Lin Jingyuan glanced behind him: “You mean second brother? He is this kind of character after all, so let’s just ignore him.”
Lin Feilu pouted, her voice dull: “We shouldn’t bully others, it is wrong. We should be good children.”
Lin Jingyuan remembered that he previously had bullied Song Jinglan and felt slightly embarrassed, but he nodded repeatedly: “En en en, we should be good children!”
Little Lu is really well-behaved. She is kind and obedient, like a refreshing stream in this palace choke full of deceit and trickery! Such a kind sister must be the little angel sent down to him by the Gods.
In order to make his sister happy, Lin Jingyuan, who was always tired of studying, sat in the first row all morning to accompany Lin Feilu as they listened to the mentor’s teachings.
The surprised mentor couldn’t help but constantly tend to look over there. He thought in his heart: Did the Fourth Prince change his attitude?
Come then, I’ll get him to try and answer the question.
As a result, Lin Jingyuan stood up and sincerely replied to his mentor, “Although I am sitting here, my heart still remains in the last row. It would be great if you can pretend that I am nonexistent.”
Mentor, “…”
A change of attitude? What blasphemy!!!
When the morning classes ended, Lin Feilu packed up her little school bag and politely excused herself from her siblings one by one.
Lin Nianzhi’s tsundere behaviour seemed to have gotten a bit more serious as she pretended not to see her Lin Feilu despite greeting her several times. This time, when she heard her say, “Goodbye, eldest imperial sister,” Lin Nianzhi awkwardly turned around, giving a nonchalant wave of her hand and left.
(T/L note: Tsundere is a Japanese originated term that refers to someone who appears cold and sometimes hostile, but their inner selves are actually kind and a big contrast to how they appear)
In fact, it was her Fourth Sister Lin Wei whom she hadn’t had much contact with that inwardly responded to her greetings.
Lin Jiwen was still bragging to the noble children that usually praised his name and gave him endless amounts of flattery. Upon seeing Lin Feilu approaching him with a small school bag on her back, he raised his head proudly, waiting for her to wave her hand and say, “Goodbye, second imperial brother”.
After all, he had already seen her doing the same to his other siblings!
However, the little girl held her head high and walked past him, not even sparing him a glance.
Lin Jiwen was a little annoyed and he raised a fist towards her back, but his hand was caught by Lin Ting.
Although Lin Ting was not taller or stronger than him, he was the eldest son of the Emperor. Plus, his mother was a Noble Consort and had a very powerful authority in the palace. This led to Lin Jiwen being very well-mannered in front of him.
Lin Ting had a gentle expression as he warned him,”Fifth sister is young, you must not bully her.”
Lin Jiwen thought to himself, you didn’t say the same when she bullied me, as he nodded his head rather reluctantly.
After leaving the Imperial School, Lin Feilu went back to the Mingyue Palace. Her current life adhered to a certain schedule— she would attend the Imperial School classes in the morning, have martial arts training with Noble Consort Xi in the afternoon and have some free time in the evening. She felt like she was living a three-point-monoline life similar to clocking in and clocking out at work.
(T/L note: It means three points in life— you work, leave work and go home if you are an adult; for a child, it’s three points of going to school, after school and going home. A scheduled, boring life with no entertainment.)