Empress Ming, Empress Xiaochunxian, of the Gu'erjia clan, from the Manchu Plain White Banner, younger brother is Grand Scholar Gu'erjia Jiahuan. When Shizong Yongzheng was a prince, she gav...
Jiaming had no idea of the sternness beneath Fourth Master's serious face. At this moment, she, like Hongxuan, obediently nodded and accepted the punishment.
The mother and son both breathed a sigh of relief only after the Fourth Master lifted the carriage curtain and went out.
"After you get off the carriage, follow Su Peisheng. He will take you to settle in." Suddenly remembering that he had something to tell the Fourth Master, he turned around again, lifted the carriage curtain once more, but this time he did not get into the carriage.
Jiaming, who breathed a sigh of relief, and Hongxuan, who was secretly pleased and muttering "reciting is a piece of cake," were immediately caught red-handed by the Fourth Master.
As the sun set, the Fourth Master's shadow stretched long, as if pressing down on the carriage with immense pressure.
Inside the carriage, especially Hongxuan, his face instantly changed, showing a hint of utter despair.
“Reciting texts? A piece of cake, hehe,” Fourth Master glanced at Hongxuan indifferently, stared at him for a few blinks, and just as the little guy was about to succumb to the pressure of his gaze, he opened his mouth and casually uttered a sentence.
“If that’s the case, then let’s change the punishment. You’ve put in so much effort to go horseback riding, you should have the strength to write as well, so let’s make you trace the characters 100 times.”
He had originally planned to have Hongxuan learn to write after he turned three, but now he thought that starting six months earlier would be fine. With that thought, the Fourth Master lowered the carriage curtain again and turned to leave.
The remaining anxious Hongxuan pondered: Tracing characters and writing large characters, this punishment shouldn't be too difficult, right?
Thinking about it, the little guy's complexion improved considerably, but he still subconsciously looked up at Jiaming. He wasn't quite sure about his guess and needed to ask his mother.
Jiaming rubbed his little head, said nothing, but her eyes were quite meaningful.
Hongxuan, having understood, felt a sudden jolt in his heart.