Tingzheng's courtyard had been tidied up, and he moved there that very night. Tingzheng had his dinner in the Lanxi Courtyard and also practiced writing with Yueyao for half an hour. Tingzheng was only six years old this year, so there were not many rules for him to follow. Yueyao noted it was getting late, "Go back to sleep!"
Before long, Xi Juan came running, "Young lady, it's bad, the Third Young Master is going to beat the Fourth Young Master. You should hurry and check."
Yueyao's expression darkened significantly, what was this troublemaker stirring up with Tingzheng now? Yueyao hastily put down her pen and rushed out, seeing wounds on Tingzheng's face and arms. Her expression grew even more somber, "Quickly go get some medicine."
