A few days later, Fuquan specially sent over a plaque, and he blushed as he asked Feiyanggu to replace it.

Upon learning this, Qingyan chuckled to himself in the mansion. Fuquan was the oldest among them, and Kangxi even used Fuquan's story as a model to teach Longxi and Changning, urging them to improve their Chinese language skills as soon as possible.

“Little girl, you can’t just focus on learning Chinese, you have to learn Manchu too!” Yin noticed that Qingyan learned Chinese characters very quickly, but her attitude towards learning Manchu was completely the opposite.

She pouted. "Ba, Manchu script... Ugh!" Just looking at it gave her a terrible headache.

"Fourth Brother, Manchu is so hard to write, I'll just learn Chinese characters!" Qingyan made flower shapes with her two small hands and placed them on both sides of her cheeks, carefully trying to act cute, hoping to get Yin to forgive her.

After she came to the Qing Dynasty, Manchu, Mongolian and Chinese became the languages ​​of her early education. Sometimes, she would confuse the characters in Mongolian and Manchu. For her, a new generation who had grown up under the red flag for decades, it was simply an alien language that gave her a headache.

"No way!" Yin pinched her chubby little face, took her little hand in one hand, and slowly wrote their names in Manchu on the paper. In modern times, Qingyan was a member of the April Fourth Party. She had seen the Manchu names of April Fourth on the forum. Was that the winding and turning character next to it her name?

Suddenly, her big eyes turned into mosquito coil eyes. This name is so difficult!

“This is Qingyan…this is my name, Yin!” Yin pointed to the two names. She had to recognize them. He had thought that Qingyan was quick to learn characters and should be able to read Manchu very quickly as well.

But this girl pulled off a complete reversal, making him the worst student in the entire literature curriculum. Within three days, he hadn't memorized a single character except for two simple words, and what he wrote was all wrong.

"Waaah... I don't want to write! It's too hard!" Qingyan threw down the brush, her little body swaying. Of course, Yin wouldn't let Qingyan stop learning just because she acted spoiled. As the primary consort, Qingyan had to go through all sorts of occasions. In particular, after he ascended the throne, Qingyan would have to read the Manchu prayers for blessings at the silkworm-raising ceremony, all of which were in Manchu.

Yin was having a headache. He had never coaxed anyone to learn to read. The princes and princesses in the palace were sensible at a young age, and the mothers of the various palaces would teach their children Manchu in advance so that they could show off in front of their father.

Upon arriving at Ulanara's home, Qingyan's enthusiasm for learning became noticeably different. When learning Chinese characters, her large, watery eyes would light up immediately. However, when faced with Manchu and Mongolian characters, she seemed like a lifeless old woman, always unable to remember them.

"Qingyan, you've finished your Manchu language study for today, so I'll have you practice archery." In his previous life, Yin was known as "three and a half li" (meaning weak and feeble), but now, he has been focusing on building arm strength since childhood, and he can finally shake off the shame of his past life.

Qingyan's eyes immediately lit up. It was often mentioned in the novel that Yin's archery skills were the worst. After ascending the throne, all hunting or inspection tours of Mongolia were handled by Prince Yi, Yinxiang.

Many paintings depicting Emperor Yongzheng in casual attire and cosplay have been left behind, which are still widely discussed. She saw many meticulous paintings circulating online, in which the Fourth Prince even dressed himself up as a Westerner.

The famous painting of the Ten Beauties by Emperor Yongzheng puzzled Qingyan even more, as she couldn't distinguish the differences between the ten beauties no matter how she looked at it.

Now, she feels a pang of jealousy.

The dreaded process of learning to read made Qingyan want to bang her head against a wall. Why give up being a proper artsy young person and insist on learning this? She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye; the serious expression on his face made Qingyan abandon her little schemes and resignedly begin learning.

After a cup of tea, Yin sensed a change in Qingyan's attitude; she was no longer refusing to cooperate. Now, her attitude was noticeably more positive.

Outside the gate, Fei Yanggu returned to the manor and saw Qingyan sitting in Yin's lap, earnestly learning to read. He felt a pang of jealousy. Originally, this honor should have belonged to Fei Yanggu. His beloved little daughter had grown up, but he had been too busy with his duties to take good care of Qingyan. In the end, the Fourth Prince had gained a considerable advantage.

As lunchtime approached, Qingyan stretched out her chubby little arms and cheered. Her right hand, still sore from holding the brush, was still on her fair and delicate face. A mustache appeared on her tender little face.

Fei Yanggu's deep laughter came from the doorway. Qingyan twisted her little body and got off the ground, rushing directly towards Fei Yanggu.

"Father, welcome home!" Qingyan's big smile and bright eyes made Fei Yanggu's depression disappear.

He glanced at Yin out of the corner of his eye, his brows furrowed slightly, his thin lips pursed, as if he were competing with someone.

"Has Qingyan been behaving well?" Fei Yanggu ignored Yin's thoughts, picked up Qingyan and sat her on the armchair, beginning their daily question to each other.

Yin rested his chin on his hand, watching Qingyan begin to criticize him. Fei Yanggu realized that his daughter was not very proficient in Manchu and Mongolian. How could she not learn the two pillar languages ​​of the Qing Dynasty?

Faced with his daughter's starry eyes, he had to admit that the Fourth Prince had good self-control; he could resist Qingyan's coquettish pleas for mercy, something he couldn't do.

“Father, Father, today I studied well. Fourth Prince said I learned how to shoot arrows!” Qingyan’s cheerful reply made Fei Yanggu look at Yin suspiciously. Back in the palace, the Fourth Prince’s archery skills were not very good.

"Fourth Uncle, I will practice hard!" With a glance from Fei Yanggu, Yin knew what Fei Yanggu was worried about.

He studied and progressed together with Qingyan.

"Alright, just keep it in mind!" Fei Yanggu nodded. Yin was a man of his word, and Qingyan would only get better and better under his guidance.

The afternoon sun shone on the earth. Qingyan, dressed in a sky-blue riding outfit, stood in the training ground of the Ulanara family. Ten steps away from them, there was a scarecrow standing upright.

This was where Yin practiced archery. The area was surrounded by guards, and Qingyan looked at them with serious expressions, as if they were wooden figures surrounding the place.

She felt very uncomfortable practicing under the watchful eyes of others, so it's understandable that Yinhui wouldn't be able to perform at his normal level.

"Come on!" Yin specially sent someone to the palace to fetch his small bow and arrows. The redwood bow and arrows in Qingyan's hands, though small and exquisite, were surprisingly powerful. She secretly pulled on them, but couldn't even budge the bowstring.

He explained as he helped Qingyan get into position.

Watching Yin's confident and flawless aim, Qingyan pouted, took out the arrows she was issued from the small basket on her back, and began her first test shot. Before she could even fully draw the bowstring, her small face scrunched up; her hand really hurt...

She counted down to ten in her mind, and her sore arms immediately relaxed. Seeing this, Yin quickly pulled Qingyan back a step as the arrow left the bowstring, and the arrow stuck in the spot where she had just been standing.

"That was close!" Qingyan stuck out her tongue. The feeling of escaping death made her wipe the cold sweat from her brow with her sleeve.

Archery is dangerous; be cautious when attempting a test shot! Qingyan muttered to herself.