The western clock rang again.

The golden mechanical bird emerged lightly from the belly of the clock, and the spring inside made a clicking sound.

The bell for class has already rung, but Master Xun has no intention of starting his lecture.

"Mr. Ji, how many hours did it take them to complete this little test yesterday?" Master Xun asked in a deep voice.

Wu Qing replied: "About an hour, it seems there is still some left."

After hearing this, Master Xun shook his head and sneered.

"Huh, that's really good."

"I thought I had wronged you. I didn't expect that I had given you so much time, enough to answer two small tests. You handed in answers like this to perfunctorily appease me and Lady Ji?"

He slammed the papers on the table. "I asked you yesterday if you had any doubts about the content of this class, and you both shook your heads and said no."

Wu Qing reminded weakly: "Master...that's my desk."

Master Xun ignored her and continued to lament, "Why can't you remember the knowledge that I have emphasized many times? This is the second time I have taught the Book of Rites since I took over the course."

The eldest prince and the second prince bowed their heads, knowing that they were in the wrong.

Over the years, the two of them have gradually become distracted and have been perfunctory about their studies without truly committing themselves to them.

People around them dare not say anything about them, and those who are interested in them keep bragging about their talents and courage.

Their high and mighty status over the years has made them unconsciously arrogant and blinded by one thing.

At this moment, facing Master Xun's severe accusations, the two had no choice but to lower their heads and admit their mistakes in a low voice.

If it weren't for Concubine Ji's paper, the two of them would never have known that they had failed so badly.

"Mr. Ji, how often do we do the quiz?" Master Xun turned around and asked.

"There are small tests every day to test what the princes have learned. They rest for two days every five days so that they can fill in the gaps and consolidate what they have learned." Wu Qing replied.

Master Xun thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay. From now on, I will be the one to come up with questions for the scripture section."

Wu Qing's face suddenly lit up with joy.

It is hard to say anything else about Master Xun, but he is very knowledgeable, far beyond her reach.

Now that there is a big boss willing to take over the task of setting questions for the scripture part, it has undoubtedly reduced a lot of burden for her.

She can now find time to go to the Queen's place to spy on the progress of the talent show.

Wu Qing hurriedly expressed his gratitude to Master Xun.

Master Xun waved his hand and said impatiently: "I did this for the sake of the prince."

"So that you don't have to ask me for answers to questions every time you have class. It's really a waste of time."

Seen through.

Wu Qing touched his nose.

The princes' faces at this moment were as bitter as ripe bitter gourds.

Originally, I could have eavesdropped on some of the answers from Ji Guiren's inner thoughts.

Once Master Xun arrives, won’t their grades get even worse?

Master Xun then talked about arithmetic, geography and other topics.

"I just heard that you have many objections to the following questions." He said in a serious tone, "But what Mr. Ji said is right. These should not be wasted."

Master Xun became more and more annoyed as he spoke, so he simply gave up his original plan.

"For this class, I decided to change my strategy and not continue to delve into new content."

Master Xun picked up the scroll again and walked to the stage, "Let's start with this small test paper and analyze and explain it one by one."

"After listening to the explanation, I will conduct an oral examination on you. If anyone makes a mistake again, follow the instructions of Noble Ji and copy that part ten times so that you can remember it well."

"yes."

"yes."

The princes quickly perked up, returned to their seats, and immersed themselves in Master Xun's explanation.

…

During lunch break, Wu Qing hurried back to his room and frantically rummaged through the drawers, dumping out all the clothes, books and sundries in the drawers.

The loud noise startled Jinxiu who came in to change the water for the flowers.

Jinxiu put down the kettle in her hand and asked curiously, "My lady, what are you looking for? Why are you so anxious?"

Wu Qing didn't look up, but buried his head in a pile of miscellaneous items, and answered while searching: "I'm looking for the love letter that Qin Lixue gave me."

She carefully searched every corner of her desk and dressing table, even her bed.

No matter how Wu Qing looked for it, the love letter seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

Wu Qing was surprised: "I just found it, how come it disappeared?"

Jinxiu was terrified watching from the side, and asked cautiously, "My lady, why did you suddenly think of looking for that love letter again?"

That love letter was irrefutable evidence that Wu Qing and Qin Lixue were having an affair.

Once discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

Wu Qing smiled evilly: "It will be very useful. I found a good way to take revenge on that psychopath."

"How come I can't find it..."

She was so anxious that she was spinning around, muttering to herself, "I was clearly holding it in my hand just now, could it possibly grow wings and fly away?"

Wu Qing's gaze fell to the bottom of the wardrobe again.

She frowned: "Could it be that... I accidentally dropped it on the ground?"

Jinxiu sighed.

If you've searched the entire room, there's only one spot left.

"My dear, why don't you take a look at what's in your pocket first?" she reminded.

Wu Qing lowered his head.

The skirt she wore today was given to her by the imperial concubine when she was still in Linhua Palace.

At that time, she told the imperial concubine that she hoped to have two pockets on both sides of the skirt, big enough for her to put one hand in.

Concubine Lin said she was disgusted, but when she got the skirt, two spacious pockets were perfectly sewn on both sides of the skirt.

No way.

Wu Qing reached into his pocket in disbelief.

The next moment, a yellowed envelope lay in her hand, with "Dearest Dear Sir" written on the cover.

Wu Qing: “…” Oh my god.

What a familiar scene.

It reminded her of the days when she used to look for her cell phone all over the house.

She silently sweated, said goodbye to Jinxiu, and left with the love letter.

Today's princes obviously learned their lesson and reunited with Wu Qing as soon as their lunch break was over.

The second prince ran especially fast; he no longer wanted to be pulled out of bed by Concubine Ji.

Wu Qing immediately asked, "How is it going? Is everything going smoothly?"

The second prince said, "We just said that we were longing for the scenery outside the capital, and we wanted to ask Lord Qin to help us draw it. After hearing this, the emperor agreed without hesitation."

The eldest prince thought that it was only after the name of Concubine Ji was mentioned that his father finally relented.

When Wu Qing heard this, he couldn't suppress the smile.

Great, I finally get to confront that psycho ex-boyfriend.

There is only one building in the palace that can be called a painting studio, which is located on the west side of the Imperial Garden.

The Imperial Garden was surrounded by vast open space, and the biting cold wind swept through mercilessly, cutting the faces of the three people like a knife.

The second prince was the first one who couldn't stand the cold. He sniffed and suddenly sneezed loudly.

“It’s so cold,” he complained.

Wu Qing also complained: "It's because you don't eat enough protein."

She took off her fur coat and forcefully covered the second prince's thin body with it.

Surrounded by the sudden warmth, the second prince's expression suddenly froze.

This is so weird…

Wu Qing suddenly gasped and said nervously, "Hey! Don't move! If you scratch my clothes, you have to pay me!"

"I'm a man, I don't need any more clothes."

Wu Qing laughed, "You're already freezing and your nose is running, and you still have the nerve to say you don't need it."

The second prince was so angry that he said, "It's none of your business!"

The eldest prince walked in front, listening to the argument between the two, with a gentle smile on his face all the time.

After walking along a winding gravel road, the gray-white roof of the studio became faintly visible.

But outside the studio door stood a somewhat familiar figure.

The eldest prince narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment he said uncertainly: "...Eighth Uncle?"

How did he end up here?