Sigh, my foolish younger brother is going to be punished again.
"I was wrong, Mother. It didn't hurt at all when you pinched me."
Consort Shu glared angrily at Qin Jingtai.
Qin Jingtai, against his conscience, said again, "Really, Mother, my hearing hasn't been working well these past few days. Mother, please pinch it for me, and it will make my hearing clear again."
"Your son is too grateful to Mother Consort, how could he say that Mother Consort is ruthless?"
Consort Shu lowered her hand, saying, "You're quite sensible, lad."
"But you just upset your mother, so go and practice your skills with her 'gun' and 'sword'."
Qin Jingtai looked miserable when he heard he had to practice with a 'gun' and a 'sword'.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will go tomorrow."
Yang Jiaojiao originally wanted to punish her son for losing her "Jinyue" vase.
Later, after hearing his eldest son "explain" (or rather, mislead) him, well... it was my own fault for losing it all; I had wrongly blamed my son.
Cuiyun, standing beside her, covered her mouth and chuckled. Her mistress had been tricked by the Second Prince again.
After Consort Shu left, Qin Jingmu and Qin Jingtai returned to their study.
When you see black lines drawn with a brush on the palace rules you copied, there are footprints or ink marks.
The two quickly checked the palace rules they had already copied four times and found that all of them were dirty.
The two people, holding the palace rules, wore expressions of utter despair, indicating that they had completely lost their composure.
"Third Eunuch, look, it's still perfectly fine. Could you please just pretend you didn't see it?"
Qin Jingtai looked at himself in shock.
"Your Highness is too kind to me. I was merely acting on His Majesty's behalf."
Qin Jingmu knew there was no hope when he heard this. No wonder he was his father's man; even if he wanted to bribe him, he wouldn't know where to begin.
I feel so sorry for myself. There are so many palace rules, and they're so hard to copy. I've only managed to copy them four times.
"Brother, can you copy this for me? I'll give you all my stuff."
"Dream on, I don't even want to write my own."
"Oh well"
Qin Jingtai slunk back to his desk and picked up his brush again to write.
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