The little child wrote a word incorrectly, and Jiang Ling taught him to correct it. However, the more he spoke, the more outrageous the child's mistakes became, as if he were deliberately going against him.
No matter what Jiang Ling said, the child wouldn't listen. As the mistakes became increasingly absurd, Jiang Ling grew very angry. But considering he was the Master's disciple, Jiang Ling couldn't say much.
He could tell that this little child didn't want him to teach him. Jiang Ling had his own principles. Since the child didn't want him to teach, he wouldn't pester him into it.
Shen Yue paused, then gently patted his shoulder and said softly, "It's alright, you did very well."
Feeling the warmth on his shoulder, Jiang Ling was momentarily stunned. He had actually done something incredibly embarrassing in front of his Master – he had brought his nose to the cloth stained with the immortal's presence and sniffed it.
His face instantly turned red. Jiang Ling abruptly looked at his Master, whose eyes were covered by a white cloth, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Master..." his deep voice was filled with a hint of apprehension.
Shen Yue responded with a questioning "Mm."
Jiang Ling stared at the white-robed immortal before him with fervent eyes. Blushing, he asked, "In the future, when I encounter many difficult questions during my cultivation... may I ask Master for guidance?"
"Yes."
The handsome man broke into an incredibly brilliant smile, like a little sun. "Thank you, Master."
Shen Yue nodded gently and walked past him.
Watching the white figure gradually walk away, Jiang Ling's smile grew brighter. He gently sniffed the cloth that seemed to still carry the immortal's scent.
— This was the first time Master had touched him!
As Shen Yue pushed open the study door, a small white figure clung to his leg.
This time, Shen Yue didn't pick him up as usual. Instead, he pushed the child away and continued walking forward.
Rejected, Rong Hua looked a bit lost. His fair and delicate face furrowed. He trotted after Shen Yue, calling out cautiously, "Master..."
Shen Yue sat on the soft couch, ignoring the boy's calls.
At this, the boy's eyes turned red. "Master! Are you angry with me because of that person?!"
Shen Yue turned away, not wanting to deal with him.
"Clearly, I am Master's only disciple, yet Master is angry with me for someone insignificant! Master is biased!"
The boy circled around and stood in front of Shen Yue, his expression stubborn and persistent. His chubby fingers still tugged at her sleeve, and his beautiful large eyes began to stream with tears.
Shen Yue frowned at his unreasonable words, her voice clear and cold, "Do you know what you did wrong?"
The boy vigorously wiped his tears and retorted unyieldingly, "I didn't do anything wrong, it's Master who's wrong!"
"Rong Hua!" The pale-skinned immortal's brows knitted slightly. He was stern and severe, like a layer of cold moonlight, unyielding. "Get out!"
"Master!" The childish voice was filled with disbelief and grievance.
Shen Yue directly stood up, pulled at her sleeve, and turned away.
Left behind, the boy, being a child of immature disposition and spoiled to the extreme, revealed his true nature.
At this point, he couldn't yet feign innocence and could only resort to the most clumsy methods to resolve the situation.
His eyes red, tears pouring down, he helplessly crouched down, burying his head in his arms. His small body trembled slightly, and he kept murmuring "Master."
Shen Yue returned to her chambers. In truth, she wasn't particularly angry. She knew the boy was still young and didn't understand anything. She was already regretting it slightly, feeling she shouldn't have just abandoned the boy so directly.
The system uttered a perplexing sentence: [Go ahead, if you do, you'll be the one with broken legs.]
Shen Yue was startled: [What do you mean? I didn't do anything! Besides, the main villain likes the heroine, not me. What does it have to do with me?]
The system said to the pretty idiot: [I have a feeling the main villain's gaze towards you is not right.]
Shen Yue didn't believe it: [The main villain is still so young, what could be wrong?]
The system thought about it and felt it was true, it might just be overly sensitive.
A sweet scent suddenly appeared in the air. Shen Yue was startled and turned around.
"Xin Xi."
Xin Xi lightly touched Shen Yue's face in a flirtatious manner, her voice bewitching and seductive, "Senior Brother..."
Shen Yue knew Xin Xi's habit of being casually lewd. Her appearance was luxuriously pale, with delicate lips the color of crabapple blossoms.
"What is it?"
—
Rong Hua squatted on the ground and cried for a long time, but Master didn't come to comfort him. A sense of inexplicable panic washed over him.
He raised his head and looked blankly at the empty study. Tears still clung to his long eyelashes, his beautiful eyes slightly swollen, and he bit his red lips tightly.
Master... won't abandon him.
"That won't happen!" the boy mumbled to himself. He stood up unsteadily. His legs were still a little numb from squatting for so long. His childish voice carried a strong nasal tone. "Master won't abandon me... I'm going to find Master..."
He stumbled out, accidentally stepping on a small stone and falling hard onto the ground. His fair knees and arms scraped open. He got up, crying out for Master.
But when he reached Master's chambers, he hesitated to open the door. However, upon seeing his blood-stained knees, he became sad again.
The boy wiped the tears from his face, pushed the door open, and said, "Master..."
His childish voice abruptly stopped.
Through the thin gauze curtain, he could clearly see the strange, glaring red figure and the white figure leaning very close, intimately.
Rong Hua was completely stunned by the scene before him.
Shen Yue heard the movement and turned to look.
Xin Xi also looked over, revealing her alluringly seductive face. Upon seeing the boy's face, she showed a look of fear and involuntarily uttered a name.
Shen Yue heard the name, her lips pressed together lightly. This time, she quickly averted her gaze and said in a low voice to the boy, who was already frozen, "You go out first."
This short sentence left no room for negotiation; it was an order.
Rong Hua's hands and feet turned cold. Looking at the two of them leaning intimately together, he extended his bloody palm and said, "Master... I fell, my wound is bleeding a lot, it hurts so much..."
Shen Yue's cool voice came from over there, sounding somewhat impatient, "Rong Hua, be good, you go out first."
The boy lowered his head, "Okay, Master."
Then, Shen Yue heard the sound of light footsteps gradually receding, followed by the soft closing of the door. With a soft *thud*, the chamber fell silent.
"Why does he look so much like him?" the seductive female voice still carried a tremor.
The last time she saw this boy, he was covered in dirt, his features completely obscured. Today was the first time she had seen him face to face.