Chapter 228: My people, naturally I indulge them

Zi Su frowned and shook her head.

I'm fine, I've just been really tired lately.

Just as the two of them were at a loss, Jiang Yunchu woke up and said.

I don't know why, but her body is exactly the same as in her past life; as long as Gui water doesn't come, she's as strong as an ox, but once Gui water arrives, her body enters a weak state, and no matter how she regulates herself or how much medicine she takes, there's no effect at all.

Princess Consort, you've awakened.

Zi Su quickly grabbed the clothing from the side, draped it over the Princess Consort, then pulled back the canopy to look at the person with a pale face.

The manor's doctor just said, Princess Consort, you must rest well and not overthink.

Jiang Yunchu smiled and nodded, "The children's trial this time is over; I will rest for a while, you don't need to follow along worrying."

After Zi Su and Bai Zhi served her washing up, she pointed to her orange-yellow gauze dress and said, "Wear this today."

Warm tones lift the mood and also complement the complexion.

Today we're going to Kang Fu; my maternal grandmother is old, and she looks unwell, needlessly worrying people.

Yes.

"Are the children in class today?" she asked softly, looking at her reflection in the bronze mirror.

Since last night, Zi Su hasn't left Rhyme Courtyard, though she had Bai Zhi go check the situation; the Princess Consort cares most about those children, so the first thing upon waking is surely to ask about them.

They're in class; the few with injured legs can't move and are copying texts in the drill field, while those without injuries keep up with morning drills—no one is slacking.

While saying this, Zi Su's dexterous hands coiled Jiang Yunchu's hair into a bun, then inserted a white jade hairpin on the side—simple and elegant.

The Princess Consort dislikes complex ornaments, even the tassels and pendants on hairpins; her personal attendants all know this, so they strive to choose simple styles for her.

"The small kitchen has simmered lean-meat congee; Princess Consort, please have some," Zi Su asked carefully.

"Alright, have a bit."

Jiang Yunchu smiled; her belly felt cold, she placed her hand there and could even sense a chill, thinking of the spot, there was also a faint throbbing pain, not knowing if it was related to poison.

"Princess Consort, Kang Fu has sent someone to ask when we'll come over," Bai Zhi rushed in from outside, sweat still on her face.

"In about two hours."

Jiang Yunchu glanced at the sun and guessed the approximate time.

Those few children are still in class; once today's lessons end, she can bring a few of them over.

"I'll go out and reply now; the people from Kang Fu are still waiting at the gatehouse for news."

Having received the answer, Bai Zhi dashed off again using her lightness skill; seeing her, Zi Su shook her head helplessly and said, "When will she ever grow up?"

"What's good about growing up? Besides, everyone's temperament differs—some are steady, some are lively."

"I think it's quite good."

Jiang Yunchu sat under the tree, watching the bustling figure dash away, and curled the corner of her mouth.

"Princess Consort, just indulge her."

If this had been said before, Zi Su would never have said it even if beaten to death; but after a year of getting along, the Princess Consort has, imperceptibly, given them a great influence.

In the Princess Consort's presence, many words will slip out unconsciously.

"My people, naturally I indulge them."

Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow, put down her brush, looked at the newly practiced floral hairpin script, and nodded satisfactorily.

The soft, feeble brushstrokes carry a woman's unique gentleness and a hint of poetic feeling.

"How is it, any progress?" she asked, looking toward Zi Su on the side.

Zi Su took a look, then nodded, "Not bad, it's starting to resemble something."

The Princess Consort's cursive script is superb, grand and imposing; seeing the characters is like seeing the person, bearing an air of unwillingness to yield.

However, the floral hairpin script—though the Princess Consort has practiced it for over a year, the characters are still somewhat irregular, but now they at least resemble something.

I don't know why the Princess Consort wants to change scripts, especially to two extremes.

Jiang Yunchu nodded after hearing Zi Su's words.

"Have the small kitchen make some peach blossom pastries, plus the fruit drink I prepared, and bring two jars."

"Tell the small kitchen I'll come over shortly to stew soup; have them prepare things for me."

My maternal grandmother's health is poor; she often stews soups to send to Kang Fu, but her time is tight, she often can't keep company with the elders, and what she can do is limited!

"Yes, I'll arrange that right away."

Two hours later……

Ning Hanmo watched as the teacher was about to take them out of the manor, and immediately asked, "Sir, are we leaving the manor?"

"Is there a new trial?"

Having just finished the first question, he thought of a possibility and immediately asked the second.

After his words fell, the children behind him suddenly had their eyes light up.

Their gaze left Kang Mengxian feeling helpless for a moment; the great pervert taught a bunch of little perverts—though they came back yesterday covered in wounds, their bodies still not healed, yet hearing of a new trial today, they're inexplicably excited?

I don't know if Yun chu gave them some bewitching potion, but these kids seem unafraid of pain, hardship, or suffering.

"Yun Hui has seen the maternal grandfather."

Just then, Jiang Yun Hui walked over with Ning Yue Xue and Kang Zhidong.

Now Jiang Yun Hui looks after the small class, only two children; aside from daily care of their food and living, she's responsible for giving them basic enlightenment.

"Greetings, Teacher Yun Hui."

The children here, upon seeing Jiang Yun Hui, also hurried to pay their respects.

At Chun Hua Xue Yuan, we don't look at family status or who stands behind; there are only students and teachers.

No one wears tinted glasses, and no one classifies them into grades.

Because their dean is Jiang Yunchu.

Oh, you arrived pretty early.

Jiang Yunchu walked over from the Rhyme Courtyard, with Zi Su and Bai Zhi following beside her. She wore an orange‑red scholar's outfit, had a white magnolia pendant on her ears, and a matching white jade hairpin in her hair. She had specially applied lip rouge today, making her complexion look noticeably more rosy.

Greetings, Dean.

Greetings, Dean.

Whether it was the older class or the younger class, all the children bowed in respect at this moment, everyone's expression showing great reverence.

Please rise.

Today we're visiting Kang Fu as guests; put your books back where they belong, as if I normally oppress you like that.

Jiang Yunchu looked at them helplessly, then issued an order.

Including Ning Hanmo, many people were holding their books, each with a serious expression; even she was somewhat lost for words.

Today I specially brought fruit drinks and pastries; if you're so eager to study, why not stay at the academy and read?

She looked at the children, their unwilling expression, and directly employed her trump card.

Fruit drinks—whether older or younger children, those boys all loved them immensely.

Occasionally she would, as a reward, give the children an extra meal.