And at that ti, An Cheng even warned him to watch his books carefully. Otherwise, he might set them on fire soday.
He felt that this matter was done by An Cheng, as there was no one else but him.
"It must be him. When grandma returns, I must make her beat that scoundrel who dared to burn my books to death. What a cousin, a despicable thing like him is unworthy of being my cousin!"
He gritted his teeth and cursed, then returned to his room to sleep.
Those rare editions, he could just slowly transcribe again at the academy. Once he got the hang of it, he could definitely transcribe them faster. For now, there should still be ti.
However, he didn’t know that when Old Lady An returned and he told her that An Cheng burned his books, Old Lady An had a peculiar expression.
Normally, upon hearing him say this, Old Lady An would have exploded in anger. She wouldn’t chase An Cheng and the second household with a fire stick but would certainly scold them, making the second household go hungry for a day.
But this ti, Old Lady An didn’t say anything unusual.
Because when going to the village to find An Que, An Cheng was the only one who stayed by Old Lady An’s side the entire ti. Anyone at ho could have gone back to burn An Que’s books, except An Cheng.
Could it be that he had a clone technique or sothing?
However, this was not the issue. The books were burned, and there was nothing to be done about it. But today was destined to be a bad day for An Que, even worse than yesterday.
Because today, Magistrate Shi would send soone to inform him that An Que’s title of scholar was stripped away, and he could never retake the exam in the future.
This incident directly frightened An Que, causing him to collapse to the ground, unable to understand why he had ended up in such a predicant.
The books were gone, the scholar title was gone, even the lands were gone.
...
The news about An Que spread through the village, while on the other side, Daya’s Father accompanied the Old Patriarch to the little treehouse on the mountain to see An Jiuyue.
When they arrived at the little treehouse, An Yixing and Qian Yinuo were down below, playing with Qian Jiyun on the swing. The three children were chattering about whether the swing was big enough and if they could sit on it together.
Daya’s Father followed the Old Patriarch up the stairs, looking back at the two children every few steps.
Although he always knew those two children were his sons, he had never watched them so closely before, only from a distance.
Only his divorced wife would approach them, with various little trinkets to charm them, trying to get the two children to go with her.
"Stop looking. Co up with , Prince An Yang is waiting up there." The Old Patriarch reminded him, seeing that he was walking so slowly.
He had never seen Daya’s Father so close to the two children before; now, he seed reluctant to leave them.
But what does it matter if he is reluctant? It’s not as if he raised the children. It was An Jiuyue who fished them out of the water and raised them. To say, the children owe their lives to An Jiuyue.
"Oh, alright."
Daya’s Father gave the two children one last look before turning around, responding, and following the Old Patriarch into the treehouse.
Before, when he saw the two children from afar, they were always quiet and seldom talked with the village kids. It was the first ti he’d seen them so lively.
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