The Winds Rise and Clouds Gather

Yun Ruomeng shot Chen Mo a glare, then comforted him. “Be good, Mu'er. Don't listen to your father. If it hurts, cry. Don't bottle it up. It breaks your mother's heart to see you suffer.”

“Madam, you can't raise a child like this.” Chen Mo picked up the teapot from the table and took several gulps straight from the spout. “As Heaven's movement is ever vigorous, so must a gentleman ceaselessly strive for self-improvement.”

“My son is still little, so of course he can't beat that horse. Once he's grown a bit, he'll be able to ride anywhere in the world.”

Yun Ruomeng carefully helped Chen Mu change out of his dirty clothes, then wiped his chubby little face clean with a snow-white silk handkerchief. Finally, satisfied, she planted a kiss on his soft, plump cheek. “I don't think that gentleman is anything special. He's like Physician Liu, always talking nonsense. He keeps saying that this and that are unbecoming of a gentleman, and it makes my ears hurt. If a gentleman can't do this or that, then my son doesn't need to be one. He can just be his mother's sweet little young master.”

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