Ye Ling curiously asked, "The Prince is only fifteen, why do you always call him a stickler, big brother?"
Ye Rong sneered, "Whenever the boys in our circle have fun gatherings, they invite him, but he never shows up. He looks at an absolute beauty and sees her as a log, lectures on principles constantly, and has tons of rules. What isn't stickler-ish about that?"
Ye Ling chuckled, not agreeing.
In early spring, she had a ball game with the Eldest Prince and found his personality proper and a bit stern but not as bad as her brother described. At least, he's few of words, not prone to lecturing everyone at length.
Xue Yinhuan urged, seeing the siblings engrossed in conversation they forgot to move, "Still standing outside? Hurry up, the Prince is busy. If he leaves, Third Young Master Ye won't see him."
