"A living thing?!" Gu Jiangli never expected that Wuyou would put a living thing in there.
She thought the substitution was a trick, believing that Wuyou might replace it with something worthless or dirty and tattered garbage, making their family lose face in front of Master Song.
But now it seems that the child's thoughts are a bit more curious than she imagined.
She wanted to ask Wuyou what exactly she had put inside, but Wuyou herself had already appeared.
Jiang Huaisong, Sun Chan, and Wuyou's family have all made their appearance.
The entire city lord's mansion was reunited.
Jiang Huaisong's face was sallow, his eyes drooped as if he couldn't open them, and his cheeks were sunken, making him look much more haggard.
Without a doubt, he must be worried about having children.
Compared to him, Sun Chan, who was standing next to him, looked radiant.
Gu Jiangli whispered in Jiang Huaizhi's ear, "Have they stopped fighting recently?"
A smile appeared on Jiang Huaizhi's face. "I guess Jiang Huaisong can't fight anymore."
The two suppressed smiles and lowered their heads in perfect unison.
At this moment, the city lord's wife began to introduce her favorite son and grandson with a beaming smile.
Under the guidance of the city lord's wife, Jiang Wuyou began to bow and perform the proper greetings.
His eyes clearly still looked down on everyone, but he had no choice but to bow his head to Master Song at this moment.
Gu Jiangli chuckled inwardly, but a chill ran through him when he met Wuyou's eyes.
This devil is already four years old, the age when he can do whatever he wants without any restraint.
He has no sense of good or evil; all his actions are based on his own liking, and all his behaviors are for his own pleasure.
Therefore, he is capable of any evil deed.
This included replacing the gift given to Master Song with some kind of living creature.
When Master Song saw him bow, he also adopted the demeanor befitting an elder.
"Young Master Wuyou, there's no need for such formalities. Just now, I heard the City Lord's wife praising you highly. You are indeed a very elegant young master."
Master Song then tested Wuyou once again, just as he had tested Yu the Great.
To Gu Jiangli's surprise, Wuyou did not stammer or fail to answer Song Fuzi's questions; instead, she answered each question confidently.
The two chatted back and forth, their conversation flowing smoothly.
She pulled Nan Yu to her side and whispered, "Nan Yu, what do you think of Wu You's answer? Did it satisfy Master Song?"
"An answer?" Nan Yu asked doubtfully. "Is that even an answer? He said so much, but didn't get to the point at all. But he seems very confident. Perhaps Master Song will think more highly of him because of his confidence."
Gu Jiangli couldn't help but twitch his lips.
So all that talk was just nonsense.
She saw that Master Song's expression visibly crumbled.
Despite his best efforts to control himself, his disappointment was hard to conceal.
Wuyou is far inferior to Nanyu.
This is the meaning that Gu Jiangli gleaned from Master Song's expression.
After a few words, Master Song stopped asking questions.
However, upholding his professional ethics as a teacher, he did not directly criticize Wuyou's performance in front of the parents. Instead, he changed the subject, saying:
"Lord City Lord, Lady City Lord, I think it's about time. Shall we have our meal first?"
The city lord's wife was in a hurry to ask questions, but the city lord beat her to it and spoke first:
"Alright, Master Song, let's have our meal first, and we can talk about the rest later. Bring the dishes!"
After everyone was seated, the city lord's wife was clearly still not giving up and seized the opportunity to ask, "Master Song, how is Wuyou? Can he go to the Hundred Books Academy?"
Master Song's expression became much more troubled.
From his perspective, he was unwilling to personally punish the host's child.
But the city lord's wife's question was so direct that no one could think of a way to brush it off for a moment.
Gu Jiangli immediately saw Song Fuzi's predicament and spoke up to help him out: "Madam, Wuyou is exceptionally talented, but whether or not she can enter the Hundred Books Academy is not something that Song Fuzi can decide with just a word. Now that Song Fuzi knows about Wuyou's abilities, why don't we wait for Song Fuzi to return to the capital and discuss it with the other teachers of the Hundred Books Academy before making a decision?"
At that time, any decision made by Baiwen Academy was no longer something that Master Song could influence alone.
No matter what complaints the City Lord's Mansion may have, they cannot be blamed on Master Song.
As a teacher and educator, Master Song must have valued what others said behind his back.
He also saw through Gu Jiangli's intentions, gave her a kind and grateful smile, and said:
"Indeed, I know the City Lord's wife is anxious, but the matter of entering Baiwen Academy is not something I can decide alone. Nan Yu was able to successfully enter Baiwen Academy with the unanimous consent of the other teachers in the academy, so let's wait and see about Young Master Wuyou."
Hearing this, the city lord's wife could only reluctantly agree.
She had been scheming to get Wuyou and Nanyu into Baiwen Academy together, but now it seems that this year is completely hopeless, and she will have to wait until at least next year.
"Alright, Master Song, we'll be satisfied with just one word from you. We'll need your help with Wuyou's enrollment next year."
Master Song waved his hand repeatedly, indicating that the city lord's wife did not need to take it to heart.
The city lord chimed in at the opportune moment, saying, "Let's put these matters aside for now, or the food will get cold and won't taste good."
"Very well, Master Song, please have your meal."
They sat down around a round table, and dishes were served one after another by the waitresses.
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