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Chapter 575 Private school, it should be a lot of fun, here I come...

Chu Ruohan blinked: "Uh, yes, you have to go to school every day. There will be other children there too. But, Qingchen, there are rules in the private school, very strict rules. You must listen to the teacher."

"I know, I know!" Gu Qingchen waved his hand dismissively, his mind already wandering far away. "Great! I can finally go out and see the world! I don't have to stay in the manor all day!"

She almost jumped up on the spot: "When are we going? Can I go today?"

Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze exchanged a puzzled look.

She had expected resistance, but to her surprise, her daughter was overjoyed by this decision, which she clearly misunderstood as "freedom."

“Not today,” Chu Ruohan replied reluctantly, her brows furrowing slightly as she understood her daughter’s true thoughts. “We need to make some arrangements, about five days.”

"That's fantastic!" Gu Qingchen cheered.

She leaned closer to her mother and asked mysteriously, "Mother, is the private school far away? Can I go there by myself?"

Chu Ruohan frowned even more: "No, of course you can't go by yourself. Someone will take you. Besides, the private school has its own rules and regulations; it's not a place for you to run wild."

Gu Qingchen's face fell for a moment, but she quickly regained her bright smile.

"Okay! I'll be good!"

However, the light shining in her eyes clearly indicated that her definition of "well-behaved" was probably quite different from Chu Ruohan's.

She turned around: "I'm going to tell Haitang! Tell her to prepare new clothes for me! I need to look presentable for school!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already run out of the main hall like a gust of wind.

The aftereffects of that previous "heroic act" at the yamen seemed to have vanished without a trace in the yearning for a new life.

Chu Ruohan slumped back into her chair: "I...I don't know whether I should breathe a sigh of relief or be even more worried."

Gu Junze chuckled softly: "At least, the argument you anticipated didn't happen. As for her thoughts, well, it's good that she's willing to go."

"She's overjoyed to go!" Chu Ruohan shook her head. "She sees it as her being released from her cage."

"I hope the headmaster of this White Deer Private School is as strict as the rumors say."

On the other side, Gu Qingchen was still tidying up her little trinkets.

These... and her "Great General" were all with her...

She looked up and saw Qian Zhenyun, her eyes lighting up again. "Qian Gungun! You're here too!"

"Qian Gungun" is the son of Song Ruyan and Doctor Qian. Song Ruyan originally wanted to name him Qian Gungun, but later changed his name to Qian Zhenyun at Doctor Qian's insistence.

But his mother still had "money rolling in, money rolling in" on her lips all the time...

Gu Qingchen felt that he sometimes spoke in an old-fashioned manner, so he also called him that.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Qian Zhenyun's usually calm face because of this nickname. "Sister, can I go to Bailu Private School with you?"

Qian Zhenyun asked on tiptoe, his face full of anticipation.

"Okay!"

Gu Qingchen gave him a knowing smile: "Great! Let's go together! Then we won't be controlled by our families anymore! We can do whatever we want!"

Qian Zhenyun looked at her, a hint of confusion flashing in his serious eyes: "Going to the private school is to learn the classics, understand the principles of things, and serve the court in the future. It's not for fun."

Gu Qingchen's smile froze for a moment.

She tilted her head and looked him up and down: "Oh dear, Qian Gungun, why are you as old-fashioned as your father?"

She leaned closer and lowered her voice, saying, "Don't you want to come out for some fresh air? It's so stuffy staying at home all day!"

Qian Zhenyun shook his head: "One can study at home. Going to a private school is to meet a famous teacher."

Gu Qingchen stared at him intently, then sighed softly, a look of almost pity on her face.

This child hasn't inherited any of Aunt Song's carefree and easygoing spirit.

What a pity, I thought I could find an ally to cause trouble together.

Five days later, the morning sunlight streamed through the window lattices into the courtyard of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

Chu Ruohan stood in front of the door, looking at the two completely different children, her feelings were very complicated.

Gu Qingchen was dressed in a brand-new light blue school uniform, her hair was neatly combed, and her little face was full of excitement.

She carried a book bag in her left hand and secretly hid a small wooden carving in her right. Her eyes darted around, clearly plotting something.

Qian Zhenyun stood properly to the side, his schoolbag slung over his shoulder, his hands hanging at his sides, his little face serious like a little adult.

"Qingchen," Chu Ruohan squatted down to be at eye level with her daughter, "Remember what your mother said. When you get to the private school, you must listen to the teacher and not cause trouble."

"Yes, Mother!" Gu Qingchen nodded vigorously. "I'll be very good!"

Chu Ruohan then turned to Qian Zhenyun, her tone much gentler: "Zhenyun, you are more sensible than Qingchen. When you get to the private school, if Qingchen does anything inappropriate, you should remind her."

Qian Zhenyun nodded earnestly: "Don't worry, Madam, I will."

"Also," Chu Ruohan looked at Gu Qingchen, emphasizing her words, "Zhenyun is younger than you. You are the older sister, so you must take good care of him and not bully him."

Gu Qingchen patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry! I'll take good care of Qian Gungun!"

She emphasized the word "take care" with extra force, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Chu Ruohan understood the deeper meaning in her daughter's words and sighed inwardly.

One troublemaker was enough of a headache for her, but now she also has to worry about her daughter leading others astray.

But then she thought, it would be good if Qingchen had a familiar face at the private school; Qian Zhenyun was much more sensible than her.

Perhaps his composure can even influence Qingchen.

That's all we can hope for.

The carriage was waiting outside the mansion gate when Gu Junze walked out, carrying two bundles in his hands.

“This is your tuition fee,” he said, handing the bundles to the two children. “When you get to the private school, you must respectfully hand it to the headmaster.”

Gu Qingchen took it, weighed it in his hand, and his eyes lit up: "Father, what's inside?"

"Silver and some writing implements," Gu Junze patted his daughter's head. "Remember, education is not easy, so cherish this opportunity."

Qian Zhenyun accepted the purse with both hands and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Uncle."

The coachman was getting impatient and urged from outside, "Your Excellency, it's getting late, we'll be late if we don't leave soon."

Chu Ruohan straightened Gu Qingchen's clothes one last time and instructed him, "Remember, don't cause trouble in the private school. If anything happens, tell the teacher."

"I know!" Gu Qingchen waved his hand impatiently. "Mom, you've said it so many times!"

She took Qian Zhenyun's hand and said, "Let's go, Qian Gungun, let's go to school!"

Qian Zhenyun stumbled slightly as she pulled him, but he still obediently followed her into the carriage.

The carriage slowly started moving, and Chu Ruohan stood in front of the door watching it go until it disappeared at the end of the street.

Inside the carriage, Gu Qingchen excitedly lifted the curtain and peered out, talking incessantly.

"Qian Gun Gun, how many people do you think there will be in the private school? Will there be any really talented classmates?"

Qian Zhenyun sat upright with his hands on his knees: "Sister, a private school is a place for studying, not for playing."

“I know,” Gu Qingchen turned to look at him, “but reading can be fun too! For example, we can have a competition to see who can memorize a text the fastest, or who can write the best characters!”

Qian Zhenyun thought about it and thought it was a good idea: "That would work."

"And another thing," Gu Qingchen leaned closer to him and lowered her voice, "I heard that there's a big courtyard in the private school where you can play after class!"

"Break time is for reviewing lessons," Qian Zhenyun corrected her earnestly.

Gu Qingchen rolled her eyes: "Qian Gungun, why are you so old-fashioned? You need to balance studying with rest!"