The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 549 Childhood Betrothal Partner

The carriage stopped; we had arrived at the Imperial College.

Wei Zhao's expression was indifferent; he didn't even glance at him before lifting the curtain and bending down to go out.

As for the porcelain box, he casually threw it away.

Within the high, gray walls, ancient cypress trees stand tall. Before the morning mist has dissipated, students in blue robes begin to arrive.

Wei Zhao's robes brushed against the stone steps as he walked lightly and steadily.

Not far away is an old shop steaming glutinous rice cakes.

Wei Zhao lowered his eyes, but when the bamboo cage was lifted, white mist billowed out, and a sweet fragrance quietly crept past his nose.

He didn't stop and kept going.

Many students bowed to Wei Zhao, and Wei Zhao returned the bow to each one.

"Wei Zhao."

He Xuran blocked him at the entrance of the Imperial College.

Wei Zhao slowly raised his eyes, his noble bearing and impeccable manners as a scion of a prominent family evident in his demeanor. His voice was calm: "What advice does Prince He have?"

He Xuran, holding a book in his arms, frowned slightly: "The Imperial Academy has scheduled the opening exam for today. How are your preparations going?"

He genuinely respected this opponent, and there was no malice in his words.

"I'm studying hard at home this year-end. If I surpass you, don't be discouraged."

He said in a serious tone, "You should do well on the exam. This time, I won't let you get away with it."

Wei Zhao:......

"Pfft."

Xiao Huaiyan was amused.

His eyes were fixed on He Xuran, and he raised his chin, laughing at him: "You're always second best, who cares how well he's prepared? He'll always be one step ahead of you."

"What do you mean you won't let him? You bookworm, you did manage to out-test him once."

He Xuran frowned; he and Xiao Huaiyan had never gotten along.

"My affairs are none of your business."

He Xuran looked down on Xiao Huaiyan, this纨绔 (spoiled brat).

Instead of studying properly and wasting his time on studies, he only played around and played with crickets, and even offended his teacher time and time again.

They didn't act like students at all.

He didn't want to waste time with Xiao Huaiyan, so he just looked at Wei Zhao, as if waiting for his response.

Wei Zhao said quietly, "We'll wait and see."

He Xuran stepped across the threshold and walked straight ahead.

After entering the school, he sat down at the desk and closed his eyes to rest.

I'm so sleepy.

Aside from his time at the Imperial Academy, his mother had high expectations of him, assigning him numerous and demanding assignments every day.

The ink stains on his desk, still wet from last night, had frozen into ice crystals, and the newly cut Xuan paper was piled up three inches high. After returning home, he had to memorize the Zizhi Tongjian (Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government), and in the afternoon he studied policy essays. He was required to submit a thirty-line poem for the imperial examination before nightfall.

In addition, he also had to find time to practice martial arts with his uncle. This was something he requested himself; the Wei family's martial arts skills couldn't be lacking.

This also led to an increasingly tight schedule.

Wei Zhao couldn't remember the last time he woke up naturally.

I remember in the beginning, he was so tired that his wrist was shaking badly as he held the pen, but he didn't dare to let even a drop of ink stain his homework.

"Hey, why didn't the new students come?"

As soon as Xiao Huaiyan entered, he inquired around: "Didn't they say that the Duke of Xianguo would send people over?"

A classmate replied.

"They've arrived; they're with the teacher right now."

"I heard he's five or six years older than us, but he looks thin and short, as if he's suffered a great hardship. He's not even as tall as you, Young Master Xiao."

Xiao Huaiyan raised an eyebrow.

He'll go over and take a look.

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"Is this the child?"

Marquis Yangdu, who was teaching at the Imperial Academy, looked Ying Fuyan up and down. Unlike his usual stern demeanor, his tone was now inevitably agitated.

Ying Fuyan is very thin.

Perhaps he had endured many hardships, and had changed considerably from the Prince of Yan in his memory.

But there are some similarities in their eyes and brows.

Therefore, before going out, in order to be cautious, the Duke of Xian specially had his eyebrows slightly thickened, his lips drawn deeper, and some shadows swept under his chin. After this disguise, he became a stranger.

Duke Xianguo instructed Ying Fuyan to step forward and show it to Marquis Yangdu.

Even though it's the Imperial College, you can't be sure there are ears on the other side, so you have to be careful what you say.

The Duke of Xianguo replied without hesitation, “This is the child of my cousin’s family from my hometown.”

“His parents had an accident a while ago, so my great-uncle brought his grandson to come and stay with me.”

This is a new identity that has been assigned to me, and no one can find any error in it when they check.

"You saw him too; he's not feeling well."

"His studies have been delayed for the past few years, but I have tested his knowledge. He has not missed any of what he learned in his early years. He is extremely intelligent."

Marquis Yangdu understood what he meant.

Didn't I study in Beijing years ago?

He was somewhat skeptical.

However, after a few detailed tests, Ying Fuyan answered them all very well.

After a moment's thought, the Marquis of Yangdu, overjoyed, made the decision immediately.

He looked at Duke Xian and said, "Based on our friendship, I'll take this child in."

Duke Xian: ...Your relationship with the Prince of Yan, isn't it?

Marquis Yangdu: "He has fallen behind in his studies over the years and his progress is not as good as the students I teach. Why don't I give him some extra lessons in private?"

Just as Xian Guo was about to nod, he noticed someone eavesdropping outside the door.

He had just become wary when he saw Marquis Yangdu stride over.

Marquis Yangdu grabbed Xiao Huaiyan's ear and twisted it.

"Why are you here instead of reviewing your lessons in the main hall? Aren't you afraid of failing the exam again and your father will be furious!"

"hiss!"

"It hurts."

Xiao Huaiyan: "My father just beats me; I've been used to being beaten for years!"

Marquis of Yangdu: ...

"But I'm not used to it."

He was seething with anger: "Besides beating you, your father is also putting pressure on me!"

Xiao Huaiyan: ...

The Master was... quite innocent.

The father knew he was faking it, but he still pretended to follow him to the teacher's house.

"Lord Yangdu, it's not that I'm making things difficult for you, it's just that I'm heartbroken."

"You taught Guizhi, and you taught Huaiyan, so why is there such a big difference between them!"

Marquis Yangdu was also helpless.

Wei Zhao was taught well by him, but don't you know who Wei Zhao's father is?

With a father like that, Wei Zhao didn't need to be taught much.

Marquis Yangdu groaned at the thought: "I'm getting old and can't teach you for many more years. If a new teacher comes to replace me, let's see how he deals with you!"

At this moment, Xiao Huaiyan was not afraid.

He was unaware of the fear that would follow, that he would be controlled by Gu Fuju.

He just looked at Ying Fuyan defiantly.

"You're a good student?"

Ying Fuyan looked back and said in a low voice, "So-so."

Xiao Huaiyan sneered.

"What's there to be modest about? Both the Duke of Xian and the Master said so, which shows that you have some ability."

However, it's still better than He Xuran's lack of humility!

Xiao Huaiyan: "Study hard, I have high hopes for you!"

Ying Fuyan: ...

Marquis of Yangdu: ?
It's rare to hear him speak like a human being.

Xiao Huaiyan bluntly stated, "I'm quite annoyed by He Xuran's perennial idiocy."

"If you can replace him and make him the mistress, I'll protect you from now on."

Ok……

The victim in this incident was He Xuran.

Regardless of age, only He Xuran caused damage.

Ying Fuyan smiled and glanced at Xiao Huaiyan without making a sound.

I don't know what happened.

Xiao Huaiyan felt something strange about him.

Although he is a relative of the Duke of Xian, he is a newcomer from a small place, so why doesn't he show the slightest bit of trepidation?

Duke Xian stood up: "Young man from the Xiao family, don't frighten him."

Xiao Huaiyan: "Does he seem frightened?"

Ying Fuyan: "I was frightened."

Xiao Huaiyan: ? ? ?
When preparing for the assessment, Marquis Yangdu led Ying Fuyan into the school.

He looked around and arranged for Ying Fuyan to sit in front of Wei Zhao.

Ying Fuyan went to sit down and turned to look at Wei Zhao.

He even held Wei Zhao in his arms.

In the blink of an eye, they've all grown taller than him.

Wei Zhao lifted his eyelids and looked back.

He knew the man's true identity.

Ying Fuyan opened her mouth and said in a voice that the two of them could hear, "If you were a girl, you would have been betrothed to someone since childhood."

The Duke of Shunguo's mansion and the Prince of Yan's mansion were on good terms back then.

Wei Zhao understood his unspoken meaning, and his eyelids twitched.

You are, right?

His face was expressionless.

Xiao Huaiyan was far away from the two of them, and seeing them whispering to each other made him feel very uncomfortable.

He didn't care that the teacher was handing out exam papers, and ran over quickly.

Just as he was about to order Ying Fuyan not to be so familiar with him, he told her to stop.

Wei Zhao's only good brother is him!!!

Wei Zhao looked up: "Where's the medicine?"

Xiao Huaiyan: ...

Yes, Wei Zhao threw it away and then picked it up again.

Xiao Huaiyan was stunned: "You...you're about to do a test, why are you taking drugs?"