Her daughter refused so quickly that the Ye Family was a bit stunned, and asked dumbly, "Why? Isn’t Ling Yun quite good?"
"No reason, I’m still young, mother, seriously." Ye Zhi was afraid her mother would find her a new match again later, so she added, "I’ll consider it when I grow up; for now, my focus is on my studies."
When she heard the word ’studies’.
The Ye Family got a jolt: "Mother’s just worried that you’ll be practicing all sorts of Martial Arts, becoming big and brawny, and later it’ll be hard to find a husband. I just left the hall with this thought, so I came to find you."
The moonlight cast shadows of camphor leaves on the ground, along with deep shadows at the eaves of the winding corridors—everything had its own shadow.
Ye Zhi was afraid of becoming stout and strong from practicing martial arts, and fell into deep thought.
Her behavior made the Ye Family think she had been persuaded regarding the engagement: "What mother said made sense, let mother decide for you then."
Ye Zhi snapped back, protesting, "Don’t do that, anyway, I won’t marry him, deciding it won’t matter."
The woman became angry: "A girl grown won’t listen to her mother, mother won’t control you anymore."
She flounced away.
In the blink of an eye, she vanished.
"Xiao Chen, my mother left, come out quickly."
A little boy in embroidered robe and jade crown walked out from behind the rockery. Under the moonlight, he appeared incredibly noble, with a circle of gentle halo around him, like an ethereal being descended to earth, untouched by the world.
Ye Zhi stared at the Little Traitor, dumbfounded, but only for a moment, though it felt like ages.
Murmuring, she said, "Xiao Chen, you’re really handsome."
A drop of crystalline liquid trickled from her petite cherry mouth.
Realizing her impoliteness, the charming girl quickly sucked in her mouth, preventing the saliva from escaping.
Her throat moved a few times as she swallowed.
Shen Chen seemed shy, his fingers instinctively twisting at the edge of his clothes, his ear tips gradually turning cherry red, reciprocating the compliment, he said, "You’re beautiful too."
"The night is late, I’ll head back to my room now."
With that, he swiftly hurried away from the scene.
Leaving Ye Zhi alone, stunned on the spot, one by one, they all left so quickly.
Time smiled on, and years lingered with fragrance.
In just a few months, Ye Zhi and Huanhuan joined Mr. Qian Wei’s tutelage, and the reputation of the "New Twin Stars" truly lived up to its name. On the very first day, they had to hold a posture by a pillar of incense, leaving them despondent.
The students who joined under him all found it hard to bear.
After taking his classes, Ye Zhi just wanted a great sleep.
Initially, she wasn’t used to the beds at the Imperial College, but thanks to Mr. Qian, she now slept soundly every night, not waking up in between.
The Little Traitor was also successfully selected by the State Preceptor, becoming one of the ten disciples. Due to his wisdom and talent, he frequently received praise from the State Preceptor, promising a great future. It’s said that in a year, the State Preceptor will select one person from these ten to become an apprentice.
Being an apprentice means becoming a disciple by the State Preceptor’s side, not just a simple student relationship!
Once the news spread, the other nine at Qi Yun Courtyard were eager to showcase themselves.
Meanwhile, Liu Qingxi’s fame spread widely within the Imperial College, lively and innocent, kind-hearted, beautiful and clever, like a fairy descended...
Somehow, sung praises by many peers, her radiance blinding~
Even the senior brothers and sisters started noticing her, and regarded her with favor.
Ye Zhi wasn’t concerned about her affairs; it was heard through classmates’ discussions and shared by Huanhuan with her.
This is the heroine aura!
Qinglian occasionally went to Qingqiu Courtyard and Qi Yun Courtyard to ask her, the Little Fairy with heavenly beauty softly replied, "The State Preceptor is a prominent minister of our dynasty, his health isn’t good, I look after him occasionally."
This reply was purely an evasion; you’re just a seven-year-old girl, are you really sure you can take care of the State Preceptor...