Although Kaiyang is the second youngest of the seven children, it is rare to see him cry. He is a very resilient child, and he can endure the pain of falling or bumping into things without crying.
But recently, I've been shedding tears for several days in a row.
The child threw himself into Hong Xiaoduo's arms, not asking why she was back or what had happened, but just burying his face in her chest and crying. Hong Xiaoduo, who didn't know what had happened, was heartbroken by the crying.
He reached out and picked up the child, but didn't rush to comfort him or ask what happened.
In any case, it was definitely not the Wei family who treated him badly.
"It really is you! I thought I misheard." Wei Junpei, who had almost fallen in his panic as he followed his grandson off the carriage, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hong Xiaoduo.
I was distracted in the carriage and didn't hear clearly, but the female voice calling Kaiyang sounded familiar.
At this moment, Mu Rongjing also got off the carriage.
Although the street is wide enough, it is still not appropriate for two carriages to be parked facing each other like this.
"Let's go sit in the teahouse," Mu Rongjing suggested, looking up at the teahouse a few meters away.
Wei Junpei naturally had no objections, and gestured to the driver and his entourage to find a place to park, while he followed them to the teahouse.
He was naturally curious: how did Hong Xiaoduo, who had clearly left the capital, suddenly appear here? And why was she with the son of the Marquis of Fu'an?
The key question is, how did those two end up on this street?
"Kaiyang, get down and walk by yourself. How old are you? Your mother is so tired." Wei Junpei said softly, looking at his grandson who had stopped crying and buried his face in Hong Xiaoduo's shoulder armor.
The grandson is very well-behaved and should have listened and come down, but Kaiyang didn't come down. Instead, he hugged Hong Xiaoduo even tighter.
Hong Xiaoduo held Kaiyang in one arm and gently patted the child's back with the other. She turned to Lord Wei and said, "It's alright, he's just a little bean sprout, he's not heavy."
The waiters at the teahouse near the Ministry of Justice recognized Prince Mu and Lord Wei. They didn't need to give any special instructions when they entered the teahouse; they were directly led to the best private room on the second floor.
The term "best" doesn't just refer to how luxurious or high-class the room is, but rather that it's a private room where it's convenient to talk and very quiet.
After entering the house, Hong Xiaoduo sat down with the child in her arms, without letting the child get down, and looked at Lord Wei who was sitting down.
"I didn't mistreat him. I was thinking about whether I could get him into Qishan Academy. I finally managed to get an appointment with Chancellor Tan, but he said that Kaiyang's aptitude wasn't good enough for the academy. Sigh, it was my oversight that caused Kaiyang to suffer." Lord Wei quickly explained in the face of Hong Xiaoduo's gaze.
After explaining, Lord Wei was also puzzled. Why was he feeling so guilty in front of this girl?
"Is Qishan Academy really that good?" Hong Xiaoduo vaguely remembered someone mentioning it, but she couldn't recall the specifics.
"It's considered the best academy in Fengliang Kingdom. Whether it's royalty or the sons of officials, everyone has to go through several exams to be selected based on their top scores," Mu Rongjing explained from the side.
So that's what happened. Hong Xiaoduo understood and thought for a moment before softly saying to the child in her arms, "They are the best academy, so their requirements for students are naturally very strict. You seven are smart and eager to learn, but we haven't had enough time to study."
"It doesn't matter if I don't get in. It's not like getting into that academy guarantees a bright future."
Upon hearing this, Kaiyang said in a muffled and aggrieved voice, "I know that, but the chief priest said that he heard I had been a beggar for a long time and had only been studying and writing for less than a year. He didn't even test me."
Hong Xiaoduo understood where the child's grievances came from. At least the chief priest could test him, with poetry or his handwriting. If that didn't work, the child could accept it.
“Xiao Duo, after we left Qishan Academy, we met Feng Jijiu of Yunggu Academy. When he learned that I was looking for an academy for Kaiyang, he immediately said that he could go there, and said that Kaiyang looked like a smart child.” Wei Junpei told him as he remembered.
Hong Xiaoduo looked at Murong Jing, who immediately smiled and said, "Yungu Academy is actually no worse than Qishan Academy. It's just that Qishan Academy was founded over five dynasties and has produced many pillars of the nation and famous poets."
Yunggu Academy was founded only twenty years ago, so it is not as famous as Qishan Academy.
Furthermore, Yun Gu Academy's student selection process differs from Qi Shan Academy's. Anyone who is serious about learning and of good character will be accepted.
"It sounds like Yun Gu Academy is quite good. Kaiyang, don't worry about the fact that the headmaster of Qishan Academy won't accept you. No matter how outstanding or smart you are, we have only a short time to study. No matter how you take the exam, we will be at a disadvantage."
Moreover, the reason we go to the academy is to make ourselves better and more knowledgeable, not because of their reputation.
"Don't think about anything else that's unimportant. Why should I make you think about these things? Do you remember what I told you before?" Hong Xiaoduo hugged the child in her arms, whose face was covered in tears, and asked softly.
Kaiyang thought about it very seriously and nodded, saying, "I remember you said not to think about meaningless questions, because that will drain your energy, make you tired, disappointed, and anxious, and over time you will ruin yourself."
"Mother, Kaiyang was confused. Kaiyang won't do it again." As he said this, Kaiyang's eyes lit up, and he wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.
"Yes, that's right." Seeing that the child had indeed understood, Hong Xiaoduo took out a handkerchief and wiped the child's face again.
The short conversation between the two, one big and one small, shocked Wei Junpei and Mu Rongjing, who were standing nearby.
Although the term "spiritual exhaustion" that Kaiyang just mentioned was unfamiliar to them, they understood it after a little thought.
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