Pan Ling had never imagined that her master, who had always taken such a hands-off approach with her, would suddenly undergo such a drastic change in temperament and begin cramming knowledge into her.
Exactly! Whenever she saw her sister being worked half to death by Aunt Xia, she had secretly taken pleasure in it.
If nothing else, her own master had this one virtue: unlike other teachers, he never assigned her piles of heavy schoolwork—though it was not as if she had never received other education before. As the daughter of Lord of Silver Pine Island, Pan Cheng naturally had not shortchanged either of his daughters in that regard.
And now it had all come back to haunt her.
The foolish disciple flipped through those thick tomes in despair, feeling faint just from looking at them.
Not to mention her master murmuring beside her that it was all for her own good, that she needed to get moving and strive to reach the point where she could spout rhymes at the drop of a hat within a year.
"Spout rhymes at the drop of a hat? What does that mean, Master?"
"Heaven's secrets must not be revealed. You'll find out when the time comes."
Xu Shi was delighted. Being a meme-loving brat was so much fun.
"Oh..."
Pan Ling secretly rolled her eyes, suppressing the urge to eavesdrop on her master's thoughts as she prepared to carefully plan where to begin studying.
Though she knew her carefree days were about to be gone forever, she actually understood her master's decision very well—Xu Shi had high expectations for her and was even willing to train her as his successor.
Otherwise, he would not have had her systematically study such profound knowledge.
With that thought, her little bit of gloom instantly vanished.