Disturbance, Is Sweet Dumpling Trying to Make Her Nightmare Come True

Want to ask Max Zhai and the others for help?

That's absolutely impossible...

After Max Zhai, Leo Si, and Evan Yu returned home, their fathers lifted them onto their shoulders, praising, "You truly take after your old man!"

But...

They barely had time to be happy before their mothers dragged them back, hugging them tightly and wailing over them. Max Zhai's mother in particular clung to him and cried for half a day—his head was pounding from it...

All three mothers believed their sons had suffered terribly. Looking at their sons' thin faces, the ladies cried so fiercely that after driving their husbands out, they personally went to the kitchen to make nourishing food for their boys.

Having a loving mother is a blessing, but when there's too much of this blessing, it's honestly unbearable—at least for Max Zhai and the others, who felt this love was simply too heavy. So heavy... it was almost suffocating!

"Mom, I've already eaten five meals today." Max Zhai looked at the huge bowl of black-bone chicken soup, nearly in tears...

If he kept eating, he'd turn into a little fatty—the first person in the Nine Provinces to die from overeating.

"My son, just look how skinny you are. I'm only worried about you—come, let me feed you."

Max Zhai's mother blew on the soup to cool it, then brought it to his lips. Just as Max was about to refuse, his mother's tears started falling...

Wuwuwu... this is so hard!

With tears in his eyes, Max Zhai kept stuffing food into his already round belly.

The same scene played out in the Si and Yu households...

Leo Si refused to eat?

Fine, I'll go back to my parents' home and never come back.

Young Marshal Colin Si immediately protested, dragging Leo over for a lecture: "Who told you not to listen to your mother? Go eat... Even I don't get to eat!"

"Dad, I really can't eat anymore." Leo Si was about to cry.

Young Marshal Colin Si's face darkened: "It's just a bowl of soup. One trip to the bathroom and it'll be gone. Be good, listen to your mother for now—otherwise she'll take your younger siblings and go back to her parents', and you know what that'll mean."

Leo Si nodded tearfully and kept forcing food into his stomach...

Evan Yu had it much easier. He wasn't a glutton, but his appetite was impressive—whatever his mother gave him, he ate it all, then lay on his bed and let the little maid massage his belly to help him digest.

The three 'little gluttons' had recently been fed so well by their mothers that their skin was glowing and soft. All they did was eat and sleep. When they received a letter from Little Dumpling, they struggled to get up and reply:

Your Highness, we're stuffed, can't move—you're on your own! Good luck!

When Little Dumpling got their reply, he was overwhelmed with envy, jealousy, and resentment!

His parents?

Forget it, better not even mention them...

His father's usual move was to give him a cold look and say, "Write a policy essay for me."

And his mother?

She wanted to cook for him herself, but...

Every time she was about to start, his father would catch her, drop everything—even government affairs—and run to the kitchen to drag her away, saying: "The kitchen is too dangerous. If you want something, let the royal chefs make it. If they mess up... I'll have them executed!"

Under those circumstances, could he really let his mother cook for him?

Would the royal chefs dare mess up the food?

That's why, kids whose parents don't spoil them really have it tough.

Just as Little Dumpling was wallowing in envy, Felix Fuller and Holden Cui walked in, each carrying a stack of memorials half as tall as themselves: "Your Highness, all these documents must be reviewed today, and tomorrow... they'll need to be distributed."

"How is there so much?" Little Dumpling nearly jumped up in shock.

It was already evening—never mind finishing, even reading them all would take until dawn!

He's still just a kid—he can't pull an all-nighter...

"The Three Kingdoms remnants attacking the capital exposed a lot of spies. Whether these people live or die is up to Your Highness." So, they're not trying to dump work on Little Dumpling—

There really was a ton to do, and they were swamped too. The only ones with free time were the Emperor and Empress, still strolling leisurely toward the capital.

"All these matters..." Little Dumpling gritted his teeth. "Shouldn't we wait for Father to return to the capital before making a decision? I'm just a little prince—I don't have that kind of authority!"

"Seriously, you guys are the worst. Bullying kids like this—it's just too much."

"His Majesty said that this matter is entirely up to Your Highness. No matter what you decide, His Majesty has no objections and will not interfere," Felix Fuller bowed his head and repeated Nolan's words.

Honestly, you can't blame them. It's obvious the Emperor wants to toughen up his son—they're just taking advantage of the situation. Without the Emperor's approval, they'd never dare mess with the future ruler, not even if they borrowed courage from heaven.

The whole imperial family holds grudges. None of them want to spend the rest of their lives working themselves to death.

"Father..." Little Dumpling clenched his tiny fists, forcing himself not to slam them on the desk.

No slamming—if his hand gets sore, writing will hurt even more. He has to hold back.

"What His Majesty means is, if you hadn't tried to run away, you'd already be on the throne. All this would just be your daily job," Holden Cui kindly reminded Little Dumpling. Don't forget this little detail.

Honestly, if not for that little stunt, Nolan wouldn’t be putting Little Dumpling through all this.

Brat, you dare to run?

Think running away means you can skip paperwork? Skip state affairs?

Dream on!

You’re in the palace—just do your job as emperor!

With things spelled out like this, what else can Little Dumpling say?

No way out, so he takes it like a champ: "Just leave the memorials here, sirs. If there's nothing else, you can go."

Little Dumpling sits up straight, face serious—he won’t let the Crown Prince’s reputation slip!

Felix and Holden stifle their laughter, deciding not to tease Little Dumpling any further. The two exchange glances and quietly slip away...

Really, it’s not like they’re trying to make his life hard—there’s just a ton of state business lately, and they’re swamped too...

No help, no backup, and his own parents clearly aren’t lifting a finger. All Little Dumpling can do is accept his fate.

But these memorials—there’s no way to get through them in just a few hours. Staring at all those words, Little Dumpling feels his head spinning...

"Will this ever end?" By midnight, he’s only halfway done. With a loud smack, Little Dumpling throws down his brush and collapses on the desk, playing dead.

It’s torture—his hand is so swollen from writing.

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"Sweet Dumpling, big brother suddenly really misses you." If she were here, at least he could vent his frustrations on her. But right now...

"Go fetch Snow Wolf." If he can't sleep, neither can Snow Wolf. Hmph...

Snow Wolf, sound asleep, suddenly twitched and woke up in the middle of the night. Confused, it glanced around, saw nothing wrong, yawned, and settled back down. But...

It had barely closed its eyes when palace attendants came running, calling from afar, "Lord Wolf, His Highness requests your presence."

Snow Wolf is clever—everyone in the palace knows it. The attendants don't dare approach a sleeping wolf, so they have to shout from outside...

His Highness? Little Dumpling?

Whatever sleepiness Snow Wolf had built up vanished instantly. It leapt from its bed, fur bristling...

For some reason, Snow Wolf suddenly shivered.

It just knew this couldn't be good. Was there any way to get out of it?

Just as Snow Wolf had that thought, the attendants outside called again: "Lord Wolf, His Highness says if you don't show up within half an hour, tomorrow..."

Well, that's it—there's no escaping now!

Snow Wolf, utterly aggrieved, walked out of the palace and howled at the moon: Owooo... I want to go back to Wolf Fort! Little Dumpling is too mean, too scary, and doesn’t care about animals at all!

Meanwhile, at Mystic Healer Valley, Sweet Dumpling—who was thriving there—was jolted awake by a nightmare. She sat up, clutching her rabbit plush, and looked around in confusion...

It was pitch dark, and she felt like bugs were crawling everywhere—and all of them seemed to be heading straight for her...

"So scary!"

Sweet Dumpling felt goosebumps all over. There was no way she could sleep in this room again. Hugging her bunny pillow, she slipped out of bed...

She put on her little cloth shoes and padded outside...

To the left were Grandpa Valley Master, Grandpa Marcus, Grandpa Redwater and the others; to the right, Grandpa Adrian and Grandpa Guile, then Sister Anping and Brother Ziluo...

Sweet Dumpling stood at the doorway for ages, then decisively ran toward Brother Ziluo’s room.

The grandpas were all old—if she woke them up at night, she'd be in big trouble the next day. To save her own little life, Sweet Dumpling gave up on the grandpas, hugged her bunny pillow, and scampered right to Ziluo’s room...

She was afraid of the dark, so she ran as fast as she could. When she reached Adrian Dongling’s door, she pounded on it, bang bang bang...

"Brother Ziluo, Brother Ziluo, wake up, wake up... Sweet Dumpling wants to sleep with you."

Her voice was loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. The Valley Master and others, all light sleepers, were instantly awake: "What's Sweet Dumpling doing? So much energy in the middle of the night—did she not pull enough weeds today?"

The Valley Master silently made a note: tomorrow, Sweet Dumpling would definitely be put in charge of another patch of the herb garden.

"Sweet Dumpling’s been way too energetic lately. That five-colored toad is out of food—let her go find some poisonous critters," Grandpa Guile yawned, already assigning her new chores.

Grandpa Redwater just lay there, saying nothing... There were plenty of people ready to punish Sweet Dumpling—he didn’t need to get involved.

Sure enough, not just those three—even Grandpa Marcus and Grandpa Adrian were thinking the same: their backs had been aching lately, so Sweet Dumpling could give them a good massage...

Sweet Dumpling had no idea the grandpas had already planned out her chores for tomorrow, the day after, and even the next half month. She just kept banging on the door: "Brother Ziluo, open up, Sweet Dumpling’s scared!"

Adrian Dongling was sleeping soundly, but Sweet Dumpling’s racket woke him up. Groggy and cranky, he got out of bed and opened the door—then saw pitiful Sweet Dumpling and couldn’t bring himself to scold her.

"What happened now?" He scooped up Sweet Dumpling, kindly letting her in instead of sending her away...

"Brother Ziluo, I had a nightmare," Sweet Dumpling clung tightly to Adrian Dongling. As expected...

Whenever Sweet Dumpling was scared, she’d always run to Adrian Dongling.

She buried her face in his arms, trembling. "Brother Ziluo, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Adrian Dongling was helpless against her. He tucked her in beside him, and with her bunny pillow in his arms, Sweet Dumpling finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Sweet Dumpling woke up feeling refreshed, stretched, and hopped out of bed, ready for a brand new day!