Let Her Go If She Wants To

"Education Committee, there is no need for such formality. I heard you had something to discuss with me. Speak plainly."

Xue Qinghe's gentle voice rang out. He lifted his eyes and gave Meng Shenji a teasing glance before continuing to handle the pile of official documents.

Looking at Xue Qinghe, Meng Shenji could not help but reflect on Your Highness's current standing.

If nothing unexpected happened, Xue Qinghe would soon be named Crown Prince and take full charge of the matters Xue Ye could no longer manage.

In recent years, Xue Ye had lost two sons in succession. Of those remaining, there were only Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and the fourth prince, Xue Beng.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe had a mild temperament and treated everyone kindly. There was not a single person in the palace who did not praise him.

In contrast, the fourth prince, Xue Beng, was arrogant and idle, forever frequenting pleasure houses—a thoroughly worthless spoiled rich kid.

Between the two, anyone would choose Xue Qinghe as Crown Prince.

Xue Ye was no exception.

The imperial family had it hard.

Meng Shenji sighed softly.

Then he composed himself and said, "Your Highness, this concerns Ning Weiyang."

"Ning Weiyang?"

The memorial in Xue Qinghe's hand paused as he thought for a moment.

Then realization dawned on him.

"Oh, her. What happened to her?"

Xue Qinghe's impression of Ning Weiyang was merely that of a pitiful little kitten.

At the sound of her name, a cat flashed through his mind as well.

Raising his eyes slightly, Xue Qinghe looked at Meng Shenji without revealing anything.

Meng Shenji spoke frankly. "Heaven Dou Royal Academy will be holding an exchange study program with Spirit Hall Academy. Each grade needs to send two people to Spirit Hall Academy. Ning Weiyang came to me yesterday and said she wanted to go. Since she was personally admitted by Your Highness, I came to ask for your opinion."

After he finished speaking, Meng Shenji observed Xue Qinghe's expression.

After hearing Meng Shenji's words, Xue Qinghe did indeed give it some thought.

She wanted to go to Spirit Hall Academy?

Was there something wrong with Heaven Dou Royal Academy?

Considering Ning Weiyang's background, Xue Qinghe did not grow overly suspicious.

Some days ago, he had already ordered She Long and Pufferfish, who served at his side, to investigate Ning Weiyang's identity and past.

Just as Ning Weiyang had said, she had been driven out of her home and had nowhere to go. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had not sent anyone to protect or follow her either. It truly seemed they intended to leave her to fend for herself.

Still, there were some strange points. For instance, Ning Weiyang's mother's identity could never be uncovered. As for her father, there was nothing noteworthy about him.

Xue Qinghe propped his head up with one hand, his gaze resting on the memorial while his other hand lightly tapped the desk. He remained silent for a long while.

Although Xue Qinghe was renowned for his benevolence, Meng Shenji could somehow still sense a trace of imperial pressure from him.

He had always felt that Xue Qinghe was not quite as he appeared on the surface.

"If she wants to go, then let her go."

After a long while, Xue Qinghe finally said this.

Meng Shenji's tense heart finally eased. "Yes, Your Highness."

"Someone."

Xue Qinghe suddenly called out toward the outside.

"Your Highness."

The attendant waiting outside hurried in.

Xue Qinghe ordered, "Bring me a thousand-year-old ginseng and a Storage Spirit Tool."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Having received his orders, the attendant slowly withdrew.

Standing where he was, Meng Shenji naturally understood that Xue Qinghe intended to give them to him for Ning Weiyang.

A thousand-year-old ginseng could nourish the body. It was indeed suitable for Ning Weiyang.

"That girl has a soft nature. She is easily bullied..."

Xue Qinghe spoke as if to himself.

Meng Shenji's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed. "Please rest assured, Your Highness. I will properly handle Little Weiyang's affairs and will not let her suffer any grievance."

"Mm, that is good."

Xue Qinghe smiled faintly and waved his hand.

Meng Shenji understood and withdrew as well.

After waiting outside for a while, he received the prepared thousand-year-old ginseng and Storage Spirit Tool from the attendant, then left Heaven Dou Royal Palace.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

At noon, the sun was blazing.

Meng Shenji learned that Ning Weiyang was currently on the training grounds making up for Class C's cultivation progress, so he headed over.

Running laps around the training grounds beneath the scorching sun, Ning Weiyang felt as though her soul was about to leave her body.

If possible, she hoped she would not have to come to Class C after all. It was too exhausting—

Ning Weiyang's physical fitness could not compare to that of the other Class C students, so Class C's teacher had told her to find spare time to catch up on her own. Otherwise, she would only drag down the whole class's progress.

Though Ning Weiyang did not quite understand it, as a student, she could not beat her teacher. All she could do was run miserably.

Seeing that Ning Weiyang was nearly showing signs of heatstroke, Meng Shenji could not help frowning as he walked over.

"Little Weiyang, stop! Stop quickly!"

Meng Shenji's voice came from not far away. Ning Weiyang instinctively stopped and looked toward him.

"Uncle Meng."

Ning Weiyang panted. Large beads of sweat streamed down from her forehead, and her clothes were soaked through.

"What happened?"