May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

The next day, everyone in the Marquis's residence got up very early.

The old lady and Pei Zeyu came over in person, not even bothering to hide themselves, and both lingered around Pei Zhicheng. Seeing this, Wen Yuanshu went directly to Pei Xi's room.

Although the door was not closed, the courtyard was very lively, and no one could hear what was being said inside. Chunhua lowered her voice and said, "Madam, aren't the old lady and the Marquis paying too much attention to that child?"

Such concern, anyone who didn't know better would think it was their heir!

Wen Yuanshu glanced at Chunhua, who seemed to sense something, and said, "You're overthinking it."

This is just a trivial matter.

Chunhua isn't the type to keep secrets; if she finds out, she might leak the news to the General's Mansion at any time.

She really didn't want her family to get entangled with these unlucky people.

Chunhua nodded blankly, then turned to check the book box.

Wen Yuanshu patted Pei Xi's head: "I found you a page."

Chunhua gestured towards the outside, and a young man dressed in blue walked in.

The boy had delicate features and was about the same age as Pei Xi, around seven or eight years old.

“From now on, he will take care of you personally,” Wen Yuanshu said. “If you find it inconvenient to use, just tell me.”

The young man stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Pei Xi, and said respectfully, "Greetings to the young master."

Pei Xi had never been treated like this before, and instinctively wanted to avoid it, but Wen Yuanshu held him back and forced him to accept the bow.

Seeing that the young man remained motionless for a long time, Pei Xi subconsciously looked at Wen Yuanshu: "Mother, why is he..."

“You are his master,” Wen Yuanshu said, straightening his clothes. “If you don’t tell him to get up, he can’t get up.”

Upon hearing this, Pei Xi quickly said, "Get up!"

The boy then straightened up, but still kept his head down, standing obediently and sensibly to the side.

Just then, Chunhua came over, and the boy took the book box from her hands and stood there quietly.

By this time, the outside had been mostly tidied up, and Wen Yuanshu led Pei Xi out together.

Pei Xi carried only a book box with him, while Pei Zhicheng had a much larger entourage, with several servants surrounding him, each carrying a box the size of a book box, the contents of which were unknown.

Seeing Pei Xi's shabby appearance, Pei Zhicheng felt superior and arrogantly raised his chin: "I'm really sorry, but I have too much stuff, and there's probably no room for you in the car. You'll have to figure something out!"

The old lady and Pei Zeyu heard his words but thought it was just childish nonsense and didn't take it to heart, urging him to leave.

Chunhua immediately panicked: "Madam, this..."

In order to send the two children to school, the Marquis's family specially bought them a carriage.

After all, they were just children, and the carriage wasn't very big. Who would have thought that Pei Zhicheng would make such a big fuss? Pei Xi simply couldn't fit in there.

Wen Yuanshu raised her chin: "What's the rush? I'm not going out today. Xi'er will ride in my carriage."

Chunhua's eyes lit up, and she ran down to make the arrangements.

Pei Xi pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but Wen Yuanshu stopped her: "You are my child, there is no reason for you to be wronged."

With just one sentence, Pei Xi was shut down.

Pei Xi lowered her head, almost unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

He is a child with a mother.

-

After sending the two children out of the manor, life in the Marquis's mansion continued as usual.

However, since it was the two children's first day of school, Wen Yuanshu still had some worries.

Sure enough, just after noon, bad news came from the clan school: "Madam, our young master has gotten into trouble, and the clan school requests your presence!"

Wen Yuanshu rubbed her forehead.

I knew I couldn't avoid it.

In his previous life, Pei Zhicheng caused quite a bit of trouble when he went to the clan school.

She sighed: "Where is the Marquis?"

Whoever's son it is, they should take care of him.

"I don't know. The two young masters just left this morning, and the Marquis also went out. They haven't returned yet."

Wen Yuanshu gritted her teeth.

He certainly knows how to pick his timing.

Unfortunately, Pei Zhicheng was registered under her name, so Xie Qianjiao couldn't be allowed to go there.

Wen Yuanshu could only sigh and say, "Prepare the car."

When Wen Yuanshu went to the Wen family academy from the Marquis's residence again, her heart was as calm as still water, without any of the unease she had in her previous life.

Anyway, it was Pei Zhicheng who caused the trouble; at worst, he'd be kicked out of the clan school.

She doesn't care.

When they arrived at the clan school, the teacher, mindful that Wen Yuanshu was the only daughter of the General of the Cavalry's mansion, spoke very politely, but his occasional gritted teeth were quite genuine.

“Young lady, this child is truly unruly. You know Mr. Mo, he's just a bit stern and doesn't smile much, but that child actually pointed at Mr. Mo and called him an old codger just because he had no expression on his face. Sigh—”

The man sighed deeply.

Chunhua's eyelids twitched immediately.

Mr. Mo was one of those renowned Confucian scholars.

During holidays, he would always go to the General's Mansion for meals and drinks. Chunhua had met him before; he was indeed a stern old man, but a good person. He always gave Wen Yuanshu the largest red envelopes.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yuanshu sighed and asked, "Is Mr. Mo alright?"

The gentleman sighed, "The old man wouldn't hold a grudge against a child, but this child doesn't even have basic manners, so he can't be taught."

As the man spoke, he carefully observed Wen Yuanshu's expression, fearing that she might plead for Pei Zhicheng.

However, Wen Yuanshu only sighed and said, "To be honest, this child was only sent to me a month ago. My mother-in-law liked him, so he was registered under my name. I don't know who raised him before, that he developed such a temperament..."

"Please go back and tell Mr. Mo that I will take the child back and have my mother-in-law teach him well."

The man quickly nodded: "Yes, yes! Thank you for your help!"

“We’re the ones who have caused you trouble,” Wen Yuanshu said. “What about Xi’er? How is he?”

Mentioning Pei Xi, the gloom on the gentleman's face vanished instantly: "Old Master Mo is very satisfied with that young master! Oh dear, he's been praising him all day!"

Hearing this, Wen Yuanshu was relieved: "Please take good care of Xi'er, Mr. Mo."

"Of course, of course!"

Judging from Mr. Mo's demeanor, he seemed intent on taking on another disciple! How could he not take it seriously?

After finishing their business, Wen Yuanshu didn't want to stay any longer, and Pei Zhicheng left.

On the way back, Pei Zhicheng was extremely casual, crossing his legs and stepping on the soft cushions, leaving a dirty shoe print on the luxurious satin.

Wen Yuanshu closed her eyes to rest, trying to avoid seeing or worrying about what was happening.

Seeing Wen Yuanshu's behavior, Pei Zhicheng became even more aggressive, stomping on the cushion several times and even secretly leaving half a footprint on Wen Yuanshu's skirt.

Finally, the carriage stopped. Pei Zhicheng looked at Wen Yuanshu, scoffed at her, got off the carriage, and ran into the mansion.

Chunhua was standing by the carriage when she reached out and grabbed him.

Pei Zhicheng was shocked that a maid would dare to lay a hand on him. He turned around in shock and met Chunhua's eyes.

Pei Zhicheng was just a child after all, and Chunhua was not weak at all; she had him completely under her control.

Wen Yuanshu then came down and strode into the mansion: "Open the ancestral hall and request the family punishment!"

You little rascal.

If I don't give him a good beating today, he'll really think he has no temper!