Xuan'er?!
Su Qingluo widened her eyes in shock, unsure of what to think.
"Xuan'er, Master is very pleased that you can recite the poem."
Master Zhang Wenlin's eyes darkened slightly, revealing a trace of sternness: "However, they must bear the consequences of their mistakes themselves."
"Their mistakes were all because of me."
The Little Prince's eyes showed defiance: "If Master wants to punish someone, just punish me alone."
"Xuan'er, you are a prince, Master does not have the authority to punish you."
Master Zhang Wenlin's eyes turned cold and unfathomable: "Sit down. As for the others, the punishment remains. If you can't hand in the poem before school ends today, you're not allowed to leave the classroom."
"Master!"
"Xuan'er!"
The Little Prince's indignant voice and Su Qingluo's urgent cry to stop him sounded simultaneously.
Su Qingluo quickly covered the Little Prince's mouth before he could defy the Master again, and left the classroom holding him and Hu Ya.