A group of carriages slowly stopped at the foot of Mount Qingyun. In the luxurious carriage, the eldest Princess stepped down the small ladder and climbed up the mountain surrounded by soldiers.
The mountain wind blew gently, ruffling her dress and hair. The noble and cold eldest Princess faced the wind and squinted her bright eyes.
She saw an old man with white hair in a Pavilion on the mountainside. The old man was sitting in front of a table, and opposite him was a child.
Next to the child was a young girl who had her head lowered and was doing a needlework. She was stunningly beautiful.
"How many times have I told you, you must hold the brush properly," the old man said in a deep voice.
"Yes, sir."
"Then why don't you change it back?" the old man asked.
"Change what?"
"Forget it. I won't write today. You can follow me and recite the Three Character Classic." The old man sighed and cleared his throat.
