But whether it could be found was another matter.
The snow from the sky grew heavier, and the two people in the courtyard were turning into snowmen. The people in the small hall seemed unaware, or perhaps they pretended not to know.
Lady Mrs. He looked at Master Fang, "What does Master mean?"
"I am of limited talent and shallow learning, not fit to teach the young ladies of the residence. I have come to tender my resignation and take my leave," Master Fang said indifferently, picking up his teacup and sipping slowly.
Mrs. He was stunned but could not help laughing inwardly.
See? It was only the first day at the academy, and the Master had already been driven away in anger.
Master Fang put down his teacup, "The Lady must be busy managing the affairs of the residence, which is why she may have forgotten about the education of the young ladies. It’s just that, in the future, I hope the Lady will pay closer attention to this matter so as not to tarnish the academy reputation of the young misses!"
Mrs. He felt something was off as she listened to these words.
"Lady, these are notes I have accumulated over the years, please hand them to the young lady who went to the academy today. What she said was very true, no one is born knowing how to read and write. She might not have had the opportunity before, but I hope she can study hard in the future if given the chance! She should not take the mockery of others to heart," Master Fang said as he received a bundle from Fangyao’s hands and placed it on the table.
Mrs. He was thoroughly confused.
"I have troubled you, Lady. I shall take my leave," said Master Fang as he stood up, taking Fangyao with him as they left.
Mrs. He came back to her senses, "Tianmi, go quickly and inquire what happened at the academy today!"
For some reason, Mrs. He felt a bit uneasy.
She had a feeling that something was going to happen.
Within the Imperial Palace.
A memorial was placed on the Emperor’s desk.
The Emperor opened it, glanced through briefly, and then closed the memorial with a thud.
Yun Chen, uneasy, stepped into the Imperial Study. The Emperor tossed the memorial before him, "Take a look for yourself!"
Yun Chen quickly knelt down, picked up the memorial to read, and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
"As an Imperial Censor, to allow such things to happen in your own house. To cultivate oneself, manage a household, govern a country, bring peace to the world, yet unable to manage one’s own backyard, how can I dare to employ such a person?"
For the first time, Yun Chen cursed the old lady of his household.
He had said it before, not to trouble Yun Jinnian, but before he knew it, Yun Jinnian was forced to kneel in the courtyard as punishment.
"This is the first and the only time. Should there be a next time, the outcome of the former Minister of War will be the Yun Family’s tomorrow. You may leave!" The Emperor said and waved his hand dismissively.
Yun Chen left the palace with the memorial, his soul seemingly snatched away, and returned to the Yun Family.
Mrs. He had already learned what had happened at the academy.
It turned out that it wasn’t Yun Jinnian who had angered Master Fang away, but someone else from the residence.
And her two daughters were among them.
She had been so self-satisfied earlier.
"Your servant is here!"
"How are things at Cixin Academy?" Mrs. He asked, feeling somewhat panicked.
Tianmi hesitated for a moment before responding, "The Fourth Miss has already been ordered to kneel for one and a half hours. And Ming Yang, for pleading on behalf of the Fourth Miss, has also been ordered to kneel and might even be sold off!"
"Foolish, just foolish!" Mrs. He quickly stood up, "Bring my cloak, and we shall go to Cixin Academy at once!"
Mrs. He truly feared this matter would blow up.
Her two daughters had been severely punished by Yun Chen.
Xu Xinmo, as a foster daughter, wouldn’t receive much attention from Yun Chen, but Yun Musi and Yun Mulan were Yun Chen’s own daughters, and knowing Yun Chen’s character, he might send them directly to a rural estate if he was too angry.
Mrs. He rushed to Cixin Academy, where the snow had already covered Yun Jinnian’s head, revealing only her pale face.
From inside the house, shrill and grating laughter could be heard.
Brazen and taking pleasure in others’ misfortune.
"Jinnian..." Mrs. He hurried forward, intending to help Yun Jinnian up, "Jinnian, the ground is cold. Let’s get you up first, alright?"