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The more Qingluan thought about it, the more she felt that things were abnormal, but she was just a little maid. Even if she felt something was wrong, what could she do?

After that night, Qingluan failed to see King Chen again for half a month. Half a month later, King Chen ordered someone to tell her to go to the study. Qingluan was surprised and showed obvious excitement and nervousness.

She had to admit that although she was afraid of seeing the prince, she also looked forward to seeing the prince again in her heart.

Before going to meet King Chen, she asked Lan'er: "Sister Lan'er, is there any academies in Tiandu City... that people with our status can enter?"

"Academy?" Lan'er was stunned for a moment, and then said, "There are many academies, but many of them are only men. Only the Yushan Academy, which belongs to the imperial institution, can allow women to go in and study."

Qingluan nodded and turned to King Chen's study.

At this time, Qingluan never expected that the purpose of King Chen summoning her was to ask her if she could read. Later she thought, was this considered a sympathy?

"I saved you on the road, and it's considered destined to be." King Chen's voice was still cold and cold, like a glacier that had been covered with ice and snow, without a trace of temperature. "But I don't have waste in my house. If you have nothing to do with others, you can only continue to be a maid."

Become a maid?

For Qingluan, her identity was originally a maid. Since she woke up on the first day in Lanting Xiaoyuan, she had never had any other unrealistic expectations for her destiny.

She is not a dreamer either, so she doesn't feel unacceptable to it - if this is her only fate next.

But the prince clearly gave another choice in his words. Is the prince saying that she can have other identities besides the maid?

Although this identity is based on the prerequisite for having the ability, Qingluan was eager to seize this opportunity-

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she is willing to put in a hundred times the effort to get herself closer and closer to him.

"Prince." Qingluan knelt down in the room, half-lowing her eyes, maintaining a respectful but not fearful attitude. "I learn things very quickly, have good memory, are not afraid of hardship, and... I will be very obedient."

Would you be very obedient?

King Chen glanced at her, "I don't care whether I listen or not, because I have some ways to make people obedient."

When Qingluan heard this, her little body trembled almost imperceptibly, and then she lowered her head and replied.

"Learn things quickly and have good memory?"

Qingluan nodded: "Yes."

"Come here." King Chen took the pen and wrote two words on the white paper, "Do you know these two words?"

Qingluan walked into the desk, looked at the two powerful words on the rice paper, and nodded slowly: "The prince wrote the name of the slave."

“Can you write?”

Qingluan still nodded, not daring to hide it at all: "Yes."

After saying that, he added in a low voice, "I only know my own name, but I don't know most of the other words, and I can't write them."

King Chen didn't say anything when he heard this. He held the pen with his slender fingers and wrote three more words on the rice paper.

These three words are a bit complicated. Qingluan stared at them for a long time before turning to look at King Chen: "I... I don't know you."

King Chen handed her the brush in his hand, put away the rice paper that had been written by himself, then took another piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, "Write the three words just now."

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