"Do you think the Crown Prince's severe illness might really—" Tang Xiaobai asked halfway, but upon seeing the scene before her, she suddenly fell silent.
The scent of books and ink was thick in the air, the shadows of bamboo swayed with the wind, and the young man in the pavilion lowered his gaze and focused intently, his wrist suspended as he wielded his pen with utmost concentration.
The summer was stiflingly hot, so she had deliberately moved the study area from the Bright Moon Building to this small bamboo pavilion, which indeed turned out to be very suitable, allowing the children to complete their homework much faster.
The other three had already finished their homework and left, leaving only Qin Xiao to continue with the senior grade work.
The senior level work involved writing essays and was not as casual as copying calligraphy. And here she was, interrupting him with trivial matters? Utterly inappropriate!
Yet, despite her guilt, the words had already been spoken.
