"No, I don't want to go to school. It's like being locked up in there, and you have to recite so many poems every day. It's so annoying!"
Rui'er clung tightly to Li Qingmu's leg, looking so pitiful that it made one's heart ache.
Li Qingmu crouched down, gently patted his son's little head, and smiled lightly, "Rui'er, you were saying to Father earlier that you were bored at home with no one to play with. But inside the school, there are many kids your age. Don't you want to play with them?"
Rui'er pursed his lips, looking very hesitant.
"Rui'er!"
At this moment, a small head suddenly popped out from the school side, greeting Rui'er.
It was Su Shi's son, Su Zhe.
Su Zhe was two years older than Rui'er, and the two played together with a good sense of camaraderie. Seeing someone familiar, Rui'er immediately shed his shyness and trotted over to play with him.
"Greetings, Prince and Princess Consort."
