Jingrou's little face was all wrinkled up; just thinking about that scene was terrifying.
Could it be that the modern-day story takes place in ancient times, and the protagonist continues the story in order to gain his father's favor?
Yinreng was miraculously persuaded by her. Perhaps it was the allure of her sweet, childlike voice, or perhaps it was her vivid expressions that pleased him.
The elder brother was very skilled with a bow and arrow, but he was several years younger than his brother and couldn't keep up in strength. In order to catch up with his brother's progress, he could only practice day and night... until he injured his arm, at which point the imperial physician stopped him...
He was unwilling to admit defeat. The people around him also advised him not to give up.
"Look at my hands, they're so small and weak, how could I possibly hold a pen or an embroidery needle?"
Jingrou was well aware of her situation. She knew she would definitely study in the future, but since she couldn't become an official in ancient times and couldn't take the imperial examinations, she didn't need to study so hard.
But there should be a limit to education; it shouldn't be like modern times where people receive nine years of compulsory education and then continue to study.
Moreover, in this day and age, people won't just sit around studying until they're 20.
Not to mention that she still retains the memories of that time, and has read all the books that were supposed to be read, although some of them are different from what is taught in this era.
Besides studying, there are other things she wants to do.
Yinreng listened to her words and looked at his own hands. They were still cold, but when he held them, he could feel the veins were stronger, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.
Basically, princes started studying from the age of three. At that time, they could not hold a pen, but they could recognize characters, read books, and look at some things. They did not start to hold a pen properly until they were about four years old.
However, children's hand strength was limited at that time. Yinreng still remembers that he had to practice by lamplight every night in order to hold the pen steadily, and his hands would still be shaking when he went to the study the next day.
Later, he almost injured his hand while writing, but it was inconvenient to call the imperial physician for this, so only the eunuchs in his own palace applied herbal medicine for him.
These experiences remain vivid in my memory to this day.
But now a young girl is telling him that there's no need to work so hard...
It's okay to act cute at appropriate times; being immature can be forgiven.
Yinreng's eyelashes trembled.
"The squeaky wheel gets the grease...and don't treat your father like a supreme authority figure; sometimes he needs to rely on you more..."
Jingrou tilted her head, already able to imagine that her father was probably a high-ranking official in the imperial court. Such a person would probably be an authoritative figure at home, and no one would disobey his orders.
Yinreng fell into thought; such words did indeed sound rather novel.
It sounded like he was challenging the Khan's authority, but he was indeed somewhat persuaded.
If one could get along better with their father, who would want to live in constant fear?
No one had ever told him that before. Instead, people kept telling him that he had to please the Khan, be sensible and obedient, and be smart and good at studying so that he could secure his position as the Crown Prince and receive the most love from the Khan.
If it weren't for the suffocating pressure of those words, coupled with the gossip behind his back that made him overthink, he, the dignified crown prince, wouldn't be sitting here feeling sad.
I've heard that boys and girls shouldn't sit together after the age of seven, but the person in front of me is only seven years old, isn't she? Jingrou's thoughts were all jumbled up.
What a poor child.
Jingrou pulled him up from the bench. "If you feel uncomfortable, stand up and walk around. Think about who is most important to you, and what is most important to you. Don't think about anything else... Um... You can call me Zhuzhu..." Jingrou paused before speaking.
She hesitated for a moment, then told him the nickname her family used to call her.
The two of them had been there for a while, but the person in front of her had not revealed his identity to her, obviously wanting to keep it a secret.
Since that's the case, let's respect other people's privacy.
However, it's understandable. Who would want to expose their shortcomings and family situation in front of a girl who is more than four years younger than them?
Yinreng was pulled up by her, and his hand instinctively clenched slightly.
This time, Yinreng could truly feel the warmth of her hand, just like the warmth that had vanished the moment he touched it, as if he were enveloped by the wind, making him incredibly happy.
His heartbeat quickened, but Yinreng simply took it as the joy of meeting such a pleasing young girl. If he could become good friends with her and spend more time together in the future, that would be wonderful.
"Even if you don't know my identity, can we still be good friends?" Yinreng suddenly asked. He looked down at the person in front of him, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch Jingrou's head. It looked fluffy and must feel wonderful, but he was afraid of disturbing her.
Jingrou looked up, only to find that she couldn't even see Yinreng's eyes clearly. Damn it, so what if he's tall?
However, she was indeed a bit short because she had been sickly before. Thinking about this, Jingrou couldn't help but consider whether she should exercise more and try to grow taller.
Yinreng lowered his head and could see her somewhat angry expression. Only then did he belatedly bend down, realizing that he was so much taller than the little girl.
However, his words of advice just now sounded rather mature, making people subconsciously overlook her age and assume that she was the same age as themselves!
However, her expression was so vivid. Her light eyebrows were raised, making people want to straighten them for her. Even though her eyes were blazing with anger, she was still very cute, making people wish that the person in front of them would focus all their attention on her.
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