Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"Princess, today His Majesty has agreed to open a girls' school." Bei Luo walked over quickly. She knew how important Chang Qing was to this matter.

As early as a few days ago, the news was widely spread in the capital. Lord Nan mentioned the issue of opening a girls' school at the first morning court of this year. Naturally, it caused some controversy. However, compared with allowing women to participate in the imperial examinations, the opposition from the ministers was not so intense.

His Majesty suppressed it for two days, and only during the morning court session did he let the chief academic officer Li Si'an and Nan Yusheng be responsible for the establishment of the girls' school.

Beiluo has always been good at assassination and intelligence. As soon as the news came out, she stood up and told Changqing.

Chang Qing was reading a book lazily, leaning on the couch, his black hair casually tied up, twisting a yellowed page of the book with his fingers. After hearing Bei Luo's words, he raised his head, and his moist eyes reflected a spring scene.

"It's spring now, and it looks like the snow has melted." Chang Qing put down the book, peeked out the window, and then asked, "Has the prince returned?"

Bei Luo nodded silently, she thought that her vision of people was pretty good, except for the person in front of her who made her puzzled. She seemed to care about nothing, but also seemed to see everything, and her whole body was filled with coldness and aloofness.

"Let's go see the prince."

Bei Luo pursed his lips and said, "Princess, the master is not in a good mood today."

She wanted to dissuade Chang Qing from meeting Ye Fuheng, and didn't want Chang Qing to get into trouble. Ever since Ye Fuheng came back from the morning court, he looked unhappy, and even after returning home he stayed in the study, not wanting others to disturb him.

"The prince's injury hasn't healed yet, and I'm worried." Chang Qing smiled lightly, thought for two seconds, and asked someone to bring the chicken soup she had cooked in the morning to the study.

Bei Luo saw Chang Qing walking outside, so she followed him. She had now been transferred to Chang Qing's side for close protection, so wherever Chang Qing went, Bei Luo would follow.

Qiuqiu practiced whipping for several hours today and was abused by Nan'an and Beiluo. He was so tired that he didn't even have time to eat. He fell asleep on the bed.

She didn't sleep very peacefully. Even outside the house, Beiluo, who had extremely high internal strength, could hear Qiuqiu's murmurs.

Chang Qing brought Bei Luo to the study room alone. Nan An stood at the door and stopped Chang Qing with his hand. He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Princess, please go back. The master has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb you."

There was little fluctuation in his tone, and his interruption was not forceful at all, just a routine matter.

Chang Qing looked towards the study and said, "I know that the prince has not eaten for a day, and I am a little worried. Don't worry, I will go in and say a few words and come out later."

Nan'an put down his hand and quietly stepped aside.

Perhaps, the princess can make the master happy. In the whole world, she is the only person the master cares about.

Chang Qing nodded slightly at him and pushed open the door of the study. Ye Fuheng was sitting there, reading a folded book. He exuded a terrifying coldness, and the temperature in the room was much lower than outside.

When he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Ye Fuheng's eyes.

Nan'an is becoming more and more irresponsible.

He raised his head and saw a person walking against the light. The whole room was filled with bright light pouring down on her, and the crumbling red sunset behind her was always shining brightly.

"Ah Heng, go out for a walk with me."

Only when Chang Qing arrived in front of Ye Fuheng did he come to his senses, restrain the murderous intent around him, casually put the letter together, and stared silently at the person in front of him.

Finally, he nodded.

"where do you want to go?"

Chang Qing smiled softly, like a setting sun covered with frost. "I heard that the girls' school is recruiting students. I want to go and take a look. Ah Heng, can you accompany me?"

Ye Fuheng frowned slightly. When talking about girls' school in Ye Mansion that day, he promised to let the princess take the lead in going to school, but that didn't mean he wanted Changqing to go.

Ye Fuheng was thinking when he suddenly felt his sleeve being pulled. He looked down and saw Chang Qing looking at him with some unhappiness.

"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking?"

Seeing Chang Qing's little girl attitude and her unguarded approach, he hesitated for two seconds, but finally agreed to let Chang Qing go to the girls' school.

The young emperor had given him the task of supervising the girls' school, and they were all noble ladies in the capital, so it would be good to make her happy.

Ever since Changqing had a fever last time, Ye Fuheng had secretly asked Xu Qingchen about Changqing's physical condition.

Xu Qingchen said that Changqing fell ill because of the cold air entering his body, and his restlessness and depression were causing him to feel ill. If this continued, his life span would be shortened.

If it were in the past, he would never agree to let Chang Qing and Nan Yu Sheng have any contact, but now he also wants to see if she really has him in her heart.

At worst, I can find a reason to kill Nan Yusheng.

Ye Fuheng could feel that Chang Qing's attitude towards him had changed unconsciously, and his eyes were all on him. He didn't want to use extreme measures unless it was absolutely necessary.

"There's nothing to do in the palace. You go to court and I go to school. We can come back together."

As Chang Qing was talking, he saw the woman from the kitchen coming over with a bowl in her hand. A smile spread across the corners of her lips, and she stepped forward to take the chicken soup: "You can leave first, I'll have someone send it to the kitchen later."

After the old woman left, Chang Qing looked at Ye Fuheng, whose face was a little pale, with a smile.

"Ah Heng, you haven't eaten for a day and you're injured, how can your body bear it?"

Ye Fuheng felt his scalp tingling and he retched silently a few times. He almost vomited when he smelled the chicken soup. Ye Fuheng had been good at endurance since he was a child, and this chicken soup was cooked by his sweetheart, so he still found it hard to swallow.

"Jinhua." Ye Fuheng said with a stiff face: "The imperial physician said that my health has improved a lot. I don't need to take supplements every day. Drinking chicken soup every day is really a bit boring. Why don't we change to something else."

If the outside world knew that the cold-faced King of Hell, who is usually fearless, is actually afraid of a bowl of chicken soup, I wonder how he would feel.

Chang Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly. He stood there for a few seconds, then turned around and silently put the chicken soup down.

"Are you tired of it? Are you tired of me too?"

"Heng, should I believe you?"

Chang Qing's tone was so soft that it seemed as if he could not hear it.

Her tipsy lips were slightly pursed, and her cold eyes were tinged with a hint of sadness, which made Ye Fuheng's heart ache. It was as if he saw her again, broken and lonely as she said last time, "Ye Fuheng, I shouldn't have believed you."

Ye Fuheng stood up, walked to Chang Qing's side, put his hand on Chang Qing's thin shoulders, and stared at her with his dark eyes.

"Jinhua, Aiai, how could I get tired of you? Just believe me."

He used to call her 妡妡.

But when he saw Nan Yusheng also calling her 吳吳, he felt disgusted and stopped calling her by that name from then on.

He stretched out his hand and drank the half bowl of chicken soup. He tried every possible means, even threatening the teacher's life, to keep her by his side. How could he not love her?