The next day.
The Imperial Academy was on a Day Off.
It was only after Zeng Anmin had transferred from the Imperial City Department to the Imperial Academy that he learned this.
Then he headed straight home.
There was nothing to do today anyway.
So he simply made his way home.
"Young Master, you're back?"
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he heard Uncle Qi's voice.
"Mhm."
The instant he returned home, Zeng Anmin relaxed all over.
He looked into the distance. "Where's my father? Still at the Minister's Province?"
"Master rose early today and went to the palace for morning court."
Uncle Qi answered with great respect.
"Morning court?" Zeng Anmin froze.
What fit of madness had Emperor Jianhong thrown this time?
Didn't he dislike morning court?
Still, it had little to do with him.
He strolled lazily into the courtyard, and as soon as he entered his own yard, he saw Huzi running wild all over the place.
"Kill!!!"
Someone knew not who had made Huzi a wooden sword, and the boy was hacking away at the rapeseed flowers in the yard...
With every slash, a whole patch of flowers fell.
"Demonic Creatures, do not flee!!"
Huzi's round eyes widened. The wooden sword in his hand came down with the force of Forceful Chop of Mount Hua, as though he stood at the head of a hundred thousand soldiers!
He truly possessed the heroic spirit of charging onward even if ten million men stood in his way.
It would have been better if he had not been chopping down the flowers in his own courtyard.
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
He could understand.
Kids, after all—once they got hold of a stick, it was either flowers or grass that suffered.
"Uncle!!"
Huzi looked up at Zeng Anmin,