Huo Chengche studied in the west courtyard, a solemn and quiet place, eerily quiet.
However, this did not scare the little girl, because she heard her prince brother's gentle and clear voice from afar, and immediately her dimples appeared happily as she ran towards him.
The crisp, light footsteps, "tap tap tap," playfully slipped through the crack in the window frame into the dull, dreary room, bouncing and landing near the ear of the boy who was writing with flowing strokes at his desk. In an instant, a warm glint appeared in the boy's cool eyes.
The boy knew who it was as soon as he heard the tiny footsteps.
The teacher, stroking his beard and lecturing slowly, noticed the usually calm and composed young man's sudden gentle smile. Not understanding why, the teacher assumed that what he was saying resonated with the young man, and immediately began to speak with even greater enthusiasm.
In the Imperial Study, unlike the tutors in the Imperial Academy who taught the young princes (though carefully selected, there were always some bad apples), the tutors in the Imperial Study who taught Huo Chengche were all renowned Confucian scholars of the time, highly respected elders.
One main speaker and three assistant speakers, all of whom were elderly gentlemen in their sixties or even seventies. Among them, the main speaker, Mr. Cheng, was the crown prince.
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