In the study, Wei Fengzhi was also present. Master Wei looked displeased, while Wei Fengzhi hung his head listlessly.
“Kneel down,” Master Wei commanded, slamming the table. The loud noise made Wei Linxia tremble, and she quickly knelt beside Wei Fengzhi, who glanced at her with a woeful expression.
Wei Linxia was puzzled about what rule she had broken. Master Wei threw a stack of papers in front of them—homework since learning to read and write, including recited texts, essays, and word games. Understanding the situation, Wei Linxia gave Wei Fengzhi a sidelong glance, which he returned.
“Stop making eyes at each other. Both of you go out and kneel. You’re not allowed to get up without my permission. Kneel for an extra hour,” Master Wei said, showing no mercy to his twelve-year-old daughter.
Knowing that arguing would be futile, Wei Linxia glared at Wei Fengzhi and stood up to leave. Kneeling on the cold stone path for hours would be devastating. To avoid future leg problems, she decided to play weak. Just as she knelt, two maids brought out thick dictionaries. Wei Linxia thought her father didn’t want to ruin their legs.
Little did she know they were to be held overhead.
One quarter-hour passed.
Two quarter-hours passed.
Three quarter-hours passed.
Wei Linxia’s arms ached, but she dared not lower them. Her father was watching from the study.
“Wei Chenli, I won’t let you off,” Wei Linxia whispered.
“One hour,” Wei Fengzhi said somewhat gleefully.
“Wei Chenli, forget about me helping you ghostwrite in the future,” Wei Linxia said.
“One hour,” Wei Fengzhi replied, slightly turning his head: “You won’t even have the chance to ghostwrite.”
” Their father would probably watch them write essays from now on – their good days were over.
“Hmph, just you wait,” Wei Linxia’s arms were killing her.
Li Weiheng’s cheerful voice came from outside: “Sister Shenbi…”
Wei Linxia and Wei Fengzhi looked towards the door. A figure in a light pink dress, her face once smiling, froze upon stepping into the courtyard. Behind her was Xi Zhaoting.
“Sister Shenbi, why are you kneeling?” Li Weiheng was surprised. In her impression, Wei Linxia had always been gentle and proper, praised even by the empress dowager. She couldn’t imagine her being punished. Looking at Wei Fengzhi, she realized and asked, “Was it Brother Chenli’s fault?”
