Garan slowly moved his face closer.

In an instant, their faces were very close.

"Really? How come I didn't know that? Perhaps... sir, you could teach me how to play with fire."

Her gentle, lingering voice carried a hint of seduction.

Ning Qing's eyes darkened further.

Just as Ning Qing lowered her head, about to kiss those lips...

Jialan's lips curled slightly, and he suddenly jumped away and retreated.

She darted toward the door, glancing back with a mocking look at Ning Qing, who stood there.

"Sir, I'll be going now! I'll have the chance to learn from you again next time."

After saying that, he stepped out the door without looking back.

Ning Qing was left alone, watching the red figure disappear into the distance.

A hint of helplessness and doting appeared in his eyes.

When Ning Qing sat down in the chair, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of tea...

A figure walked in through the doorway.

He stood in front of Ning Qing.

He lowered his head and bowed slightly.

She called out softly.

"grown ups".

Ning Qing glanced at him.

"What is it?"

The child kept his head down.

"It's the Second Prince. He wants to see you, Your Excellency."

Ning Qing then remembered that the Second Prince was the young man kneeling in the middle of the hall.

The old emperor wanted to use Lin Zilan as a tool to keep her hostage.

What are you doing here now?

Ning Qing said, "Let him wait in the hall first, I'll be there in a bit."

The boy accepted the order and left.

Ning Qing picked up the teacup on the table again and began to drink leisurely.

After most of the day had passed, Ning Qing finally set off for the main hall.

The Second Prince, who was waiting anxiously in the hall, saw Ning Qing appear.

A smile immediately appeared on his face.

He stood up and greeted her with a smile.

"The Imperial Preceptor".

Ning Qing nodded coldly at him with a cold face.

He walked straight to the head seat and sat down.

He picked up the teacup on the table and took a leisurely sip.

Only then did he raise his eyes and glance at the Second Prince sitting to the side.

"Second Prince, what brings you to my humble Imperial Preceptor's residence today?"

The second prince's face stiffened slightly, and he thought to himself: Which bastard would want to come here? If it weren't for the Empress Dowager's strict order, I wouldn't have come to this godforsaken place and been left hanging for most of the day.

Besides my father and mother, who else in the world would treat me like this?

No matter how unwilling he was, he had to put on a smiling face.

"I've come here today to apologize."

Ning Qing paused in her tea-drinking motion, then looked up and glanced at him.

Feigning doubt, he asked.

"Oh, what crime has the Second Prince committed?"

The second prince was furious. "I said I came to apologize, not that I committed a crime! Can't you understand human language?"

On the surface, however, they had no choice but to put on a smiling face.

He had just opened his mouth to speak.

Ning Qing's indifferent voice rang out again, interrupting him before he could finish speaking.

"If the Second Prince has committed a crime, please turn around and leave through this gate, turn right and go straight to the Dali Temple to turn yourself in."

He took another leisurely sip of tea and continued speaking.

"I believe that the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review will treat you leniently, considering your proactive surrender."

The second prince could no longer keep up the pretense.

His face was ashen.

He was born into nobility; his father was the ruler of a country, and his mother was the empress of a nation.

In this Great Eastern Kingdom, who wouldn't bow and scrape before him, fawning and flattering him?

Today, upon arriving at the Imperial Preceptor's residence, I was first left waiting for half a day, and then subjected to merciless ridicule.