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When Xiu Ying opened her eyes again, it was already morning.

She rubbed her eyes. There was already the sound of footsteps coming from outside the tent, and before long, the curtain had been lifted.

It was another girl in her room.

The little girl was two years younger than Lou Cheng. She spoke in a soft voice, "Miss, Madam Ye came back late last night. I'm guessing you haven't woken up yet."

These words should have been said by someone else, most likely to serve her mother. Xiu Ying felt a little strange.

Wasn't it just to speak to her father about something? Why would he say it so late?

Yesterday, she was a little tired, but when she was waiting for someone, she actually fell asleep.

After she was done washing up, there was some movement from the main house. Xiu Ying ran over to take a look. It was the mandarin plum that was bringing the water out. Then it must be the Feng family getting up.

The little girl didn't say anything as she ran over on her short legs, rushing straight into the door to ask how her mother was doing.

Madam Feng, who was wearing earrings, laughed at her question. "Look at how anxious you are." He didn't say anything else and just told the little guy everything he knew last night.

"It's … It's actually four …" "The fourth prince …"

The little girl was so surprised that she couldn't even straighten out her words. Madam Feng, seeing her like this, pursed her lips into a smile. "You can't speak carelessly about this matter. You're not allowed to ask about it either. Old Master naturally knows what to do."

Xiu Ying was still in shock and couldn't help but nod dumbly.

The Fourth Prince was someone she knew. His mother was Imperial Consort Su. The Fourth Prince had already conferred the title of King, but he still hadn't become a vassal. Many years later, this young man …

Xiu Ying's heart skipped a beat. She was abnormally excited.

Yesterday, her third uncle had performed so well, and now that he was asked his name, it could be said that he had entered the noble's eyes.

Xiu Ying rushed out the door, and didn't take anything. She only told the Feng family that she was going to tell her third uncle!

Madam Feng was stunned for a moment before thinking of giving chase, but she was nowhere to be seen. All she could do was instruct the screen to pack up her things for her studies and send them to Mu Xi Yuan. Little Uncle left or right, he wouldn't say he was hungry. He would just ignore it after breakfast.

When the little girl suddenly arrived, Shen Jun was smiling as he prepared breakfast.

It was indeed surprising to see her at this hour. Shen Junxiao remained calm as he asked her to sit down and added a pair of chopsticks to her bowl. Xiu Ying didn't care about eating. She stood up again and leaned against his ear as she explained everything she heard.

The heat from the little girl's words assaulted his ears, making him feel a bit itchy. Shen Jun smiled as he suppressed that strange feeling, listening attentively to the conversation.

"You ran so fast just to say that?"

Seeing that he wasn't surprised at all, Xiu Ying couldn't help but frown. "Why are you so surprised?" That was a prince!

Shen Jun smiled and told her to press her back against the stool. He gave her some fish porridge and picked up some shrimp dumplings. "No matter who they are, since they have not revealed their identity, I naturally do not know about them. Don't mention it in front of anyone ever again, okay? "

Why is she like her mother?

Xiu Ying lowered her head to drink her porridge.

Looking at the disappointed young lady, Shen Junxiao's eyes sparkled as he sighed and said, "A noble forgets many things, but this is still a fortuitous opportunity. I just need to see if he remembers me in the future." Xiu Ying's eyes lit up again and she nodded heavily.

Her third uncle was such an outstanding person that a rich person would definitely remember him!

That day, Shen Junxiao had sent the little girl to the academy. Along the way, he had met Du Yicheng, but he had only cast a cold glance at him, which had caused the little tyrant's face to darken for half a day.

When it was time to set up the hall, Xiu Ying was left behind.

Yesterday, she was so engrossed in playing that she forgot that there was still a younger disciple rule that she hadn't finished copying yesterday. Today, she was punished by Mu Yu to copy it three times. You are not allowed to leave until you've copied everything.

She watched Chen Er leave with a sullen expression, her face burning.

How old was he to have his books seized? This was simply shameful!

It was a good thing that there were a lot of little radishes like her yesterday. Including her cousin and the other branch family members, there were five or six of them, including the little overlord.

Xiu Ying consoled herself, carefully copying every single line.

At the same time, Shen Lian, who had gone down to the hall, came back with tea and snacks. Everyone had something close to their hands. When she passed by a fat young master of the Song Family, she pursed her lips and smiled at him.

Xiu Ying was focused on writing, she sighed in her heart, Shen Lian's method of capturing people's hearts was actually something that she knew since a young age, look, it's so considerate!

Time flew by, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of books being copied. Occasionally, a few thrushes would land on the coffin by the window, and they would chirp a few times before flying away.

The sunlight shone brightly on the academy. Du Yicheng could see the earnest look on the little girl's face every time he turned his head. A few strands of hair stuck to the cheek, breathing will slightly move the wings of the nose, skin white, attention to the apricot eyes so clear.

The little fat girl was actually very cute, but her face was a bit round.

Du Yicheng retracted his gaze, looking at the words of his dog crawl. His previous impatience seemed to have been wiped away, like a lake without a trace of wind. Everything was quiet.

The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.

By the time she finished copying the book, Xiu Ying's entire body was stiff. She exhaled and stretched her neck. A fat man walked past her.

Xiu Ying wanted to shout out, but it was already too late. That fat Young Master Song had already touched her inkstone, causing the ink to spill out.

Half the table.

Xiu Ying's expression changed. She stood up and hurriedly cleaned up the paper beside her. However, there were a few words that had already been stained with ink.

Her hand trembled as she lifted her eyes to look at Fatty, who was still stuck in the passageway. "Don't you know to take a look when you're walking?!"

It was something that she had spent a lot of effort on!

Young Master Song put his hands on his waist as the fat on his body trembled. His face was full of impatience as he said, "I dare not move again. You didn't see that my clothes were stained!"

As he spoke, he made a 'tsk' sound.

Xiu Ying was so angry by his attitude that she wanted to beat him up. Her hand that was holding onto the paper trembled even more. At this moment, Young Master Song twisted his butt and knocked away some tables.

There were a few drops on the girl's white face and skirt.

Xiu Ying felt her face turn cold and her hands turn into a fist. Her face slowly turned cold. However, Young Master Song was beaming with joy as he turned to look at Du Yicheng, "Young Master Du, I didn't touch you earlier did I?"

They were all fawning on him.

Everyone present could see that Fatty Song was doing this on purpose. He was bullying Xiu Ying!

Xiu Ying's two cousins looked at each other in dismay. They wanted to help her, as the one being bullied was their younger cousin. However, now that he saw Du Yicheng here, it was not uncommon for him to bully Xiu Ying. They were part of the Shen family and could not afford to offend Master Shen, let alone the Eternal Ping Mansion.

She hesitated for a moment.

It was at this moment that a scream like a pig being butchered sounded in the academy!

Master Song's fat body flew up and then fell down, hitting an empty table heavily.

Everyone was flabbergasted by this scene.

Even Xiu Ying, who was the closest to the two of them, couldn't react in time. She only saw Du Yicheng suddenly stand up, and that Little Fatty Song was sent flying?!

Du Yicheng, who had sent someone flying, had a grim expression on his face. He kicked the table as if it was still enough, supporting himself with his palm as he flew up. He landed in front of Young Master Song and kicked him to the ground …