The little guy immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes!"

"Hehe!" Fourth Master patted Hongjing's head and chuckled, then continued, "From now on, you will supervise your mother on behalf of your father, making her play the guzheng for one hour every day."

Hongjing agreed very seriously, "Okay!"

However, the Fourth Prince still had a question: "Do you know what an hour is?" After all, the child was still young.

Hongjing nodded, immediately got off the kang (heated brick bed), ran to his personal sandalwood chest, took out a pocket watch, and then brought it to the Fourth Master, pointing to the pocket watch and saying how an hour had passed!

After hearing this, the Fourth Master patted his head with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it!"

Jiaming, standing to the side, watched the father and son with no interest, continuing to look at the guzheng with a worried expression, sighing repeatedly!

Sure enough, my bad feeling was right. When I said "do my best," it really did include "homework"!

After instructing Hongjing, Fourth Master turned to Jiaming, who had a bitter face, and said, "By the way, Guarjia, you can't be lazy. The children are watching, so you have to set a good example and not let them learn bad habits from you!"

The tone of his voice and his expression clearly indicated that if you dare not set a good example and let your child go astray, the consequences will be severe!

What else could Jiaming do? She had been elevated to the status of a role model. Even if she was unwilling, she had to diligently complete the "homework" that Fourth Master had instructed her to do.

The next day, when Jiaming practiced, she wore a long face and practiced reluctantly. Next to her, Hongxuan also wore a long face and listened unwillingly. While listening, he kept saying that her playing was awful and urged her to practice faster and play better!

Jiaming wanted to smash the guzheng in anger and shout: It's not that she didn't want to learn quickly, but even if she wanted to learn quickly, it wouldn't be something that could be accomplished overnight.

However, turning around and looking at little Hongjing, I thought, well, he's fair-skinned and quite cute. It wouldn't be good to scare the little guy with something as crude as smashing the guzheng.

So, Jiaming spoke to the little guy gently and patiently. Although the little guy was small, he still listened to Jiaming's words. As a result, she never heard the little guy say that she played badly again.

However, after she finished her "homework" for the day, the little one muttered softly, "If only I could keep covering my ears and not hear anything."

Jiaming had a flash of inspiration and immediately came up with an idea.

The next day, she continued to do her "homework," while Xiao Hongjing happily played with his toys not far from her. If you didn't hear the sounds, you would think that after a day, Jiaming would become a guzheng master and play quite well.

On the morning of the third day, Jiaming got up early. After having breakfast, she arranged for Lvliu and Xiao Hezi to stay in Taoyuan to take care of Hongjing. Then, she took Hongtao to the Duanyuan of the Fujin to pay her respects.

When they arrived at the Fujin's place, things were quite calm at first, just like last time. They greeted each other calmly, bowed and paid their respects to the Fujin calmly, drank tea calmly, and chatted calmly.

But Jiaming always felt that this was just the calm before the storm. Sure enough, after drinking tea and chatting for a while, someone finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh dear, these past two days, Consort Guarjia, your Peach Courtyard has been filled with the constant sound of zithers." Madam Song spoke first to Jiaming in a sarcastic tone, "I was afraid you wouldn't know your own skill level, so I'm reminding you, the sound is like cotton being fluffed!"

Jiaming, who was holding a cup of tea, felt the gazes directed at her. She calmly continued to drink her tea elegantly, then gracefully put down her teacup, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and looked at Song Shi in surprise, saying, "You live so far from Taoyuan, how could you hear this?"

Song opened her mouth: "Listen..."

Jiaming interrupted Song Shi, "Could it be that your ears are too sharp, like those of a thousand miles away?" As she said this, she looked at Song Shi with pity, "No wonder you look so pale. It turns out that your ears are too sharp. Being disturbed and bothered too much has affected your mind."

She paused at this point.

Taking the opportunity, Song said, "No..."

Jiaming interrupted again, "Please don't interrupt yet, we haven't finished speaking!"

Song's face flushed with anger. Who interrupted whom? It was you who interrupted me!

The women exclaimed: "Guarjia is indeed formidable! She dares to distort the truth in front of everyone; she has such a thick skin!"

The shameless Jiaming continued, "However, you can't blame the guzheng playing for being affected! Your ears are sharp and your hearing range is wide, and that's not something that happened overnight. By the way, your pale complexion isn't something that happened overnight either; it must be a consequence of the sounds you heard before."

After saying all this in one breath, Jiaming paused again, as if to catch her breath.

At this moment, Madam Song angrily exclaimed, "No!"

"Not what?" Jiaming asked in response.

Ms. Song replied casually, "It's not that my ears are exceptional; my hearing is perfectly normal, just like anyone else's!"

"I see!" Jiaming looked at Song Shi in confusion. "Then I suppose Peach Garden is so far from you, you definitely can't hear it. Since you can't hear it, even if it's awful, it won't bother you. So what's it to you if I learn and play the guzheng at Peach Garden?"

“You…” Madam Song pointed at Jiaming, speechless with anger.

"What about me!" Even though Jiaming saw Song Shi trembling with anger, she didn't let it go and continued to escalate the situation: "It's you, it's you who's meddling in other people's business! I suppose it's because of your meddling and worrying that you've been tiring yourself out and always need to take medicine to recuperate."

Song almost vomited blood! She was instantly devastated by Jiaming's words.

Moreover, after a moment's thought, Song found that Guarjia's words actually made a lot of sense.

She pondered, wondering if she had really been overthinking things and had upset herself. After all, neither the imperial physician nor the doctors in the manor had said that she had any serious illness; they had always told her to just rest and recover.

The women looked at the now silent Song Shi, and then at Guarjia Shi, who had just been verbally combative but was now behaving obediently and elegantly. They began to exchange glances with each other.

After a moment of silence, a woman's voice suddenly rang out, "Sister Guarjia, it's not that Sister Song is meddling because she can't hear you, but your guzheng playing is indeed awful. Even if it doesn't affect those of us who live far away, those who live near Peach Courtyard, or those who live in Peach Courtyard, will definitely be disturbed!"

Listen to the timbre and observe the direction of the sound source to determine if it belongs to Consort Hesheli.

Immediately, all the women except Jiaming began to hope that Consort Hesheli could suppress Lady Guargia and teach her a lesson. After all, Lady Guargia had recently been favored by the Fourth Prince, and he had even personally taught her the guzheng! They were filled with envy and jealousy!

Jiaming glanced at the women, sneered inwardly, and thought to herself: You've got it backwards. Consort Hesheli will be the next Song!