The Directorate was very big. Yu Song followed Uncle Wan for a full fifteen minutes before arriving at a courtyard with black tiles and white walls. There was a corridor, a house, a well, and green bamboo inside. The difference was that Yu Song could not see any farming tools here.
If Yan Jiuchao hadn’t accidentally seen him writing on the ground, he would probably have been a country bumpkin in Lotus Flower Village for the rest of his life. He never dreamed that he would become one of the many scholars.
Yu Song hugged the bag in his arms and watched blankly as the scholar in white walked past him. He had heard Uncle Wan mention that the students of the Directorate were called Directorate Students. They were one level higher than ordinary scholars.
Uncle Wan turned around and saw Yu Song in a daze. He could not help but laugh. “Second Young Master, you will get used to it in the future. You’re the same as them. You’re both the Directorate’s students.”
“I was farming yesterday morning.” Yu Song scratched his head with a smile.
Uncle Wan was amused by him. Ordinary people would have their tails in the air when they encountered such a good thing. Only he was still silly. Otherwise, how could he have caught the Young Master’s eye? Young Master was not the kind of person who would let his lust get the better of him. It was true that he cared about Miss Yu, but he pulled Yu Song because he could see Yu Song’s potential.
“Let’s go in.” Uncle Wan sent Yu Song to the dormitory. There were three students in each dormitory. Uncle Wan had asked around. One of Yu Song’s roommates was from Prefecture You, and the other was from Wan City. They were both magnanimous and docile people.
The dormitory had three beds, the one inside and the one outside was taken. Yu Song could only choose the middle one.
Uncle Wan wanted to make the bed, so Yu Song said, “I’ll do it myself.” A country bumpkin could still do such a small thing.
There was nothing for Uncle Wan to do here. Uncle Wan left after giving some instructions.
Yu Song finished packing his things and went to fetch water. Just as he reached the door, he bumped into Zhao Heng and his classmate.
Yu Song had long heard from Yu Wan that Zhao Heng was also studying at the Directorate, so he was not surprised to see him, but he did not have a good expression.
“Hey, you’re new, right? What was that look in your eyes just now?” Just as Yu Song was about to brush past Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng’s classmate blocked his path. However, it was not the one who had recognized the Young Master Manor’s carriage earlier, but a student surnamed Liu. His father was the eighth-grade county magistrate of a small county.
Yu Song looked at him indifferently. “What do you want?”
Student Liu said, “I should be the one asking you this. What do you want? Are you looking down on me? Do you know who he is?”
Yu Song thought to himself, Of course I know who he is. He’s a heartless man who bullied my sister and still owes her three hundred taels of silver!
Student Liu rolled up his sleeves, and Zhao Heng said, “Forget it, let’s go.”
Student Liu blew on his beard and left angrily.
At this moment, Yu Song’s roommate returned with a large stack of books. He looked at Yu Song and then at the two people who had walked over. He said, “You’re new? How did you provoke them? Young Master Zhao is a student from Class A of the Directorate. I heard that he was recommended by the Xiao family to enter the school. He’s highly regarded by Chancellor Gao. Don’t offend him!”
Student of Class A… Yu Song looked at Zhao Heng’s departing figure and slowly clenched his fists.
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In order to successfully attend the wedding of Prince Cheng and the princess of Xiongnu, Uncle Wan hired a senior teacher for Yu Wan. Her surname was also Wan. In Uncle Wan’s words, the two of them were family five hundred years ago.
Nanny Wan had stayed in the palace and was once in charge of teaching the rules of the young ladies. Now that she had been released from the palace by the Emperor’s grace, she did not lack money. She only agreed to come to the Young Master Manor because she saw that the person who spoke was Uncle Wan.
When she found out that she was going to teach a village girl, Nanny Wan glared fiercely at Uncle Wan.
Uncle Wan rubbed his nose resentfully.
Nanny Wan was a strict person and did not smile. If she was right, she would pass. If she was wrong, she would be punished. As the Young Madam of Yan City, Yu Wan had also been punished by Nanny Wan to copy the palace rules a few times.
Yu Wan studied the royal family’s genealogy and palace rules in the morning and practiced her speech, actions, and manners in the afternoon. She did not idle at night either. She was taught tea by Nanny Wan or floral arrangement by Uncle Wan. After a day of work, Yu Wan felt even more tired than farming.
At night, Yu Wan finished her class and dragged her tired body to the Qingfeng Courtyard. She took a comfortable hot bath and almost fell asleep in the bathtub.
The little fellows fell on the bed. Yu Wan held a royal family tree and sat at the head of the bed. This was similar to her studying history in her previous life. From the previous dynasty to this dynasty, how many emperors had this dynasty experienced and what deeds each emperor had done in their lives. This was not a family tree at all, but a history book of the dynasty.
