The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class

Chapter 166

Zong Jincheng managed to cheer up the Old Lady with just a few words, making her laugh despite her tears and leaving her both heartbroken and helpless.

Turning to the people still waiting behind her, she hastily stood up and said, "Wan'er has been worried for a long time too. Come and talk to Jincheng."@@@@

With that, she left, and Xu Wan remained rooted in place.

Zong Jincheng's pure black eyes gazed over.

Did she worry about me too?

Really?

How could I not tell?

Is she just expressionless?

The little rascal stared at Xu Wan, the more he looked, the more he thought she resembled someone who only lacked expressions and smiles.

Seems like a high-level case of being expressionless.

The others in the room gradually left, leaving only the mother and child in silence. After a long moment, Zong Jincheng started to get impatient.

Is she going to speak or not?

If not, then I...

"Sorry," Xu Wan suddenly said.

Zong Jincheng was stunned as if seeing a ghost: "???"

"What are you doing?" he asked. Why was she apologizing to him out of the blue?

Xu Wan replied, "If I had accompanied you today, you might not have run into Luo Jingfeng."

Zong Jincheng: "..."

It kind of made sense.

"So where were you then?" the youngster asked.

Xu Wan honestly answered, "At the He family. Madam He, He Zheng's mother, invited me over."

Zong Jincheng exclaimed, "I knew it was He Zheng! You really wanted to teach others, right? I knew it; you just like kids who study hard. But my brother and I work hard too... My brother, my brother, you don’t want him anymore?"

The little imp proudly corrected himself, "My brother really likes you. You’re abandoning him to teach He Zheng. How can you face my brother like this?"

Xu Wan, seeing him flare up, sat down and pulled up the blanket he had kicked loose in his agitation while patiently explaining, "He Zheng yesterday dosed his father with a substance that caused him to faint. The Minister He thought he was trying to kill him and almost strangled He Zheng to death."

The little imp widened his eyes and immediately touched his neck.

The pain of almost suffocating was something he had just experienced. He swallowed hard and said, "He Zheng is getting more and more rebellious. If he keeps this up, his father will kill him sooner or later."

Xu Wan’s lips, which had just lifted in a smile, immediately fell.

She was about to give up when she found the bowl already empty.

Alright, the little brat had once again outsmarted her.

Xu Wan held the bowl with one hand and clenched her fist with the other, suppressing her temper and smiling, "Get some rest."

Zong Jincheng chuckled gleefully as he called out behind her, "You have to come tomorrow too; I want you to feed me."

Xu Wan: "!!!"

Did he finally find a chance to get even, huh?

This little troublemaker; wait until you're healed, see how I deal with you.

For the next three days, at the little imp’s request for recuperation, Xu Wan fed him every meal, only to be teased by him afterward, leaving her with no trace of the guilt she once felt.

By the fourth morning, the news reached the mansion: Luo Jingfeng had left for war.

With this major threat gone, the entire household breathed a sigh of relief, and Zong Jincheng was already up and about, eager to head to the Study Hall to discuss the registration for the Child Prodigy Class with his brother.

"Brother, brother, I’m back. When am I going to register for the Child Prodigy Class? I still want to attend a few more days of class!"

Before the little imp even arrived, his loud voice had already reached Zong Wenxiu, who put down his brush and quickly stood up, "Jincheng, why don’t you rest a couple more days? How’s your body? Are you feeling okay anywhere?"

Zong Jincheng vigorously shook his head, "I’m fine, I’m all better. Tell me, when are we going? Do we have a plan?"

"We should probably ask Mother about it. You were originally supposed to register and pay the fees yesterday. I’m not sure if Mother had someone take care of it for you."

"Then we..."

"Young Master, young master, it's bad, the Old Marquis fainted!" Shunzi ran inside, out of breath.

"What?!"

The two children were shocked and quickly ran toward the Old Marquis's courtyard.

When they arrived, Xu Wan and Baili Weihong were outside the door, not even letting them in, and gesturing for them to be quiet.

Zong Jincheng craned his neck to look inside, anxiously asking, "What’s wrong with Grandfather? Why did he suddenly faint? Why are you all blocking the door here? Let me in, I want to see Grandfather!"

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"Three days?!" Zong Wenxiu couldn’t imagine it.

Even someone as carefree as Zong Jincheng couldn’t fathom it.

How could someone not sleep for three days? Wouldn’t they die?

"Why hasn’t Grandfather slept for three days?" Zong Jincheng asked, his suspicions growing, though he didn’t dare to think deeper.