I feel that what Chen Dianji said about gossip is not without reason. The top two underachievers in the Imperial Study are the two people in front of me. Being late is something they are capable of doing.
The four were in good physical condition and walked briskly towards this direction, not running but almost as fast as running.
As Qi Qi approached, he was still wondering whether he should greet the Seventh Prince when he saw the prince stride past him. Before leaving, the prince seemed to glare at him.
Qi Qi was completely confused.
Wang Qingshan and his two other attendants stopped and bowed to the Ninth Prince.
Wang Qingshan's eyes swept over Qi Qi, and seeing that his complexion was rosy and his spirits were good, he knew that he had been doing well in Fengyi Palace these past few days, at least not as miserable as the Seventh Prince had imagined.
The Seventh Prince actually imagined that this little eunuch was being tortured every day by the cold-blooded, ruthless, treacherous, and cunning Ninth Prince, even if it wasn't physical torture, it was mental torture.
After hearing him say so much, Wang Qingshan initially began to believe him, because the Ninth Prince, despite his young age, was indeed much more mature than the Seventh Prince, and for reasons that everyone knew, he really did have a bad temper.
Now it seems I was overthinking it...
Seeing the four of them leave quickly, Wen Yao, who didn't seem to talk much on the way, snorted and muttered, "Running so fast, are they in a hurry to be reincarnated?"
The Ninth Prince asked Qi Qi, "Did he glare at you?"
After saying that, he asked sharply, "Does he know you?"
This sentence is phrased as an interrogative sentence, but the tone is assertive.
Qi Qi: "We've only met twice."
Ninth Prince: "Then why did he glare at you?"
Qi Qi suspected that the Seventh Prince felt he had betrayed the Ninth Prince and had sided with him instead? Qi Qi was unsure whether to say this, so he cautiously replied, "Perhaps the Seventh Prince is just impolite."
"Hahaha……"
Wen Yao and his attendant couldn't help but chuckle. What a quick-witted pageboy! He actually knew about the discord between the Ninth Prince and the Seventh Prince.
The Ninth Prince smiled as well. Once the matter was over, and the group calmly entered the study, the school bell had just rung.
An old man dressed in Hanlin Academy robes was carrying a book when Qi Qi spotted him. Before he could tell the Ninth Prince, the Ninth Prince pulled him aside, and the group ran inside. As they entered, a group of children looked over, some older and some younger…
Surprisingly, there were even children a little younger than the Ninth Prince, around three or four years old, sitting upright at the desk, with their study companions sitting next to or a little behind them.
The Ninth Prince's seat was relatively close to the front, by the window, so he naturally sat down. Wen Yao and his attendants were rummaging through their bags and backpacks so fast that Qi Qi couldn't squeeze in for a moment...
The Ninth Prince gave Qi Qi a look: "Go to the back. Come up again if you need anything. Ask Amu if you have any questions. He will teach you."
Amu is the servant of Wen Yao, the young master of the Marquis's mansion.
All of this happened in less than 10 seconds. When there was only a little bit left in the schoolbag, Amu seemed to hear the teacher's footsteps outside the door. He immediately grabbed Qi Qi's hand and ran to the back of the classroom, where a row of pageboys were already standing quietly, ready to serve.
There was a semi-transparent wooden screen made of gauze between the two sides. It was probably not very elegant for a group of pageboys to be standing at the back, but it didn't affect the sound coming from the front. There was also a small door at the very back, which was said to be the tea room.
The teacher Amu quietly introduced was surnamed Nie. He was a fourth-rank scholar-official and one of the teachers who taught literature subjects. This course mainly focused on learning poetry, songs, and other knowledge to improve cultural literacy.
The teacher had the air of a scholar. As soon as he came in, the children, who had been chatting and laughing, stopped talking and opened their books.
The princes and grandsons weren't all obediently listening to the lessons. Some were secretly doing little things, some were sleeping, and some were studying, without disturbing each other. For example, the Ninth Prince was reading another book, looking quite serious. Qi Qi had seen him reading a lot these past few days and knew that the Ninth Prince wasn't stupid; he just always liked to read extracurricular books unrelated to the textbook and was too lazy to study the textbook.
For example, the Seventh Prince, who was quite tall, sat in the second-to-last row by the window and glanced at me several times... He really seemed a bit dim-witted.
I sensed that Teacher Nie sighed several times.
Qi Qi peeked through the screen several times, then tugged at Amu's sleeve and whispered, "Brother Amu, isn't Lord Nie going to do anything about this?"
Amu also whispered, "How can we control them? It's good enough that the princes can maintain the status quo. There's nothing the adults can do."
Qi Qi thought for a while and felt that it was still the emperor's fault. He didn't set an example and didn't properly manage the school.
The princes' courses progressed at different paces, so Teacher Nie divided the lessons into three parts. While teaching one group of students, he would arrange review sessions for the other group. Regardless of whether they listened or not, he taught very seriously.
The first part was about the princes who were around ten years old. Qi Qi listened for a while but couldn't understand it. When it came to the lessons for eight or nine-year-olds, he still couldn't understand it... The classical Chinese texts and poems were indeed very difficult and profound. There were too many essential points to memorize. Qi Qi wouldn't memorize these poems; they would just take up too much space. He would study them when he learned other practical knowledge.
So, it went in one ear and out the other, and Qi Qi, staring blankly out the window, looked like a complete idiot.
Many people saw him as soon as they came in, and those who were talking about him would say that this little eunuch was someone important, that he could catch the eye of the Ninth Prince.
The Seventh Prince also said that he looked back at Qi Qi several times and felt that the little eunuch had become more and more plump after not seeing him for a few days. He could not tell at all that he had suffered in the Phoenix Palace!
"Why are you staring blankly? Did the Ninth Prince poison his food?"
Wang Qingshan: "...No, I don't think so."
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