The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 850

Chapter 850: 390 Overbearing (second update)

Xiao Liulang ignored the ash-faced Prince of An and turned to enter the Hanlin Academy.

He had taken two days off, and some official business had piled up on his desk. He flipped through it, not too much and mostly manageable by noon.

Starting tomorrow, he was to resume teaching the crown prince, and he needed to prepare some questions, but it wouldn’t take much time.

In any case, he would be able to finish his duties on time.

What no one expected was that just as he had finished his current official duties, Yang, the reader in waiting, thrust upon him a new task.

It was to write a eulogy for the late emperor, to be used in the sacrifice rites.

This task had been assigned to Minister Han of Hanlin Academy, but Yang, being too lazy to do it himself, had passed it on to Xiao Liulang.

It had been a while since Yang had last bullied Xiao Liulang; first, he had been recovering from severe injuries and had no energy, second, Xiao Liulang had had an unbeaten exchange with Minister Zhuang at the entrance of the Hanlin Academy, and third, it was said that Marquis Xuanping himself had gone to the countryside to fetch Xiao Liulang.

All these things combined meant that most people no longer dared to provoke Xiao Liulang lightly, yet some people by nature seemed unable to learn from experience, as the saying goes, "Once healed, the pain is forgotten."

Yang, the reader in waiting, happened to be one of them.

He barked, "What are you standing there for? Go on! Have you never written one, or never seen one? If you don’t know how, look it up yourself! The Book Pavilion has eulogies from past years!"

Xiao Liulang cast a cool glance at Yang.

Even such a seemingly casual look made Yang’s heart skip a beat.

Was it an illusion?

Why did it feel like he was being stared at by a venomous snake?

When Yang looked at Xiao Liulang again, Xiao Liulang had already returned to his usual cool and indifferent demeanor. _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}

Xiao Liulang knew that without rewriting the eulogy for the late emperor twenty or thirty times, it would not satisfy Yang, who probably wouldn’t even look at it before asking him to rewrite it again and again.

If it had been before, he wouldn’t have minded.

People like him, who should have died in a great fire long ago, what right did he have to care about his own experiences?

But now—

If he were not doing well, someone would worry.