Having suffered an unexpected calamity, Xu Suying pointed at De'an and scolded, "Jing is about to take the Imperial Examination. I don't see you worrying about him, yet you fuss over all sorts of nonsense. Chen De'an, have you been beaten too little lately? Are you itching for a thrashing?"
Chen Wanqing's heart ached for her brother. She hurriedly held her mother back. "He's just like this. Why are you getting angry with him?"
Then she turned to De'an. "Just eat your food properly. If you keep getting distracted, you can live at the Imperial College from now on."
De'an immediately raised both hands in surrender.
The food at the Imperial College was practically like pig slop. The first time he took a bite, he had spat it right out.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be nice to just live at the Imperial College? Coming home every day to face his mother's cold expressions was agonizing for him too.
