Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

"That was awesome!!!"

"This lowly commoner kneels to thank Your Highness for the kick. Your Highness, please be careful; don't kick this lowly commoner so much that you hurt Your Highness's foot!!"

Qianqian was kicked several meters away, then crawled to Qing Tingyu's side, bent down, and used her white robe, which she had dried the night before, to wipe the little tyrant's shoes.

Looking at the sycophantic Qianqianluo beneath him, who was utterly repulsive, and hearing such absurd words, Qing Tingyu was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Your Highness, it's time to go to the Imperial Academy!" It wasn't until Mei Zifeng stepped forward and reminded him that Qing Tingyu came back to his senses.

"Hmm!!!" Qing Tingyu calmly pulled Qianqian away from her wiping feet and tossed her a stack of Xuan paper.

"Your Highness, what is this?!"

Qianqian was suddenly covered in a stack of Xuan paper. She picked it up blankly and stared into thought at the dense text and images resembling a 21st-century timetable.

"Hmph!!! What's the point of having eyes? You're just a bunch of useless idiots!" The little tyrant glared at him and stormed off.

Qianqian was left standing there, completely bewildered!

Once the little tyrant had completely left, Ah Huang stood up and walked to Qianqianluo's side, rubbing her face with his fluffy lion head as if to comfort her.

"I'm fine, Ah Huang, don't blame yourself!" She patted Ah Huang's head and buried her head in the smooth lion's mane.

"Young Master Luo, the Crown Prince means that you must attend morning classes in the main hall at 5:00 AM every day!" Mei Zifeng stepped forward to explain.

"Mao Shi (5-7 AM)???!!"

"Oh right?! What, does Young Master Luo have a problem with this?" Mei Ziye crossed her arms and pouted.

Looking at the "blind" guard who had arrived at some unknown time, Qianqianluo quickly shook her head to indicate that she had no objection.

"Hmph!! Take Ah Huang back to his cage. The Crown Prince has ordered that you and Ah Huang be confined for a day!!"

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness!!" Mounting Ah Huang, Qianqianluo, carrying a stack of Xuan paper, leisurely returned to the Dog Palace with Ah Huang.

The dog trainer, Koji, had been waiting outside the dog palace for a long time and was on the verge of collapse when he finally saw Young Master Luo return riding Ah Huang.

Guang Er was so overjoyed he almost cried, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet the man and the beast: "Young Master Luo, you're finally back!!"

When Ah Huang saw someone approaching, he opened his blood-red mouth and roared wildly.

"Ah Huang, don't be rude!!!" Qianqian patted the lion's head, restraining its attack.

"I, Guang, am deeply grateful to Young Master Luo for saving my life!!"

"It's alright, Uncle Guang. The Crown Prince has ordered Ah Huang and me to be confined to our quarters today, so we're leaving now!" Qianqianluo led Ah Huang into the Dog Palace and then into the familiar golden cage.

Inside the gilded cage, she leaned against Ah Huang, staring at the stacks of Xuan paper covered in ancient texts for a while, and instantly felt utterly exhausted.

It's hard to be a person!

"It's hard to be an ordinary person!!!"

"Being a crown prince is even harder!!!!" she exclaimed after scanning several sheets of Xuan paper.

Every day without fail, Qing Tingyu arrives at Tingyu Palace at five o'clock sharp to have breakfast and then review her lessons.

After lunch between 2 and 4 p.m., I went to the Imperial College to listen to lectures.

We practice martial arts from 6 to 7 pm.

After dinner between 7:30 and 10:00 PM, one would prepare to review and critique various memorials prepared by the Grand Tutor.

Between 10:30 and 11:00 PM, he would personally go to the emperor's bedroom to deliver memorials and receive guidance and criticism from the emperor.

Afterwards, Qing Tingyu would write down the emperor's guidance and criticisms in a booklet for the emperor to review later.

In conclusion, Qing Tingyu, who is in her teens, sleeps less than three hours a day.

As for Qianqianluo, who served as a tutor to the Crown Prince, her fate was perhaps even more tragic.

"Once you enter the palace gates, it's like entering a deep sea; from then on, sleep becomes a distant memory!" This was the sentiment expressed by the tutor of the Crown Prince.

Just as he was worrying, a group of maids filed in, carrying newly tailored clothes.

"Young Master Luo, from now on, every morning before dawn, we servants will help you change clothes, wash up, and eat!!" The maids lowered their heads, placed the new clothes and food box in front of the cage, and then turned and left.

Under the harsh hierarchical system of the Qingting Dynasty, everyone lived a numb and indifferent life day after day.

No one questioned the legitimacy of the hierarchical system of rites, and a sense of rebellion arose!

This cry of "Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?" will not provoke a resounding counterattack or uprising by powerful local lords!

Equality for all is just a fantasy existing in another world!

For example, after conveying the orders with their heads down, the group of maids turned around and left in silence. Qianqianluo didn't even get a clear look at their faces. All she remembered was that they would wash and change her clothes before dawn.

The wide, ancient-style robes concealed their bodies, and the strict hierarchical etiquette system bent their backs.

Qianqian lay sprawled on Ah Huang, feeling that she would likely get lost in this historical inertia.

The novelty she brought to this world will gradually become dull and lifeless with the inertia of history, slowly losing the so-called characteristics of a time traveler that moved the Qingting Ancient Dynasty.

Her only male companion was the eldest son of the Qian clan.

Because the original owner could ascend to immortality after death, realizing the ultimate dream of mortals, this was also the reason why the Qingting Dynasty resorted to any means to keep the original owner under its control.

Therefore, no matter how stunningly beautiful the original owner was, in Qing Tingyu's eyes, it was not as valuable as the beastman body that the original owner transformed into after death, becoming a snake, a dragon, and then a dragon.

When desire outweighs everything else, there will always be someone who will recklessly choose the ultimate expression of desire.

Qing Tingyu threw a stack of Xuan paper at himself, while Qian Qianluo knew that the royal plans on the Xuan paper would trap her for half her life.

She will accompany the young Qing Tingyu through his transformation under the daily royal tutoring, and in the end, she will help the male protagonist become strong and marry the white moonlight from the original book.

And what about her?

No one will consider her feelings, and no one dares to consider her feelings.

Qianqianluo suddenly longed for life at the foot of Wuming Mountain in the Southern Frontier, where she could be free and unrestrained.

He would get drunk and then sleep, and when he woke up, he would drink the newly brewed peach-flavored rice wine from early spring.

Chasing butterflies and playing among flowers, watching the moon rise and set, harvesting in autumn and storing in winter.

At least I won't be spending half my life in a gilded cage like I am now.

But the foot of Mount Wuming in southern Xinjiang had already been stained with blood and burned to ashes.

She could not escape this gilded cage, nor could she climb over the high walls of this deep palace.

The inertia of history will gradually make her accustomed to this life, and then she will lose her resistance, submit to the emperor's majesty, and even prolong the time she can kowtow and express her gratitude.

Qing Tingyu was like an ancient crash course trainer hidden in the shadows, precisely and forcefully pinching Qianqianluo's vital point.

Under his influence, she gradually forgot the so-called barbaric way of life of the lowly people in this so-called barbaric land.

This kind of training is enough to bring immense satisfaction to those who are well-versed in the rules.

There are countless lowly people who copy and paste, but only one lowly person can become an immortal after death.

Whoever tames this lowly commoner who can become an immortal will be a prominent figure in the grand tapestry of these rituals and regulations!