In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
Xianglan Pavilion, Class 103.
An eight-year-old girl dressed in a red embroidered long skirt, with long, slender eyebrows, a cherry red mouth, and eyes filled with a clear and gentle spring water gaze, wore a gauze veil with cloud patterns, giving off a mysterious impression, sat properly on a brown-red lacquered desk and chair.
She was Liu Qingxi.
Having taken medicine prescribed by an old physician, abstained from certain foods, and applied the expensive Jade Beauty Cream from the Liu Mansion, the injuries on her face were no longer a big issue, but some small bruises still lingered, ultimately not pleasant.
Thus, she donned a veil with cloud patterns, gently and elegantly, leaving her vaguely obscured yet aesthetically pleasing.
A few days ago, the matter of Shen Chen, the Ye Mansion’s servant, being chosen as the State Preceptor’s disciple, although several days have passed, still left a residual glow.
Liu Qingxi unintentionally overheard classmates mentioning this as she entered the study hall.
Her long, slender eyebrows glistened with a piercing cold light, filled with resentment. Initially, she felt nothing special towards Shen Chen, but as the Chief of Staff’s young daughter grew increasingly fond of him, and he dared to continuously ignore her, this fostered Liu Qingxi’s animosity towards him, and Ye Zhi’s unreasonable, flaunting, and arrogant demeanor lacked the grace of a noble lady.
Why were Tan Huanhuan, Ji Changzhou, and the Eldest Prince always surrounding her? Smiling all day, it was unbearable to look at!
Shen Chen, just a young grandson of a servant from the Ye Mansion, why could he become the State Preceptor’s disciple?
For some unknown reason, she just couldn’t stand Ye Zhi with Tan Huanhuan and the others~
Liu Qingxi’s little face was ice cold, her gaze as chilly as a winter December, wishing this group would just disappear.
No, Shen Chen should stay, since Ye Zhi cares so much about you, if you become my subordinate, perhaps that woman’s expression would be very entertaining.
Figuring it out brought calmness.
The bell for class would ring after half an incense stick time.
The morning sun cast its gentle light into the ancient study hall~
Li Changnian and Liu Qingxi’s seats weren’t far apart, he noticed today she wore a veil, curiously asked, "Qingxi, why are you wearing this gauze veil today?"
The voice was neither loud nor quiet.
Did not draw attention from classmates~
Among the classmates, boys and girls were chatting away in groups of three or five, the air filled with childhood joy.
Some were diligently writing the assignments left by the Teacher, others hadn’t yet arrived in class.
No special actions, nothing would draw attention.
Liu Qingxi turned to glance at the Crown Prince, opportunity seemed to have arrived, she was stirred, forming a plan.
She shook her head with an expression full of adversity towards Li Changnian, her voice trembled, "Thank you for your concern, it’s nothing."
Imperial College rules, Article 87: From royalty and nobility to butchers and runners. Once enrolled, one becomes part of the institution, united as friendly classmates, and not to flaunt status and become power’s lackeys, treated alike.
A very stringent rule!
A small number of students in the college also knew the Crown Prince’s identity, referred to him by name or nickname.
Did not perform salutations~
Who is the Crown Prince? He is the one to become Emperor in the future; currently, he is the Crown Prince.
The first condition for a Crown Prince is observation plus speculation, which has become a habit over a long time. Li Changnian discerned that her "it’s nothing" was merely perfunctory.
An emperor, by nature suspicious.
In his eyes, Liu Qingxi was just a girl with a tender charm that outshone flowers, unadorned and genuine.