Slap!
A white jade ruler struck the head of the young girl.
"Ouch!"
Princess Qingyun, hurt, shrunk her head and displayed a pitiful and troubled expression: "Master..."
In today's morning class at the reading room, she had already been hit a full five times.
Her forehead had turned red from the strikes.
However, Wang Chen, holding a roll of Taoist Scripture, showed no mercy and said coldly, "Cultivation is all about cultivating the mind. With your mind restless like this, any cultivation is futile, completely wasting both your time and mine!"
Princess Qingyun, ashamed, lowered her head: "Disciple understands her mistake."
It really wasn't entirely her fault, for today was the very day King Jing ascended the throne in Daye.
It was also the final deadline designated by Shangguan Wuji for the marriage delegation!
Just as Wang Chen was about to hit her another time to make her remember, he suddenly felt a stir in his heart and stepped towards the window.
