The Seventh Prince continued, "He's so young, what can he do as a page? Just wait and see, he won't be able to stand for long, and little kids usually don't have much patience, won't he cry standing there?"
Wang Qingshan: Don't you also want someone to be your page?
"...Your Highness, please take another look behind you."
Seventh Prince: "What are you looking at?"
Wang Qingshan suggested, "Look at the side of the wall."
"Huh? Where did this stool come from?"
The school, which had never cared about the lives of its servants, suddenly had a row of benches at the back today, much to the surprise and gratitude of the servants.
Seventh Prince: "Heh."
Wang Qingshan really wanted to tell him to stop talking. This guy's voice was too loud. He didn't want to study, but he did, even though he wasn't very good at it... No, he had to study hard. His cousin seemed to have ADHD and attention deficit disorder whenever he took humanities classes.
This is a family-inherited weakness of the Wang family. However, while they are not good at humanities, they excel at military strategy, horsemanship, and archery. Once they start learning this kind of knowledge, they transform from academic underachievers into geniuses.
Qi Qi stared blankly for a while. There was nothing outside, only the sky and some faint shadows of trees and a pebble path. The bamboo and flowers could only be seen when they went out to rest, probably to prevent the princes from losing their focus.
Qi Qi was too embarrassed to talk to Amu. Wen Yao was studying, and Amu was studying too. The school did not stop the students from listening to the lessons. He also had a book in his hand and was turning the pages of the textbook as Teacher Nie explained, with a serious expression.
Qi Qi started to get bored and felt he had made a mistake. He planned to visit Chen Dianji at noon to comfort him and see if there were any books that would help him pass the time.
Even though I've managed to get a good position by the Ninth Prince's side, I can't get too cocky. I still need to find time to read.
At this moment, Qi Qi heard voices coming from a few steps away from the other pageboys.
"What? Really? What happened last night... is true?"
"It must be true, the news spread all over that street early this morning..."
“It’s absolutely true. My young master’s courtyard is close by. I heard it from next door. It’s definitely true. The backyard of Master Chen’s house was really lively last night…”
"The flames, the shouts, oh my, they were huge..."
"Zheng, please tell us, please tell us..."
"That's right, I heard that last night..."
"Who are you?"
The eleven or twelve-year-old pageboys fell silent as they watched the chubby boy getting closer and closer, almost touching them.
Qi Qi blinked his big eyes, put his hands together, and said, "Brothers, can I listen too?"
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