With so many books, it's only natural that we should have a study.

Fortunately, the house is now large, and Shen Qingyu has set up a separate study on the second floor of the main house.

Then Liu Cuixi told him to tell his man to find a carpenter to make a bookshelf based on the wall.

When Liu Cuixi learned that the several large boxes were full of books, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak!

"My God... so many books, how much would that cost?"

Shen Qingyu smiled: There are many books, and they are very valuable, but they are not mine.

Two imperial guards carried the boxes up to the second floor, where Xue Juzheng led the Crown Prince and the Eighth Prince to sort and organize them.

When His Highness saw those familiar books, he felt a moment of disorientation.

The eighth prince, being quite young, exclaimed in surprise while holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand, "Brother, you're reading Buddhist scriptures?"

The prince took the Buddhist scripture and found that it was a copy of the Heart Sutra, a very rare version, with each character written in a thick and rounded style.

He naturally knew that this was not something from his own study, so he looked at Xue Juzheng.

Xue Juzheng flipped through the book in his hand: "If one can understand it, it may not be a bad thing."

His Highness the Crown Prince was kind and generous, but not stupid. He immediately understood, lowered his eyes for a moment, and respectfully agreed, placing the Buddhist scriptures on a stool to the side.

Before long, several more Buddhist scriptures were found in the Eighth Prince's book box; they were all rare treasures...

Even though the Eighth Prince was very young, he could tell that something was different.

He glanced outside with some apprehension before realizing that the Dragon Guard's arrival was suspicious.

Wanting to know the answer, the Eighth Prince looked at the Crown Prince and Xue Juzheng.

Xue Juzheng seemed oblivious, engrossed in reading a book, nodding and swaying his head.

His Highness the Crown Prince's eyes were clear, and his tone was gentle: "Wenjin, you are young and impulsive. Think things through more in the future, and speak only after you have made up your mind."

Wen Jin suppressed the sudden pang of sadness in her heart and nodded with tears in her eyes: "Brother, I understand."

In just over a month, Wen Jin was no longer the same Wen Jin who only cared that the countryside was more comfortable than the palace.

After experiencing many changes, the boy finally began to grow up.