Hee Wenqian whispered, "I just find him an eyesore, fearing that the Empress would be displeased because of him."
Hee Qingshan is just a stinking rat in the ditch, even a glance is disgusting.
Whenever he sees Hee Qingshan now, he recalls those scenes from his childhood. He doesn't want to remember them, but he does. Each time he sees him, he feels repulsed.
"Your Highness, you've been a bit impatient lately."
Hee Wenqian slowly withdrew his anger, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I can't control myself around him."
He never told anyone that he could remember things from when he was one or two years old. Such filthy memories would taint his teacher and the Empress.
