Yuan Yao was small and even weaker. When Yun Chan struggled, her hand was flung away, and she almost fell.
"Princess." Danqing, who was standing beside her, quickly helped Yuan Yao up.
Yuan Yao glared angrily at Yun Chan: "Fine, I won't go! Do you think I like meddling in other people's business? If you get hurt or die, my father will be held responsible, and I'll be implicated too!"
If you're sick, get treatment; if you're bullied, fight back. What's the point of dragging it out and enduring it? Is it self-harm?
"Fine, do whatever you want! I'm not the one who's suffering, and I'm not the one who's going to die!"
Upon arriving here, as a little baby, this was the first time Yuan Yao had spoken so much in one breath.
If the Ninth Prince were present, he would probably have begun to suspect her...
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Yuan Yao reached out and picked up the glutinous rice balls from the ground, then turned and left.
The palace attendants followed suit.
After taking a few steps, Yuan Yao turned around angrily.
Yun Chan stood there, her face pale.
Looking at his clothes, they were torn and dirty, and he looked quite disheveled.
No matter how you look at it, it's so pitiful...
Yuan Yao touched the glutinous rice ball, handed it to the accompanying palace maid, and said to Danqing, "Sister Danqing, I'm going to the school. Take the clothes to Yun Chan and tell him that it's my compensation to him. Also, call a royal physician to examine him."
Danqing recorded them one by one.
After straightening her clothes, Yuan Yao, carrying her books, strode into the gate of the National Academy with her short legs.
She arrived late; the teacher had already arrived.
Yuan Yao glanced around and saw that there were three empty seats besides hers.
One is Yun Chan, and the other is Xie Zhi.
As for the other one, it was the young prince of Xiqiu Kingdom who had never shown his face...
When the teacher saw Yuan Yao, he smiled very kindly: "Princess, today's lesson is to write your name one hundred times. After you finish, hand it to me."
The first day of school is all about writing your own name?
This is really similar to the courses we took in modern times...
Well then, since we're here, we might as well make the best of it.
Under the guidance of the master, Yuan Yao ground ink, picked up a brush, and began to write calligraphy.
Yuan Yao held the pen in her small hands, thinking confidently: "It's just repeating the name a hundred times, what's so difficult about that?"
However……
Half an hour later, Yuan Yao looked at the crooked characters on the Xuan paper, and looked like a deflated balloon.
As the tutor passed by, he glanced at the paper and shook his head: "Princess, you must use a skillful touch when holding and writing. Look..."
As he spoke, the teacher took the brush from Yuan Yao's hand and began to demonstrate for her.
Yuan Yao followed along and learned, but after finishing, she realized she had almost forgotten how to write...
After writing for a long time and wasting several sheets of paper, Yuan Yao looked at the terrible handwriting and threw all the Xuan paper away with a "whoosh." She simply started writing her name in the manner of holding a fountain pen in modern times.
She sighed as she wrote, "Finally, it's flowing smoothly..."
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the quiet school: "Master!"
The teacher, who was on his rounds, stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yuan Yao was engrossed in writing when she suddenly heard Lin Xuan shout, "I'm going to sue Yuan Yao! She's not following the teacher's instructions to hold the brush and write!"
Yuan Yao: "???"
Startled, she dropped the brush and looked up.
Lin Xuan stood up, pointed at her, and said with an air of righteous indignation, "Master, you should punish her!"
The Master came over upon hearing the sound and stood beside Yuan Yao.
The ink-dipped brush tip landed on the Xuan paper covered with writing, and the ink smudged and spread, staining the entire sheet.
This piece of paper is now useless.
Yuan Yao's hands, hanging under the table, gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
I'm so angry! I'm so angry!
I really want to punch Lin Xuan!
What's it to him?
That brat!
The teacher bowed and said, "Princess, please hold this pen and let me see it."
Yuan Yao suppressed her anger, which was about to explode, and obediently said, "Okay."
She picked up the brush according to the way her teacher had taught her to hold it.
Before the teacher could speak, Lin Xuan pressed on, saying, "You clearly used a different way of holding the pen when you were writing just now!"
Yuan Yao: "..."
So annoying!
She wrote a few words as if holding a pen.
Lin Xuan said smugly, "Master, shouldn't Yuan Yao be punished?"
The teacher pondered for a moment and nodded: "Princess Yuan Yao, I will punish you by making you copy your name a hundred more times using the way I taught you to hold the pen."
As expected, I was punished...
So annoying!
I just want to just walk away!
However, she will be captured by the Ninth Prince and sent back.
Her body is so small, she can't possibly resist...
Right now, the only way is to cry.
Crying is the only way for a little one to save himself!
Yuan Yao grabbed the pen: "Wow..."
The teacher was greatly alarmed and quickly comforted her, saying, "Princess, don't cry, don't cry..."
The more you tell her not to cry, the harder she cries.
The teacher was flustered and wanted to coax her, but didn't know where to start.
Meanwhile, in the school, the other children huddled around the desks, looking at Yuan Yao with a mixture of surprise and fear.
Lin Xuan's face turned green: "Why are you crying?! What's wrong with you?"
"Lin Xuan, are you asking for trouble again?" A loud voice rang out at the school gate.
Yuan Yao looked up.
It is Xie Zhi.
Xie Zhi was wearing a snow-white school uniform with his sleeves tied up haphazardly, his hair tied in a high ponytail, and a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.
Holding a book in one hand and a sealed bamboo jar in the other, Xie Zhi walked to his seat with a smile and said, "I'm exhausted."
Seeing this, the teacher said irritably, "Xie Zhi, you are an hour late today. You are to copy your name two hundred times and the school rules ten times!"
"Okay," Xie Zhi replied with a smile.
The teacher was so angry that he forcefully flicked his sleeve.
At this moment, Lin Xuan said again, "Master, Xie Zhi is late, shouldn't he be punished by sweeping the floor?"
Upon hearing Lin Xuan's words, Yuan Yao forgot to cry.
sweep the floor?
Yun Chan was punished by being made to sweep the floor because her clothes were torn, wasn't she?
Yuan Yao gets angry whenever she hears the word "sweep".
She stopped crying; in fact, not a single tear remained on her face.
Yuan Yao turned to look at Lin Xuan: "Did you bully Yun Chan?"
Lin Xuan's expression changed immediately, and he said with a stiff face, "Don't make false accusations!"
It really was him!
Yuan Yao then looked at the Master: "Master, was it you who punished Yun Chan to sweep the floor?"
Upon hearing this, the Master's expression became somewhat unnatural, and he deliberately put on a stern face, saying, "Yun Chan has violated the rules of the National Academy..."
rule?
It's the rules again!
Rules are rigid, but people are flexible!
Yuan Yao forcefully pulled away the prayer mat and stood up: "Master, I have something to say!"
Her voice was soft and sweet, yet exceptionally earnest.
The teacher looked at her for a moment, then nodded: "Go on."
Yuan Yao spoke up: "May I ask, Master, do you never ask why you punish someone?"
"This..." The teacher was taken aback.
Yuan Yao glanced at Xie Zhi and continued, "Teacher, you punished Yun Chan by making him sweep the floor, but didn't ask why his clothes were torn. You punished me by making me write, but didn't ask why I couldn't hold the pen the way you taught me. You punished Xie Zhi by making him copy the school rules, but didn't ask why he was late..."
Master, don't you think you are both rigid and unreasonable?
After she finished speaking, the schoolroom fell into an unusual silence.
The teacher looked at Yuan Yao, his face turning red and white in turns, his cheeks trembling with anger: "Yuan Yao!"
Yuan Yao raised her head and puffed out her chest: "With Yuan Yao here, what does the teacher want?"
She's ready to confront them head-on!
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