Bai Quanxin hated to see her go. Their time together had taught her much about Ye Chuqi. Beneath the girl's sweet, adorable smile lay an incredibly resolute heart—or, to put it plainly, a certain stubborn streak. Bai Quanxin held Ye Chuqi's soft little hand. Unlike the callused palms of those who spent years handling weapons, her hands were soft and delicate, nothing like those of someone who regularly wielded a sword.
But Bai Quanxin also knew just how hard Ye Chuqi worked. In all her years with the Ye Family, she had never slacked off in her daily exercise and cultivation.
"Xiao Qi, do you really have to go to the Imperial Capital Academy?" Bai Quanxin wished she could fold Ye Chuqi into her arms. "Don't take after that brother of yours. It wasn't as though our family's school couldn't teach him, but he insisted on going to that Imperial Capital Academy. What could they possibly teach him that was so special?"
"I should finish what I started. If I leave halfway through, they'll think I got scared!"
"They wouldn't dare!" Bai Quanxin knitted her brows, trying to look fierce, but her features were so soft that she still looked gentle no matter how hard she tried. "You're not even sixteen. How old are they? Who should be afraid of whom?"
Ye Chuqi couldn't help laughing and reached out to hug Bai Quanxin. Feeling her stiffen for an instant before relaxing, she smiled even more brightly. "Mother."
At that, Bai Quanxin choked up—Ye Chuqi had finally called her mother.
"Mother, there really is a lot I can learn at the Imperial Capital Academy. Just as Uncle Bai Fenghua said, making friends there is a tremendous gain in itself. I have quite a few friends at the academy now. You should