Chapter 20

Chapter 20: This Is Actually Quite Interesting

Only on the first day of school would Qingwan excitedly wake up so early to find Ming to go to school together.

On the second day, after waking up early and finishing breakfast, Ming realized Qingwan hadn’t arrived yet.

Having no other choice, Ming took the jade pendant Lady Qin had given him and went to the Qin residence to look for Qingwan.

Upon arriving at Lady Qin’s courtyard, he saw Qingwan half-asleep leaning against her mother, who was brushing her hair.

At that moment, Lady Qin wore a thin undergarment with her long hair flowing down, just reaching her waist. Her serene face glowed faintly in the morning sun.

With her legs neatly crossed and sitting upright, the undergarment clung to her body, outlining a perfect curve.

Qingwan slowly opened her sleepy eyes and looked toward the courtyard entrance. Her bright big eyes immediately lit up.

Seeing their children cry so pitifully, many mothers softened their hearts, thinking it might be better if they didn’t attend school.

Just as Qingwan was clinging to Ming, Pengda walked into the classroom and sat in the same aisle seat next to Ming like yesterday, quietly taking out his books.

Seeing Ming’s indifferent reaction, Qingwan pouted and tugged at Ming’s sleeve: “Ming Brother, Qingwan didn’t cry.”

But remembering what her husband had told her, these beautiful ladies eventually forced themselves to push their children into the front yard of the lecture hall before turning away.

Qingwan even regretted why she decided to go to school—wouldn’t it be better to play with Ming Brother in the courtyard with the Big White Goose?

Even though she lacked interest, Qingwan still held onto Ming’s arm as she walked out, with the maidservant Caide following closely behind the two children.

If someone hasn’t slept for fifteen minutes, this teacher will let them continue sleeping.

Today, it was the mothers’ turn. Likely, the servants couldn’t persuade these young masters, so it fell upon their mothers to do so.

Ming hesitated for a moment, then nodded and returned a smile.

Indeed, it was monotonous.

Yesterday, the servants brought these little masters here.

What could a small child possibly understand?

Pengda turned around, noticing Ming looking at him. The chubby boy scratched his head shyly and then gave Ming a hearty smile.

Once they saw their mothers leave, they cried even louder, but their mothers didn’t look back.

To Ming’s surprise, Pengda sitting beside him was very focused during class. Even when drowsy, he pinched himself discreetly to stay awake.

However, Ming didn’t take much notice of it, having minimal interaction with Pengda. Hatred? That wasn’t even close.

Just as the class was halfway through, suddenly, a goose call rang out from outside the window.

But every time the *Heavenly Profound Heart Method* is read, it can provide…

The Heavenly Black Goose, noticing it had caught Ming’s attention, called out again.

Yet this teacher was quite interesting; he only woke someone up after they had slept for fifteen minutes, asking them to answer questions.

Since Ming was only five years old, Lady Qin had no guard against him. Even if Ming saw her in her undergarment, it was fine.

It seemed that today Pengda came alone; First Lady Phoenix never escorted him once.

“Quack quack quack~~~ (Little brother, Big Sister has come to see you.)”

“Ming Brother~~~” Qingwan jumped out of her mother’s embrace and ran to Ming.

In ancient times, any kind of fun teaching method was basically impossible.

Many children cried and clung to the beautiful ladies’ legs, shouting, “Mother, I don’t want to go to school! School isn’t fun at all.”

Not long after, Mr. Xiao Mochi arrived at the lecture hall, and everyone quieted down, obediently sitting at their desks.

They gradually realized that crying also required timing.

If certain people saw this, they would probably shout, “I actually have the style of Cao Wei!”

“Qingwan, look who’s here.”

“Ming Brother~~~” Sitting in her seat, Qingwan pulled Ming’s sleeve, blinking her eyes at him. “Everyone cried during school, but Qingwan didn’t cry, oh.”

These young masters and misses were mostly well-behaved because they had been warned by their fathers, likely instructed not to offend the teacher.

“Oh…” Hearing about going to school again, Qingwan immediately became deflated.

Qingwan was already nodding off like a chick pecking rice, even directly resting her head on Ming’s shoulder and falling asleep.

Especially since Pengda’s seatmate wouldn’t talk to him, making Pengda feel even lonelier.

Ming remembered the last time he worked this hard was… last time.

Mr. Xiao noticed Ming and Pengda as the two most studious students and silently made a mental note.

“Qingwan is really amazing.” Ming patted Qingwan’s little head.

“Hehehe…” This satisfied Qingwan smiled with closed eyes, rubbing her little head against Ming’s palm.

If I don’t enter the lecture hall on time, I’ll get my bottom spanked by father.

Although Pengda said he was a “illegitimate son” at the age of two,

But to gain attribute points, Ming listened very attentively.

This goose call injected vitality into the dull lecture hall, and all the students woke up, looking toward the window.

“Quack quack quack…”

After all, what could a two-year-old possibly understand? They just learn whatever adults teach them.

Lady Qin saw Ming, smiled, and gently tapped her daughter’s cheek in her arms.

Qingwan also woke up, seeing the swan outside the window, happily shouting.

Today, Xiao Mochi continued lecturing on the *Analects*, interspersed with some content from the *Book of Songs*.

Ming glanced at Qingwan again. In her bright peach-like eyes, there was an innocent expectation, as if saying, “Quick, praise me! Praise me!”

“Ming Brother.” Like a little adult, Ming bowed respectfully to Lady Qin and then said to Qingwan beside him, “Qingwan, we should go to school.”

Upon arriving at the lecture hall entrance, Ming saw many elegant and noble ladies.

They could only turn around and walk toward the lecture hall, dispirited.

After all, their children were only five or six years old. What could they possibly learn?

Although the little girl said yesterday that she would try to like school, it seems she really couldn’t get into it.

“Xiao Bai~”

“Hmm.” Ming nodded and took out the *Analects*.

Inside the lecture hall, Xiao Mochi looked at the highly spirited swan and softly smiled:

“This is actually quite interesting.”