Childhood (3)

Lin Xin shook off the maidservants again and picked some herbs he wanted.

But Steward Duan had already been waiting for him in the woods, clearly having arrived ahead of him to cut him off.

"Young Master, it is time to go learn your letters. You must not miss Master Rong's class."

Steward Duan always wore a smiling expression. His hands were tucked together inside his sleeves, and he was always clad in a dusty gray robe. With his snowy white hair, he looked exceptionally kind.

"Master Rong? The Rong Xianjue Father mentioned last time?" Lin Xin stopped and asked from the slope.

"Yes. The clan's elementary school has always been taught by that old gentleman. Whether children of the main family or the Branch Family, all must go there to receive instruction."

"When?"

Lin Xin spoke very smoothly now.

"The sooner, the better."

Steward Duan had long since grown accustomed to it.

Ever since this young master had suddenly begun speaking at the age of one, his progress afterward had been astonishingly swift. Ordinary conversation had quickly become effortless for him. Everyone had initially been shocked by such speed, but as time passed, they gradually got used to it.

"Where is Yazaki?" Lin Xin thought for a moment before asking.

"Yazaki cannot go yet. She is not a prodigy like you."

Steward Duan smiled.

"Then let's go."

Lin Xin was concise and direct. He could not bring himself to pretend to be a bratty child throwing tantrums, but he could at least put on the appearance of being introverted and quiet.

The chance to systematically understand the circumstances he was in through others was not bad for him.

He raised his hand and glanced at the back of it. At some point, a black-red pattern resembling a symbol had