"Mother Consort, I don't like it here!"
At this moment, the Third Prince glanced around with furrowed brows. He appeared to be five or six years old, yet he was very averse to studying.
Upon hearing this, Consort Lande could not care less about Zhang Jian and directed a stern gaze at Weizhen.
"My son, you have reached the age for learning. In no time, your father will arrange a tutor for you to begin your education. But if you can't keep up, you'll naturally fall behind your older brothers and younger siblings. At that time, your father certainly won't be fond of you!"
Hearing this, the innocent Third Prince scrunched up his little face and asked, "Why doesn't Father like me?"
Consort Lande shook her head and said, "Your father dislikes lazy people. If you work hard, only then will your father allow the Empress to visit you in the future!"
Zhang Jian, standing nearby, discreetly stepped back.
