Lin Jiwen also knew that he had misspoke this time. With a face that blushed red, he flicked his sleeves and angrily strutted away.
Lin Feilu looked at his back with indifference, noticing Xi Xingjiang’s gaze from her peripheral view. She turned her head and smiled at him, before she made a funny face behind Lin Jiwen’s back.
As a fighter Green Tea Princess, her tongue was of a top-notch level and her ability in winning verbal conflicts was to the max. Her words could tear asunder apart women who put on facades and her martial arts skills could beat up scumbags. Her duality of being both adorable and able to hold her own in arguments were not traits of self-praise.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtXi Xingjiang also smiled sharply, cheering her on with a ‘good luck’ gesture.
The small conflict that occurred did not seem to have attracted the attention of others. Lin Feilu adjusted her skirt and sat back on the futon. Seeing Song Jinglan’s notes in his book, paired with his calm and graceful demeanour, it was as if he did not mind the words that were directed at him moments ago.
Probably because he had already heard of it many times.
She sighed mentally and leaned against him a little, holding his small chin to comfort him: “Your Highness, please don’t take those words to heart.”
The tip of his pen paused and he turned his head to look at her. He gazed at her almost pitifully with his eyes slightly pale, as if he wasn’t able to comprehend something and asked in a low voice, “Why was the princess willing to speak up for me?”
Lin Feilu blinked and explained sternly: “The mentor just explained it in class just now. If one wants to stand up, they should help another stand first; and if one wants to be successful, they should help others succeed first. It was second brother’s fault anyway.”
Song Jinglan looked at her innocent eyes, then he looked down at the book and said: “This sentence is on the seventh page of the book.” Lin Feilu was taken aback and saw him chuckle: “The mentor had only gotten to the second page just now.”
Lin Feilu: “…” She held her chin with her small fist, sighed faintly and said, “Sigh, I guess I can only blame myself for being too smart.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSong Jinglan couldn’t help but to chuckle.
The Imperial School classes ended in the morning. Mornings were for the literature class and afternoons were for the martial arts classes. Forbidden Troops of the Imperial Palace usually train in the paddock and higher ranked nobles would also send their sons to join the troops for training opportunities. Besides practicing archery on horseback riding on normal days, the princes would join the army for martial arts training in the paddock.
But the princesses were not allowed to participate in the martial arts class. After all, there were very few girls in this era who became soldiers and Noble Consort Xi was regarded as the odd one out. Even though Lin Feilu was now practicing martial arts under her supervision, Emperor Lin did not permit his adorably cute Little Fifth Princess to run to the training ground, where it was a ground full of iron and blood, and easy for one to get injured; to suffer.
After lunch, Lin Feilu consciously went to the Jinyun Palace of Noble Consort Xi to report.
After a month of practice, she could finally stand on the plum blossom pile for half an hour without falling down, but Noble Consort Xi still thought that her standing posture was incorrect. Her legs were not straight enough and her waist was not strong enough either.
Most of the time, she would be drinking tea in her house and let the maids supervise, but she would occasionally come and observe in person, holding a whip in her hand. She would crack the whip to the ground casually with a crisp sound, which also left a cloud of dust fuming into the sky.
Lin Feilu: ……
For a while, she thought that she was more like a military instructor in college, or the wicked lady of the chess club in “Huan Zhu Ge Ge (My Fair Princess)”.