Huan Mo Che came to the prince's side, ready to see what kind of handwriting this mysterious prince was practicing, but when he saw it, even Huan Mo Che was shocked for a long time. His own handwriting on the paper was dignified and majestic, with extraordinary charm, or thin and vigorous, simple and steady, and bold and unrestrained. Even he could not compare with such words, even though his handwriting had become an authentic work that everyone was vying for.
"Good handwriting!" Huan Moche praised. He looked at the handwriting with even more appreciation. "It seems that the prince has much more knowledge than I do. I am really ashamed to be your tutor. I wonder if the prince can treat me as a friend in the future?"
Huan Moche wanted to be friends with the prince, not only because he admired his talent and wanted to explore his mystery, but more importantly, he himself couldn't explain why he liked the prince. Like? Huan Moche shook his head secretly, afraid that it was rare for someone to be able to look at him in the eye.
"Mr. Huan is the number one young master. I am not well-educated, so how can I have anything in common with him?" Shang Wuxin refused. No matter whether Huan Moche was sincere or not, she would not associate with such a person. Those eyes were a sadness that she could not avoid, reminding her of her former innocence. Even though she was not alone now, they could still bring out the dark devil in her heart.
Hearing the prince's rejection, Huan Moche's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even know what he felt. Was he disappointed? No, they didn't have any relationship, so how could they become friends so easily? Was he angry? No, although he was proud, he was not arrogant. Perhaps he felt like he had eaten something sour in his heart, which made him frown.
"I was rude, please don't blame me, Your Highness!" Huan Moche smiled in a nonchalant manner, but that well-pretended smile inevitably had a hint of unnaturalness.
Shang Wuxin didn't care about Huan Moche's strangeness. Even though there was such a handsome man in the study, she remained unmoved and continued to do her own thing. Huan Moche also turned a blind eye to the prince's dislike for her and sat in the study watching the prince deal with things. Although she did nothing, Huan Moche felt extremely calm in her heart.
The day passed quickly, and Huan Moche didn't want to leave, even though he didn't seem to have spoken a few words to the prince today. But he just liked this feeling. He felt that the best thing he had done was to be the prince's tutor.
Watching Huan Moche leave the Prince's Mansion, Shang Wuxin's eyes flashed with gloom.
"Prince!" Steward Hai came to the study and looked at the prince standing there motionless and said, "Tomorrow is the emperor's birthday. As the head of the East Palace, you should go. What do you think?" Steward Hai asked. If it were in the past, he would have arranged many things in advance, but now the prince's mind is unpredictable. How dare he guess the prince's mind at will
? Looking at Steward Hai's hesitant look, Shang Wuxin smiled and helped Steward Hai up. "I know how much Steward Hai has done for me. In my heart, Steward Hai is like my father. Since I let Steward Hai handle many things, I trust him!"
Steward Hai's eyes were moist. Although he was a eunuch and the steward of the Prince's Mansion, in fact, no one looked up to him. But after listening to the Prince's words, Steward Hai felt that his Prince was the most kind-hearted person in the world.
"How can a eunuch like me receive such great affection from the prince? It is my blessing to serve the prince!" Chief Steward Hai said with his head lowered, fearing that he would shed tears in front of the prince and pollute his eyes.
"Alright!" Shang Wuxin said with a smile, "You are the steward of the Prince's Mansion, don't underestimate yourself!"
"Yes!" Steward Hai stood beside the prince and asked, "Will the prince attend the birthday banquet tomorrow?" The emperor's birthday was celebrated with great fanfare every year but the prince had never attended. More importantly, the emperor had never asked about it. Over time, everyone knew that the emperor didn't care about the prince.
"Go, why not? I am the prince. How can I give those rats a chance if I don't go to such an important banquet?" Shang Wuxin looked at the jade pendant in her hand and smiled evilly. The jade pendant in her hand was her mother, Queen Qiu's personal jade pendant. Shang Wuxin had been wearing it since Queen Qiu passed away. The beautiful color of this jade pendant and its warm touch made Shang Wuxin like it very much, so she always held it in her hand to play with it.
"What about the birthday gift?" asked Chief Steward Hai. Although the Prince's Mansion had already been made a lot of changes by the Prince, and the Prince had let Wuwei do no know what to do outside, and now the accounts of the Prince's Mansion were managed by Wuwei, Chief Steward Hai knew that the Prince's Mansion was very wealthy now.
"Birthday gift?" Shang Wuxin whispered to Butler Hai, and Butler Hai's eyes were full of surprise and a hint of worry, but he still went out and did as the prince wished.
(End of this chapter)