Chapter 778: Chapter 472 Don’t worry, she’s asleep.
The first lesson of tonight ended amidst the surprised and delighted faces of the bewildered students.
After a short rest, the two of them promptly started the second lesson with a flourish.
But this time, it was Zhao Rong who had become tired from standing.
He sat down in the Master’s chair behind the desk.
Since Su Qingdai was the student, she naturally could not be seated higher than Zhao Rong, so she continued kneeling as before, only this time in a different position, growing increasingly accustomed and obediently charming in his presence.
Zhao Rong lifted a large section of the tablecloth hanging in front of the desk to the ground, creating a spacious gap underneath where a fine lady could fit.
Thus, one sat comfortably leaning back in the chair, while the other knelt modestly under the table like a petite wife.
Zhao Rong slightly closed his eyes.
He seemed to be silently observing the turmoil within his Heart Lake.
Tonight, he decided to temporarily forget those concerns and relax for once.
It was quite a labor to ascend to Fu Yao, mm, just… a little reward?
With that thought, he gently caressed Su Qingdai’s delicate cheek with his palm, completely engulfing her small face within his grasp, enjoying the sensation of kneading the fairy’s soft, pale cheeks.
It’s indeed delightful to have a stunning fairy who is completely subservient and dependent; quite delightful indeed.
Su Qingdai obediently tilted her head, her cheek against his palm, her eyes soft and gentle.
At this moment, Zhao Rong remembered the questions Su Qingdai had asked earlier, so he decided to talk to her about the Mo Family’s philosophy, especially the concept of Heavenly Will.
Heavenly Will, simply put, refers to ‘the will of the heavens’, which is… the Heavenly Dao.
Just then, the young Confucian Scholar resting with closed eyes on the chair seemed to think of something and suddenly chuckled.
“Qingdai, this is what ‘Heaven’ means,” he said with a light laugh, pointing, “at this moment, it’s your greatest ‘Heaven’.”
Su Qingdai stared at the ‘Heaven’ so close at hand.
Her ears were filled with the tranquil yet imperious tone of the true sovereign.
“Mhm, Ziyu,” she said with tender eyes, nodding obediently.
Zhao Rong laughed again, continuing his discussion of the Mo Family’s concept of Heavenly Will.
At the end, he exhaled and narrowed his eyes, “Faced with Heaven, what should you do?”
The gorgeous woman in the black dress trailing on the floor tilted her head thoughtfully.
“Dai… Dai’er should obey,” she spoke softly, “obey Ziyu, obey the Heavenly Will.”
Her voice was quiet but her tone was resolute as the beautiful woman bowed her head.
The young Confucian Scholar nodded in approval of her insight.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, resting with closed eyes; as thoughts came to him, he would speak them aloud.
“…Qingdai, do you know what is called the Mo Family’s doctrine of ‘Non-aggression’?”
“Mm-mm, Dai’er doesn’t understand, mm,” she replied after a moment, looking up.
Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, “Non-aggression, of course, means to accept; do you understand now?”
“Mm, I understand, Dai’er is Ziyu’s to accept.”
Zhao Rong smiled slightly, tilting his head back to gaze at the ceiling.
He inquired, “Then, what about ‘Universal Love’?”
“Universal Love… mm, Universal Love…”
The woman willingly accepting her place before the man seemed to murmur as she thought.
Then, almost instinctively, she hummed again, her lips curving up slightly, “Universal Love means loving Ziyu, loving all that belongs to Ziyu… to like everything about him.”
Su Qingdai listened intently to the lecture while taking notes in her textbook.
Teacher Zhao nodded gently.
After that, he explained more about the Mo Family’s teachings, both concisely and profoundly.
Another two incense sticks burned down, and it was time to conclude the second lesson.
Seeing Su Qingdai working hard to grasp the essence of the Mo Family’s teachings and theories, Teacher Zhao was quite pleased.
So, he picked up the long-spouted teapot and poured her a small cup of strong, fragrant tea. The student sipped it delicately, moistening her throat, then wiped her mouth and looked up to give her teacher a radiant smile.
“Thank you for the reward, Teacher,” she said.
Zhao Rong shook the teapot, setting it down—there was still quite a lot of tea left in it for later.
He nodded, and taking advantage of the break between lessons, he asked:
“Qingdai, did you say that little Qian’er was asleep when you left?”
“Yes, rest assured, she was asleep. When I snuck out quietly, Miss Zhao was still talking in her sleep,” she looked up at Zhao Rong while reviewing her notes, “She… was calling out your name at that time.”
“Oh,” Zhao Rong rubbed his cheek.
He wondered whether in the little girl’s dreams he was bullying her or… bullying her.
He muttered to himself, considering how to keep the little vinegar jar from discovering he was giving lessons to her maid’s maid…
Noticing the thoughts of the sovereign, Su Qingdai said while picking up her textbook, still studying the knowledge just explained by her teacher, her lips curling into a sly smile:
“Ziyu, don’t worry, even if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she won’t notice I’m gone.”
“Eh, how so?” he asked.
Su Qingdai replied with a cunning smile:
“This Flowing Immortal Dress of mine, ever since it was tempered with the visions from Ziyu’s Nanshan Grade poetry, has gained many Divine Skills. Its Grade remains a mystery to me, but the illusion power is one of them.”
“Plus, with my practiced Body Separation Technique, I used the starlight on the dress to create a Starlight Body that’s identical to me. Miss Zhao surely couldn’t tell the difference. Even if she awoke in the middle of the night, she’d only find that I appeared to be dozing with my chin propped on a book in front of the desk, with nothing seeming out of place.”
Her tone held a hint of pride.
“Moreover, this Immortal Dress has other strange powers. It can shield my qi, conceal sounds and fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, so although Miss Zhao is perceptive with her Divine Sense, she didn’t notice that I left without making a sound. She didn’t wake up either, Ziyu. Am I clever? In the future… I can do this often~”
Su Qingdai’s face showed a hopeful expression, waiting for his praise.
Zhao Rong frowned, yet he said, “What Flowing Immortal Dress? Is that what you call this Immortal Dress?” his tone dubious.