"I remember, but I don't know what it means." Qingtian said, and immediately mumbled a bunch of things.

Qin Hexuan was immediately overjoyed and ordered Song Tao, "Quickly find someone who knows Mongolian."

"yes!"

After Song Tao went down, he came back with a man in his thirties not long after.

"My humble servant Geng Zhengtian greets the young master."

"Master, Geng Zhengtian's mother is Mongolian, so he has been able to speak both Mandarin and Mongolian since he was a child."

"Come here and listen to what they're saying." Qin Hexuan waved to Geng Zhengtian to get closer, then said to Qingtian, "Qingtian, be good and repeat what you heard from him."

Geng Zhengtian was originally quite happy when the young master called him to do an errand, but he never expected that it would be such an errand.

This is a joke!

How old is this little girl? She doesn't even look three years old. How could she learn Mongolian after hearing it just once?

How should I explain to the young master if I don’t understand later?

Geng Zhengtian's joyful mood had now sunk to the bottom, but since he was already here, he had to pretend to listen.

Who would have thought that when Qingtian opened his mouth, he actually uttered a string of Mongolian words.

If he hadn't been able to clearly hear the awkwardness of her pronunciation and the messy punctuation, Geng Zhengtian would have thought that Qingtian herself could speak Mongolian.

"Do you understand? Speak quickly!" Seeing that he was in a daze, Song Tao quickly poked him from behind.

"Oh, yes." Geng Zhengtian finally came back to his senses and said, "That's what I said. Miss, have you forgotten that before you left, your father and mother told you that the capital is not like the grasslands, and you must control your temper and not act as you please like at home.

"You are shouldering the responsibility of your family's future and your father's life. Stop being naughty and childish..."

Apart from having to re-punctuate the words, Geng Zhengtian translated what Qingtian repeated with almost no effort.

Qin Hexuan finally remembered at this time that he had heard of such a thing before.

It seems that a tribe in Mongolia was defeated in the battle for winter pastures. In order to seek protection from the court, they not only offered the secrets of selecting and breeding war horses, but also had their daughter personally send them to the palace.

Her daughter will stay in the palace until she comes of age, and the emperor will help her choose a husband.

They told the outside world that he was brought into the palace to keep the princess company, but in fact everyone knew that he was brought in as a hostage.

However, Qin Hexuan did not expect that this "hostage" would be so arrogant and domineering. After arriving in Beijing, not only did he not enter the palace immediately, he even had the leisure to follow him to the morning market to have breakfast.

But this matter was still related to the palace, so after thinking about it, Qin Hexuan still felt that he should inform his aunt and mother.

"Qingtian, why don't you play here for a while? I'll be back soon, okay?" Qin Hexuan asked Qingtian, "Can I ask Songtao to stay here with you?"

This time, Qingtian didn't say yes directly, but asked: "Brother Qin, how long will it take for you to come back?"

Qin Hexuan raised his hand and pointed at the clock in the corner of the room: "Just watch, when that long needle reaches the top, I will definitely be back."

"Okay." Qingtian didn't know how to recognize a clock, but he still remembered Qin Hexuan's words and said obediently that he could do it alone.

Qin Hexuan wanted to go back quickly, so he quickly left the room.

Song Tao looked at the clear sky in front of him, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He didn't know how to coax children at all, but he saw how the young master treated Qingtian.

So I had no choice but to go up and ask, "What do you want to play, Miss Sunny?"

Qingtian hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the desk and asked, "Is the back of the paper on the desk still usable?"

If the rice paper or ink stick is of poor quality, it will definitely seep through to the back as soon as you write.

But Qin Hexuan's food, clothing and other daily necessities were all the best. The rice paper on his desk was even more expensive than the one in his father's study.

Combined with a good ink stick, there won’t be too many signs of penetration on the back of the paper.

But Songtao was puzzled. What did Qingtian want to do with the back of the paper?

Qingtian asked hesitantly, "Can I write a few words on the back?"

"Of course you can. Not to mention writing on the back, you can just write on a new piece of paper!"

Song Tao didn't dare to hug her casually like Qin Hexuan did, so he moved the things to the small table on the couch and let Qingtian draw there by herself.

But he soon discovered that Qingtian was not just scribbling, but was trying hard to practice the name that Qin Hexuan had taught her to write before.

Oh, such a well-behaved little girl, let alone her own young master, who wouldn’t like her!

Qingtian was concentrating on practicing writing his own name. When Qin Hexuan came to the main house, he found that Princess Rui was still there, but her eyes were a little red and swollen, and the powder on her face was a little smudged.

Qin Hexuan was glad that he didn't bring Qingtian with him, otherwise it would be like rubbing salt into his aunt's heart.

When Princess Rui saw Qin Hexuan coming, she waved him over and asked, "What's the matter, Hexuan?"

"I came to see if my aunt is feeling better..." Qin Hexuan could only say some words that seemed a little against his will.

Princess Rui has been in the palace for so many years, how could she not see what he was thinking?

But she rarely saw Qin Hexuan so nervous, and she found it funny, thinking that this was how a child should be.

I also felt that since he was so young, nothing serious would happen to him, so I didn't take it seriously and just kept him to talk.

In order to ease the mood, Princess Rui asked about trivial matters in life.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!