Chapter 87: Striving to Save

No matter how they fight or cause trouble, we need to twist them into a single rope; the final rescue mission is the catalyst that unites them.

"Four male students are moving the wooden tubs, and four female students are looking for rope." Zi Su said with a chuckle.

Bai Zhi observed from the shadows, coming to report every so often, never tiring of it.

Zi Su also knew the whole process.

"Master, aren't you afraid of ruining the Young Master of the Kang Clan?" Zi Su asked.

Having been by the Princess Consort's side for a while, she now asks questions directly, and there aren't as many formalities in her presence.

"Every child is different; you need to know who Kang Zhi Xia's mother is!"

Jiang Yun Chu laughed and shook his head; after the gate, how could he be someone who oversees discipline?

I'm afraid that brat still hates himself!

I hope his hatred can last a little longer.

After all, it's been a while since I've dealt with a troublesome kid, and my hands are feeling a bit itchy.

Over there…

Half an hour passed, and the wooden tubs weren't enough; they ran throughout the academy, moving anything usable.

"Is this enough?" Kang Wu looked at the scattered tubs and things; it still wasn't enough, so he used wood to fill the gaps, making sure no sharp edges stuck out.

Several people were sweating profusely; Ning Hanmo wiped sweat from his forehead, not caring whether his hands were clean, since the sweat kept dripping into his eyes.

"You know… why did we cut so many chopsticks back then?" Ning Hanmo asked without thinking.

Kang Wu patted his shoulder and said helplessly, "Believe me, if the Dean wants to do this, these chopsticks won't be enough—she'll have us chop them on the spot!"

The reason isn't that they chopped too many; it's precisely because they had that many!

Ning Hanmo nodded; if anyone had dealt most with their mother, it would be him.

"Let's see if these ropes are enough." The four girls were now drenched in sweat.

The four boys were tired from moving things; the four girls were tired from running around the manor.

That's because there are few masters in the Wang Fu; otherwise, they wouldn't know how many people they'd have disturbed.

Ning Hanmo and Ning Qiancheng formed one group, while Kang Wen and Kang Wu formed another; the two groups constantly tested whether the ropes were solid, tying knots on the strong ones and then proceeding with trials.

Several people's hands were rubbed raw; Ning Qiancheng's hand bled a lot, and though he was already frail, during the test he exerted all his strength, fearing he'd hold them back, fearing the person in the tree would fall—such a height isn't a joke.

"I'll climb the tree." Ning Hanmo said.

Kang Wu fell silent for a moment, then said, "You've been holding a horse stance for half a day—can your legs take it? Let me do it."

Ning Hanmo patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry."

He first tied the rope around his waist, then climbed the trunk bit by bit; his sweat had already soaked his robe, and his hands and face showed signs of friction.

Kang Zhi Xia just watched him; the most relaxed person was him.

Now he had forgotten the itch on his body, forgotten the bugs that had crawled somewhere, hanging there alone, watching those people striving to save him.

He couldn't say what his inner feelings were.

It just felt awkward, yet somewhat burning, with some shame—various emotions tangled together.

"Let's take the blankets and lay them underneath." Kang Nai Xin looked at the wooden tubs below and then suggested.

The few sisters nodded; since they couldn't help much here, they'd do what they could.

They went to the dormitory, took everyone's blankets out, regardless of dirt, and spread them over the tubs.

Now the person in danger isn't just Kang Zhi Xia.

In fact, the one in greater danger is Ning Hanmo.

Kang Zhi Xia still had a rope tied to him, but Ning Hanmo's rope was movable—it would soon be used to tie Kang Zhi Xia's waist—yet Ning Hanmo himself had nothing on him.

"Brother, slow down." Yue Yue, a little nervous, chubby little hands tightly covering her mouth, her big eyes fixed on her brother climbing the tree.

Ning Hanmo couldn't spare a word; his eyes had grown used to the sweat, his arms and legs were aching, the sweat and blood on his hands mixed together, and the intense friction pain spread throughout his body.

He didn't dare make a sound, nor answer the people below, fearing that if his breath escaped, he wouldn't be able to climb up to save anyone—indeed, he couldn't even maintain his posture.

He now dare not make any sound, nor dare to echo the people below; he fears that the qi will leak out, and if it leaks, not to mention climbing up to rescue people, even he himself cannot maintain his posture.

"Ah!"

"Be careful."

"Brother!"

Several cries rang out; it turned out that when Ning Hanmo had just climbed halfway, his arms suddenly lost strength, and his whole body slipped for an instant—just that instant, and he broke out in a cold sweat all over.

The people below also gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat.

If there hadn't been a small branch midway for him to rest on, he would have fallen.

"Ning Hanmo, today's mistake is mine; I know I was wrong."

"Don't try to save me; this is too hard."

"I don't believe Jiang Yun Chu would dare let me die up there—hurry down, it's too dangerous."

Kang Zhi Xia was so frightened he was almost crying; although his mother's discipline was strict, in the warm nest of the Kang Clan, how could strictness matter?

Having no danger is the biggest problem.

Ning Hanmo, so young, furrowed his brows; Kang Zhi Xia is already that old—how can he be more naggy than Kang Wen?

Ning Hanmo, though still young, furrowed his brows; Kang Zhi Xia is already so old, how can he be even more noisy than Kang Wen?

The young boy, without anger, exudes authority.

He carefully wiped his face with his hand, and only then did everyone see that his face, besides being dark, also bore a hint of bright color.

He carefully wiped his face with his hand, and only then did everyone see that, besides the dark color on his face, there were also a few touches of bright color.

His hand is broken.

My hand broke.

Ning Qiancheng was a bit anxious, his mind constantly racing—how should this deadlock be broken?

Now Ning Hanmo was standing on a tree branch, but for safety's sake, all the trees in the Regent Prince's Manor had been pruned—not only did they look neat, but most importantly, they didn't conceal one's figure.

Trees are excellent at hiding one's figure, but ever since Jiang Yun Chu took over the Wang Fu, he ordered a trimming of all the trees there.

This also made the trunks too smooth, so the next foothold required climbing a considerable distance.

But Ning Hanmo is only six years old; even after a month of training, his physical functions and strength are utterly insufficient to support him climbing up.