of them dared to stop her.

"So, you're the Tenth Princess! It's my first time seeing you," Prince Rong said kindly, his face full of affection as he looked at Ah Bao. Perhaps it was his old age, but he grew fond of children.

Especially this, the late emperor's first granddaughter.

Thinking of the late emperor...

Prince Rong recalled a dream from the night before. His elder brother, the late emperor, had been gone for many years, but last night was the first time he'd dreamt of him. In the dream, his elder brother wept and lamented for a long time, saying something or other.

But his mind! He had forgotten what it was, yet the thought of it left Prince Rong deeply shaken.

Little Ah Bao, who barely reached the edge of the bed, called out, "Grandpa Rong..."

"Yes?" Prince Rong quickly responded, turning his head to look at Ah Bao. His cloudy eyes were filled with sighs. "I never thought the Ninth Prince and Tenth Princess would come to visit this old man."

"We had to come."

[I'm here on a mission. I'm waiting for you to scold your troublesome grandson.]

Prince Rong: ???

Ah.

Di Rongjing beside him lowered his head silently, struggling to keep a straight face.

What mischief is his sister planning now?

"Grandfather, do you have a grandson... or not?"

"I do, and he's the same age as the Ninth Prince. Why is little Ah Bao suddenly asking about Yimeng? To be honest, Yimeng is quite adorable. If you meet him later, you three will surely get along."

Ah Bao rolled her eyes.

[The old prince has been lying down for so long that his mind's become muddled, completely out of touch with the outside world.]

Prince Rong chuckled, "Does the Tenth Princess think I'm wrong?"

[Of course you're wrong. You've been bedridden for so many years, and your troublesome grandson has been running wild, using your name to bully others. He's more like a little tyrant than anything close to well-behaved.]

[If we're talking about well-behaved, who could be more well-behaved than me?]

[Ah Bao is a good child. Good children don't tattle; they handle things themselves.]

Di Rongjing: "..."

He glanced at the old prince quietly. Could it be that Ah Bao was planning to make a move on the old prince?

His mother had told him that Prince Rong was a highly respected and influential man, someone even his father, the emperor, would visit personally whenever the old prince returned to the capital.

Could such an old, seasoned figure really be swayed by his sister?

"Grandfather, Liang Qin says... cheating people out of money is wrong."

The old prince laughed, "You're just a little girl, why would I lie to you? I'm practically halfway to the grave already."

Could it be that there were things his grandson was up to that he didn't know about?

Ah, come to think of it, he had been bedridden for several years now, and much of what he knew about the outside world came through others, not from seeing it himself.

"Cough, cough." The old prince started coughing and sighed deeply.

Ah Bao bared her little white teeth, "Grandpa, does your head hurt?"

"Ah, it's an old problem." After being bedridden for so many years, which part of his body didn't ache? His health had been deteriorating, and headaches had become a common occurrence. Even though the imperial doctors from the palace frequently visited to check on him, nothing had helped, and gradually, the old prince had grown accustomed to it.

Fortunately, the pain came in waves, but when it struck, it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Little girl, let the Ninth Prince take you back to the palace. Grandpa needs to rest."

Ah Bao grinned, "Grandpa, let me blow on it for you, and it won't hurt anymore."

Ah Bao gently blew a few breaths on the old prince's head.

The old prince smiled, "This granddaughter is indeed more considerate than a grandson. That boy, Yimeng, can't sit still for long when he comes to see me, always eager to run off. He's never blown on my head for me."

As soon as he finishedspeaking, the old prince suddenly felt a clarity before his eyes, and his headfelt much lighter, the pain dissipating, and even his vision brightened.