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Xu Zize turned to Jing Chunxi again, his tone softening as he suggested in a negotiating tone, "If Xi'er feels that studying the palace rules alone is too boring, why not invite all the sisters in the clan you know to come to the mansion? It would surely be much more interesting for everyone to study together and keep each other company."

This immediately reminded Jing Qiurong, who was present, and she nodded in agreement. She wasn't too worried that her daughter would find it boring. After all, Nanny Zhou had already personally taught her the basic rules and etiquette. Her daughter was very talented and had already learned most of it. She had a good method and had never made any mistakes during her several visits to the palace.

The Queen's sending of two more nurses had a deeper purpose. She simply wanted to use these two years or so to teach her how to interact with others, how to manage affairs, and how to find her footing in that complex environment after entering the palace. Given her daughter's intelligence, this wasn't a difficult task.

She was thinking even more about the girls in the General's Mansion and the Jing Clan. When they were exiled, they followed the old lady and several other ladies, so they were naturally well-educated and well-mannered.

But there were too many children left in Qingshan Villa. Although she would take time out every ten days to go to the provincial school to teach one or two in person, her energy was limited after all, and it was difficult to cover everything. She was afraid that the children would only learn superficially and would not be impressed deeply.

Now, with two experienced palace maids personally teaching them, even if they only come to the mansion to study for an hour or two every day, it will be extremely beneficial for them. If they learn the rules and etiquette well, no matter what family they marry into in the future, their words and actions will be more confident, they will not be timid, and they will be well-mannered and respectful.

Jing Chunxi thought this was a great idea and said, "Then I'll talk to Grandmother about this tomorrow. Anyway, I won't force you. I'll spread the word and anyone who wants to come can come. We'll only provide one lunch, and as for how much you can learn, it depends on your dedication."

That was her plan. Now that the elders of each family had mostly returned, not only had their original properties been reclaimed, but the court had also provided appropriate compensation. The General's Mansion continued to cover the expenses of the clan school, and the sacrificial fields remained as they were. The new clan leader was her second uncle, Jing Yongjian, and naturally, they would be responsible for clan affairs.

She didn't want to take on too much responsibility and act like a Bodhisattva. She just wanted to help her people to the best of her ability and didn't want to do anything forced, lest she waste her time and energy and get nothing in return.

Jing Qiurong sighed, "Ever since I gave birth to these three little ones, I've been so busy that I haven't been back to visit my parents in a long time. I'll go with you tomorrow."

"That's great," Jing Chunxi nodded, then suddenly remembered something. "My daughter almost forgot to ask if Cousin Dalang's three-month vacation is coming up soon. Don't wait until he leaves for home, we still won't know."

"Exactly!" Jing Qiurong slapped her forehead, feeling a little annoyed. "Look at my memory. It really lives up to the saying 'After giving birth, one becomes epileptic for three years.' I also need to prepare some things for your third aunt, and I'll just send Dalang back. I have to hurry back to make a list and have someone prepare it. Don't forget again."

"Mother, just rest assured!" Jing Chunxi smiled and took her mother's arm. "I think Grandmother and my two aunts must have prepared everything long ago. Everyone knows how busy you are these days. It would be more practical if we just add some yellow and white things. I can prepare this for you."

Jing Chunxi had already considered this. The imperial gifts of gold and silver were numerous, so he couldn't favor some over others and only care for the few cousins ​​who often visited him. Qilang, the chubby little boy far away in Lingnan, should also have his share.

As for gifts, she thought that her third uncle knew the secret of her space, so why not exchange some practical things such as milk powder, milk tablets, calcium tablets, etc. from the space and send them over. Maybe they would like them more.

"Xier, remember to ask them to pass the message to Erlangge when you go back. The date of the Spring Examination has been set, it will be on February 22nd. Ask him to prepare well." Xu Zize's voice was steady, with a hint of unquestionable certainty, as if this was a fact that was set in stone.

Hearing this, Xu Dingchun raised his head in surprise, his eyes full of confusion and inquiry, and looked straight at Xu Zize.

He clearly remembered that in the court today, civil and military officials were arguing endlessly on many topics, but the only thing that was not mentioned was the date of the Spring Examination, an important matter that concerned the future of countless scholars.

The news came too suddenly.

Xu Zize seemed to see through his doubts. Before he could open his mouth, he took the initiative to explain, his tone very confident: "After leaving the court, Xiaokang just discussed this with his father alone. Now that the situation in the capital has calmed down, we can't let the students wait too long and delay the normal opening of the major academies. The sooner the exam, the sooner they can return home and reunite with their families."

He paused, then added, "The official document might take a couple of days to be posted and announced, but the matter is settled. It's always best to let Erlang-ge prepare early, as time is of the essence."

In the afternoon, Jing Chunxi found a suitable excuse and went to the Dali Temple with Xu Zize.

She didn't want anyone else in the family to know about her visit to Chu Xuan, as it would only cause more trouble, especially her mother. She didn't want her mother to be tainted by even the slightest bit of dirt associated with Chu Xuan. Not to mention Pu Ge'er, who didn't even have any memory of Chu Xuan.

It is enough for her to take care of everything, and all grudges should be settled by her personally.

This time, she had dressed extravagantly, adorned with pearls and jade, her clothes lavishly decorated, her whole demeanor revealing her now-completely different status. She had also brought along the experienced and most respectful Nanny Zhou, making for a truly impressive occasion.

"Do you want Brother Xiaokang to go in with you?" Xu Zize stood at the entrance of the dungeon, looking at the deep and dark passage in front of him, his heart was in turmoil and full of worry.

He really didn't want Jing Chunxi to face that despicable and shameless villain alone. Even just imagining the scene of her conversation with Chu Xuan made him feel uneasy. In the end, he couldn't help but ask.

Jing Chunxi shook his head without hesitation, his eyes firm and his tone decisive: "No need!"

At this moment, the painful memories of the previous life once again flooded into his mind like a tide. Chu Xuan's hypocrisy and betrayal, as well as the catastrophic disaster that their family and the General's Mansion ultimately suffered, were all clear as if they happened just yesterday.

Although my heart still aches when I think about it now, it has calmed down a lot compared to the heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching pain when I was just reborn.

This hatred and grief that runs deep in her bones is only carried by her. Outsiders simply cannot understand why she has such a deep hatred for her biological father.

Bringing Aunt Zhou along is more for the purpose of showing off and demonstrating authority. No one can empathize with the real pain.

Even if she had already told her mother about her past life experiences in the form of dreams, she might not have felt the pain as deeply as she did. After all, she had not personally experienced the purgatory-like despair.

She led Madam Zhou step by step into the depths of the Dali Temple dungeon. A cold, damp air, mingled with the odor of mold and blood, hit them. The dim oil lamps on the walls flickered, casting ghostly shadows.

They walked through a long corridor and finally stopped in front of a narrow and dirty cell.