Under candlelight~
Ye Zhidong thought and pieced together, finally wrote five hundred words, filling a whole page, with the content as follows:
September 13, the thirteenth year of Emperor Jingping.
My name is Shen Chen.
Youth. (Referring to being eight years old)
In childhood, I was fortunate to receive assistance from the Ye Mansion, embraced by the grace of noble people, not seeking great wealth or nobility, only to remain true to my conscience. This paper is my oath, if I rise to prominence in the future, I will not let personal grievances lead to public revenge against the Ye Family.
If there is any grievance with the Ye Family, it can be reported to the government, gather eyewitnesses and physical evidence, and present it to the authorities as court evidence.
At the same time, there will be no collusion with government officials.
Do not use torture instruments or capital punishment on the Ye Family’s third miss, Ye Zhi~
Do not kick someone when they’re down...
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............ Hereby clarify that the Ye Family refers to Lord Minister Ye Yuan’s family of the Daqing Dynasty.
Promiser:
Signed.
Finally finished writing.
The concerned person may sign by hand.
Rub the strained eyes, stretch with a big yawn~
Ye Zhi’s small seal script has improved over the initial learning period, now not only legible but can be considered neat.
"Xiao Chen, I’ve finished writing, come quickly to sign."
Writing these five hundred words was quite exhausting, leaving him with no energy upon completion.
No response was heard.
Looking up, Little Traitor unknowingly already lay sideways in the pink quilt, not daring to sleep too deeply, resting on the edge of the bed, shoes still on, accidentally fell asleep just now.
Children who cry and fuss at night are always easily tired.
Qingyi Garden is a bit of a walk from his courtyard, better let him sleep here.
In Ye Zhi’s eyes, he is just a toddler, even cried today, soft and adorable, fearing his buddies ignoring him, also gets jealous, a proper child.
Carefully helped him take off his shoes, lifted his feet onto the bed.
Did not wake the sleeping young boy.
She also slept in her clothing, moving to the inside, near the wall side of the bed, covered with a blanket, drifted off, not forgetting to check if Little Traitor kicked off the blanket, afraid he might catch a cold.
The blanket remained intact, finally, peacefully went to sleep.
A good night’s sleep~
When the sun rose, Shen Chen slowly opened his eyes, used to waking early from martial arts training with Mr. Gu, though he left Ye Mansion a few days ago and they did not see each other for the last time.
In sight were pink gauze curtains, a pink blanket spread, under a pink pillow...
This is not his room.
Realizing it’s not his room, Shen Chen became instantly alert.
Turning around, he saw a cute maiden just two feet away from him.
The sleeping girl’s breath was soft, her slumbering face endearing, genuinely lovable.
If possible, really wish to keep looking like this~
A streak of morning sunlight streamed through the lattice window.
If word spreads that they spent the night together, the Ye Family would not allow it, triggering a furious outburst.
Shen Chen hastily dressed, stealthily listening for footsteps, worried about being seen, passing by the desk noticed Ye Zhi’s pledge from yesterday.
A full page.
The small seal script is comparably neater than before, showing progress.
Upon overall reading, one sentence made Shen Chen frown: Do not use torture instruments or capital punishment on the Ye Family’s third miss, Ye Zhi.
What kind of nonsense is this?
Time was pressing, Shen Chen quickly prepared some ink, wrote down his name, then pressed his fingerprint into the adjacent cinnabar, the red print marked the rice paper.
Black and white with red seal, not missing any~
Finished, he hurriedly left.