On that night, the candlelight in Song Qianhang's study was bright, and the servant next to him was helping to grind ink, struggling to hold back laughter.
Song Qianhang was copying documents while cursing, "What kind of 'Precepts for Women' is this? It's all nonsense, what obsolete thoughts?!"
"How can anyone still make me write these things!?"
"That elder brother is not human, truly inhumane!"
The next day, Song Qianhang sat down for breakfast with dark circles under his eyes, yawning several times.
Prince Jing glanced at him, "It's good you are diligent in your studies, but remember to be moderate in everything to avoid harming your eyes."
Princess Jing, feeling sorry for her son staying up all night studying, served him a bowl of hot porridge, placing it by his hand, "Rest for a while in your courtyard after breakfast, there's no need to go to the Imperial College today."
Upon hearing this, Song Qianhang was surprised by such good fortune!?
