The princess's residence.
Yun Che followed Cao Taichun inside, passing through several archways and around several gardens before finally arriving outside a bedroom.
The door was open. At a glance, he could see a girl in a pink dress slumped over a table, looking utterly drained.
Cao Taichun called inside, "Your Highness, this is your new tutor, Yun Che. You may consult him about cultivation."
Li Muling casually raised a hand behind her. "All right, I know. You may leave!"
At those words, Yun Che immediately sensed trouble-not because of what she had said, but because of the Seventh Princess's tone.
How should he put it?
She sounded like someone who had no interest in anything, someone who found even breathing a bother.
Listless!
So listless!
Utterly lethargic!
He finally realized why she could not advance to the next realm.
This was a princess so supremely lazy that she found living exhausting and dying too much trouble.
No wonder this was an S-rank mission. As the old saying went, poor talent was nothing to fear; a lack of effort was.
And the princess before him not only had no desire to make an effort, but also had terrible talent. For the first time, Yun Che felt somewhat at a loss as to where to begin.
Cao Taichun looked at the slightly crestfallen Yun Che and said solemnly, "Vice Dean Yun, although there is still one month and twenty days before the official contest, please make the most of your time. Do not grow lax."
Yun Che nodded, but inwardly, he was already going mad.
This had nothing to do with whether he grew lax. The question was whether this princess had any motivation at all.
After Cao Taichun left, Li Muling slowly slid off the table like a puddle of