Mo Yan took Yuan Feng directly to the Imperial Study. The teacher had been waiting for a long time, and Yuan Feng was surprised to find that it was an old man.

"My mother is so old, can she still remember what to teach me?"

Before Yuan Feng could finish speaking, Mo Yan slapped him hard on the head. "No manners! This is my teacher, and from today onwards, he's your teacher too. You have to respect your teachers, understand?"

After Mo Yan finished speaking, she bowed slightly to the old man and said, "Teacher."

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress." The old man returned the greeting. "Although Your Majesty the Empress said she hoped I would tutor the Crown Prince, I would like to know how the Crown Prince is progressing. So I have given him a few questions, hoping he can do them."

"Okay, teacher, I also want to see if you are qualified to be my teacher."

Yuan Feng patted his chest, feeling confident that he could definitely do it.

It was okay at first, but later he couldn't understand it anymore.

Although the crown prince is intelligent, he has always been unruly and often sleeps, so he can't understand deeper parts of the brain.

When he couldn't figure it out, he immediately asked the teacher for help. Soon, he stood up obediently and performed the apprenticeship ceremony very seriously.

Seeing Yuan Feng's sensible attitude, Mo Yan felt a little regretful, as she hadn't disciplined the child yet today.

Watching Yuan Feng attend class, Mo Yan freed her hands to do other things. She tidied up Yuan Feng's small kitchen and found out who had been messing around with him.

Finally, I looked through all the books in his study. Most of them were about food, drink, and entertainment. That's great. It turns out that someone has been guiding Yuan Feng all along.

When Yuanfeng came home from school, Moyan had him look at the map, the first one being the map of the palace.

"You must remember every single place on this map. If there is danger, remember where you should go, understand?"

"Mother, why do you think I'm in danger? Didn't you find the person who poisoned me before?"

Yuan Feng didn't quite understand why his mother was so nervous.

I've already answered that question. Think about it yourself.

Let's not talk about that picture now. Let's talk about the people in your palace; they're constantly getting you addicted to games. What do you say about that?

The prince's room was truly filled with everything imaginable; dice, crickets were just the tip of the iceberg, and there were many other things as well.

"Can't we play after studying? They just think I'm too boring."

"So you're just leading them astray? I'll give you two choices: either make them all leave, or I'll give them fifty lashes."

Yuan Feng: "!!!"

Yuan Feng's face turned extremely pale. "Mother, why do you hit people so easily?"

"Fine, so you mean I won't fight them and will let them continue to scheme against you?"

"They did it to make me happy," Yuan Feng explained, frowning.

"Yes, games are for fun." Even those books and people that shouldn't be there are for fun. The people here really go to great lengths to make the Crown Prince happy.

"So you want to spend your whole life playing games? Planning to be idle and rely on your father for the rest of your life?"

Don't you want to work hard to support yourself?

"Well, I have a stipend, and I also receive rewards from my father. In the future, someone from the Crown Prince's residence will also send me money."

Consort Chen said that from now on, the entire world will belong to me, so I can do whatever I want with it.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's face darkened immediately. She grabbed him, pulled down his pants, and started hitting him.

"You deserve a beating!"

"Whatever your father has, it all belongs to the people. Without the people, you're just a little brat. Without the country, where would the crown prince be?" Mo Yan was furious. Oh dear, this little brat deserves a beating.

"Your Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince is still young. He will understand in the future."

Seeing this, Jingyin felt a pang of sympathy and quickly spoke up.

"In the future?" Mo Yan sneered. "I'm afraid he won't understand and will be ruined. Jingyin, I've always trusted you so much. Every time you said the Crown Prince was good, obedient, and attentive in class, but what was the result!"

Is this being obedient? Is this being serious? If Yuan Feng weren't the Crown Prince, then being a spoiled brat wouldn't be a big deal. At worst, we could just beat him up every day and eventually give him some land.

"If you were an ordinary child, it wouldn't matter if you played around; at most, you'd just be a naughty kid. But you're the crown prince, and if you were naive, you'd be courting death. If I didn't prepare your three meals a day, do you think you'd still be alive?"

Nobody knows how long those bird's nests have existed.

Perhaps you'll tell me you don't want to be the crown prince. If you become the former crown prince, then future emperors will also be wary of you and send you straight to heaven.

Therefore, you have no choice but to be excellent; if you want to live, you have no other option but to be excellent.

"Who told you to be born into an imperial family? Your misfortune is my misfortune even more."

Perhaps Jingyin really didn't have any bad intentions, but her constant indulgence and protection of the Crown Prince made the original owner completely unaware of just how simple-minded the Crown Prince was.

Yuan Feng was startled by Mo Yan's angry expression and was somewhat at a loss.

"If you can't do anything in the future, why do you expect everyone to play cricket fighting with you? Or do you expect people to play cockfighting with you?"

"If you really don't want to study, and you don't want to be the crown prince, just tell me. I'll take you away from here, and we'll find some remote mountain forest to farm."

Yuan Feng: "???"

After finishing her sentence, Mo Yan left without saying anything more, leaving some people behind to protect the Crown Prince.

The dinner that Yuan Feng had been longing for wasn't made by Mo Yan; it was sent from the imperial kitchen.

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