The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

Yuan Qing and Liu Yue called a few more maids and servants to help, and the curtains were quickly set up, with the four corners supported by wooden poles and fixed to the ground.

The curtains fluttered in the wind all around.

"Want to feed the mosquitoes?" Pei Shiyuan said coldly.

"Lower the tent flap, and the mosquitoes shouldn't be able to get in." Luo Qingyan looked around, thinking that even if one or two mosquitoes managed to squeeze in through the gap at the bottom, it wouldn't matter.

"Your Highness, I'd like to practice inside the tent. It's cooler outside. Look closely, I've memorized everything Aunt Liu taught me!"

Luo Qingyan, with a serious expression, pushed Pei Shiyuan into the tent.

Pei Shiyuan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Is Luo Qingyan really that serious? Learning just the basics of Aunt Liu's teachings is enough; there's no need to learn them exactly. Wouldn't that be going too far?

Or perhaps she's just too slow; she can't even grasp the basics.

Inside the curtained tent, a banquet was laid out, and a low table was placed on it, with tea, snacks, and wine on it.

"Your Highness, please come down and sit at the banquet." Pei Shiyuan cooperated without saying a word, thinking to himself, "Luo Qingyan is a stiff crab; perhaps she needs this kind of practice."

"Watch closely." After settling Pei Shiyuan in, Luo Qingyan ran to stand directly opposite him.

"Is this how you sway when you walk?"

Luo Qingyan walked forward with her back to Pei Shiyuan, her hips raised and her waist swaying.

"Is this what it looks like when you look back?"

Luo Qingyan squinted, turned around, and smiled with raised eyebrows.

"besides......"

"Stop." Pei Shiyuan sighed and called for a halt. Luo Qingyan was beyond saving; all she knew was how to use the fire-avoidance diagram to have a child.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Luo Qingyan ran over and took Pei Shiyuan's arm. "Oh, right, now it's time to pour you some wine. Drink up."

"Holding the wine pot handle with her delicate fingers, she slowly poured the wine into the cup, the slower the better."

Luo Qingyan muttered, "I still need to paint my nails with bright red nail polish."

She suddenly remembered that the rouge in the Drunken Red Mansion was applied bright red, and when it stretched out, it looked like a ghost's claw.

"Your Highness, let's have a drink."

Her face was almost pressed against Pei Shiyuan's. That's called intimacy.

"You just learned this, or did you already know it?" Pei Shiyuan coldly took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, then leaned in close to her cheek affectionately. She had known this before and had used it more than once.

"You waddle like a duck, and when you look back you don't even squint. You should draw on phoenix eyes later! Learn properly from Aunt Liu tomorrow."

Pei Shiyuan got up, sat in his wheelchair, and stepped out of the curtain.

"Hey, Your Highness, I'll practice a little longer, give me a chance." Luo Qingyan chased after him, but Pei Shiyuan ignored her and left on his own.

That night, things didn't go peacefully at Linfeng Residence.

Following the prescription given by the physician of the Jiang family, Pei Shiyuan vomited several times throughout the night and barely slept a wink.

The physician from the Jiang family stayed by his side, keeping a close eye on the patient's condition, and fortunately, everything was under control.

Luo Qingyan tried to find some humor in her suffering, but she couldn't laugh. The next day, she practiced diligently with Aunt Liu.

"Auntie is clever and learns very quickly, but if she smiles a little wider, the effect will be even better."

Aunt Liu nodded.

Luo Qingyan tried to smile more.

"Yes, that's it."

She wanted to laugh, but seeing Pei Shiyuan's miserable state, she couldn't bring herself to.

After finishing her practice with Aunt Liu, Luo Qingyan prepared to meet Luo Chengyong at the entrance of the Imperial College.

Yesterday, Luo Chengyong learned that he could go to the Imperial College the next day, and he was so happy that he went to Wanfulou Restaurant to order a table of food and wine to entertain his friends.

His friends were his classmates at Hongru Academy, who were just as ignorant and incompetent as he was.

After a hearty meal, they dispersed, and his friends promised Luo Chengyong that they would wait for him at the gate of the Imperial College the next day to witness his historic moment.

Under the blazing sun, Luo Chengyong was drenched in sweat. He waited at the gate of the Imperial College at the time Luo Qingyan had informed him of, but no one came for a long time.

His friends had all arrived. It was so hot that their faces were all flushed from the sun, and they kept fanning themselves with the hems of their clothes: "Dayong, it's so hot! When is your second sister coming?"

"The Duke's mansion is busy, so it may have been delayed," Luo Chengyong said with a smile. He didn't hide it from his friend; it was through the Duke's mansion's connections.

They both know each other's skill levels, so there's no point in hiding it, especially since they're good brothers.

Luo Qingyan still dares to be late. She's really getting more and more presumptuous because she has the Duke's mansion backing her up. Luo Chengyong complained inwardly.

In the past, if he asked Luo Qingyan to bring him tea or water, she would run faster than a rabbit and wouldn't dare to be a step late.

He begged her this once, and there would be no next time. From now on, Luo Qingyan would have to rely on her at her parents' home and would have to ask her for everything, otherwise there would be no way.

As the sun reached its zenith, the Imperial College dismissed students at noon, and the students poured out of the school.

Luo Chengyong was so hot that he spun around, looking left and right. Finally, he saw the Duke's carriage and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little brother, I'm sorry I'm late."

Luo Qingyan walked gracefully towards us, holding an umbrella, like a perfect woman from a painting.

His friends were all staring wide-eyed.

"Second sister, it's alright, let's go in!" Luo Chengyong rushed towards the door, not even noticing the students who came out.

"Brother, no rush. The teacher said your essay is good, but to show your sincerity in seeking knowledge, you must rewrite it here, in front of everyone. I believe many people will praise you highly. You will soon become another talented scholar in the capital, following in the footsteps of Shen Nanxun."

Luo Qingyan said, maintaining a smile throughout.

"Second sister, what are you saying? It's the middle of summer, I've been standing here in the sun for an hour already, if I write this article again, I'll get heatstroke."

How could he possibly remember what the article said? It wasn't written by him.

Luo Chengyong's face was flushed from the sun, and he knew he might get heatstroke if he stayed any longer. He felt his excuse was foolproof.

He had never been exposed to the sun for so long since he was a child, which is why his mother couldn't bear to see him like that, which is why he grew up with fair and delicate skin.

Under the sun, her fair skin turned bright red.

Luo Qingyan raised the corners of her mouth and comforted him with a smile: "Little brother, hang in there, just this once, everything will be fine after you get into the Imperial Academy."

His friends chimed in, "Dayong, hurry up and write! It's the only time, we're about to melt in the sun."

Luo Chengyong's friends thought he had memorized the article.

I heard someone is going to enter the Imperial College.

Many students who had finished their studies at the Imperial College at noon stopped to watch.

"Brother, what excellent article of yours has caught the eye of the Master? Could you read it to us?"

Many eager eyes were fixed on Luo Chengyong.

Luo Chengyong began to feel uneasy, frowning as he said, "Second Sister, let's go see the teacher first; it's too sunny outside."

"No. You must show your sincerity in seeking knowledge." Luo Qingyan's smile deepened.

She guessed that Luo Chengyong wouldn't be able to recite it.

"I won't write it." Luo Chengyong turned his face away.

Everyone was shocked. If it were them, they would write their articles again even if there were ten suns in the sky, as long as they could get the Master's approval, just to show everyone and prove that the Master's judgment was correct.

"Dayong, write it!" His friends couldn't stand it anymore and urged him on.

Suddenly one of them said, "Dayong, you don't know how to write it, do you? If you don't, we can go back and memorize it before coming back. It's okay."

"Oh..." Everyone booed.

"You didn't have the article ghostwritten, did you?"

"How could I not memorize the articles I wrote myself?"

"Little brother, tell me the truth?" Luo Qingyan's eyes widened, filled with disappointment.

Before she could even use the person she had prepared, Luo Chengyong's brainless friend blurted it out for her.