The injuries sustained by Mo Xingchen and the subsequent disappearance and injury of Wen Jue had thrown everyone into a frenzy.
Wen Fu, out of concern, strictly ordered the three children to remain within the courtyard until their departure the next day.
The courtyard itself offered the most beautiful snow scenery.
After a simple meal, night had fallen completely, rendering everything invisible.
With nothing to do, the three children prepared for bed.
However, Wen Bai was unwilling to sleep so early; there was a hot spring here, and he was determined to take a dip.
Meanwhile, Wen Jue and Mo Xingchen could only watch with disappointment.
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Wen Bai sat expressionlessly in the hot spring, only his small head peeking above the water. He let out a comfortable breath of steam onto the surface, his delicate and fair face flushed from the warmth.
Wen Bai enjoyed the sensation of the water reaching his chest, making him slightly out of breath.
A small tray floated gently on the surface of the hot spring, bobbing with the ripples.
On the tray was a small pot of warm water, a small bowl filled with water, and a plate of light and delicious fruits and snacks.
This was prepared in case Wen Bai got thirsty.
On the edge of the hot spring.
Mo Xingchen, with a leg wrapped tightly in white cloth and an air of resentment, sat on a small couch by the edge, sighing.
He had just had medicinal plasters applied for his bruises and couldn't soak in the water now.
Wen Jue, looking equally pitiful, leaned on a small couch next to Mo Xingchen by the edge.
He held the fruits from the floating wooden tray in front of Wen Bai in his arms.
Wen Jue dangled one leg, which Fuqi carefully supported on his lap.
Fuqi looked at Wen Jue's gaze, which was fixed on the hot spring, and worried that the young master might impulsively want to enter. He chided, "Young Master Wen Jue, we can soak in the hot springs anytime. You absolutely cannot go in now. Your leg is deeply cut, and if it gets wet, it won't heal properly and might leave a scar."
Wen Jue's eager anticipation gradually subsided.
He didn't want to be scarred; it would be too ugly.
Mo Xingchen, by his side, consoled himself, "Wen Jue, what's the saying? No need to rush. Yes, we'll come back when our legs are better, and then the three of us can soak side by side!"
Who would want to soak with you!
Wen Jue lowered his head and took a bite of a fruit, ignoring him.
This originally joyful trip to Snow Mountain ended with Wen Jue and Mo Xingchen's injuries and regrets.
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Soon, the group returned to the Wen family the next day after lunch.
Initially, Li Mu had intended to write a letter to his elder sister to come and fetch them.
However, he thought that for such an important matter, it was best not to leave anything to chance.
Moreover, he could probably reach the destination faster by riding the fastest horse himself, without stopping, than by sending a messenger.
Therefore, he directly bid farewell to Wen Fu and Wen Mu and set off at full speed to deliver the letter.
Because the matter was not yet fully confirmed, Wen Fu and Wen Mu were worried that there might be unforeseen circumstances that could harm the children.
After deliberation, Wen Fu and Wen Mu unanimously decided not to tell the children yet.
Thus, a few days later.
On this day, Wen Bai, Wen Jue, and Mo Xingchen were listening to their daily lessons, being instructed by their teacher.
Only the teacher's voice echoed in the room.
The teacher held a book and walked back and forth, explaining in detail.
Sitting at three small desks arranged side by side were three little children.
Mo Xingchen rested his small head on his chubby little arms, which had grown a bit thinner and more defined, and he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
The teacher cleared his throat. Mo Xingchen didn't react.
The teacher walked to Mo Xingchen's desk and coughed.
Mo Xingchen immediately opened his eyes, looked around in a panic, then sat up straight, pretending nothing had happened.
The teacher continued.
Wen Jue sat up straight, his posture proper, and was diligently writing something on paper with a brush.
He seemed quite satisfied, then moved the paper to Wen Bai's desk for him to see.
Wen Bai, while looking at the nonsensical drawing Wen Jue had placed before him, listened to System 001 meticulously correcting historical facts.
Today, the teacher was imparting historical knowledge of this world to them.
System 001 commented on the teacher in Wen Bai's mind: "Host, this teacher your mother hired is quite learned in this world. He's read many books... Hmm, he knows this too? But this is fabricated, not real..."
System 001 continued: "He's so naive. What's written in the history books is completely wrong. Indeed, history is written by the victors. This proposal was clearly the emperor's elder brother's action, so why is it attributed to this emperor? And he wasn't even of royal blood... Naive, truly naive! Well, this part is indeed something he did..."
Wen Jue leaned close to Wen Bai and whispered in a breathy tone, "Brother, do you think it looks like me?"
Wen Bai, multitasking, didn't quite understand: "Looks like what?"
Wen Jue said proudly, "You, brother! I drew you!"
Wen Bai was silent.
System 001, upon hearing this, even paused its speech.
It took a serious look at Wen Jue's drawing and said in a subtle tone: "Host, he knows you two look alike, right? How... how did he draw himself like this?"
Wen Bai, not polite to System 001, said, "Shut up."
At the same time, Wen Bai said expressionlessly to Wen Jue, "It doesn't look much like it."
Wen Jue immediately sat back.
Then, he reached out his small hand from the side, dejectedly took the paper back from Wen Bai's desk, folded it several times, and covered it.
Wen Jue mumbled, "I was going to give it to you, brother."
Mo Xingchen, who had been drowsy, perked up his ears slightly.
He keenly heard the word "give" and immediately became spirited: "Give what! Wen Jue, what are you giving him, and why isn't there anything for me?"
Wen Jue was unhappy: "There's none for you."
Mo Xingchen's eyes widened, feeling betrayed: "Wen Jue, I share all my good things with both of you. Why are you so stingy?"
Wen Jue thought about it and realized it was true.
He straightened his body again and, with a hint of reluctance, took a new sheet of Xuan paper: "Then I'll draw one for you too."
Mo Xingchen assumed what he thought was an imposing sitting posture and whispered, "You can draw portraits? Is this pose okay?"
Wen Jue picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and looking quite serious, glanced at Mo Xingchen, answering casually, "Yes."
The teacher watched the two children openly start playing and shook his head helplessly.
Children at this age were flighty, and he couldn't force them to learn, but he still had to teach them; whatever they could absorb, they could absorb.
His gaze swept over Wen Bai, who was sitting upright.
Well, there was still one child diligently listening to the lecture, so he still had to continue explaining in detail...