Rebirth, guarding the mute at the tip of my heart

The students of the Imperial College had heard that a new classmate had returned today, the infamous mute from the Jiang family, and the study companion that the virtuous king had personally requested from His Majesty. They were all very curious.

Just now, they saw the virtuous king personally escorting someone to the door. Now when they saw Jiang Xin coming in, everyone looked at him with interest.

Jiang Xin shrank his neck when he was stared at by these direct gazes, and found a seat in a corner and sat down.

I originally thought that a transfer student like him, who was also mute, would have no one willing to pay attention to him, just like when he was in Baishan Academy. Unexpectedly, several young men actually became interested in him.

"I'm Yao Jingtong from Yongxing Marquis' Mansion. Nice to meet you, first time." Jiang Xin had just sat down for a while when someone came up to him and greeted him.

Jiang Xin was stunned and looked up subconsciously, and saw a man in a gorgeous purple robe, with an extremely valuable purple jade hairpin in his hair, and with a very gentle and delicate appearance sitting next to him, half supporting his chin and looking at him with a smile.

Seeing that the other party had a kind attitude, Jiang Xin also bowed and nodded politely.

It should not be a secret that he was mute, so it would not be considered rude even if he did not write a written explanation.

Yao Jingtong was not someone who deliberately came to cause trouble. Knowing Jiang Xin's situation, he naturally would not be angry. He continued to smile and said, "I have some friendship with His Royal Highness the Virtuous King. Mr. Jiang is now the Virtuous King's companion, and he is also my friend.

If you need any help, Mr. Jiang, please come to me and I will do my best."

[Thank you, Mr. Yao.] Jiang Xin hurriedly wrote down a few words upon hearing this, feeling relieved.

It turns out that he is His Highness's friend. No wonder he came here specially to look after him.

In Jiang Xinxin's heart, the prince is such a good person, and his friends must be very good people as well.

However, just as Jiang Xin was looking at Yao Jingtong with a little more friendliness, he heard someone in the front row suddenly turn around and sneer at the two of them, with sarcasm evident in his words.

Before Jiang Xin could react to what was happening, he saw Yao Jingtong, who had been so polite and gentlemanly just now, suddenly frown and glared at the person in front of him: "Nan Yuanbai, what are you laughing at?!"

"Laugh at someone's foolish dream!" Nan Yuanbai, whose name was called, rolled his eyes at Yao Jingtong and mocked him without any hesitation. Then he looked at Jiang Xin with the same arrogant tone that made him look like he deserved a beating:

"Hey, little mute, I advise you not to take the words of this squeamish peacock spirit seriously. If you really treat him as a friend, this guy is not a good person."

Jiang Xin: “…”

"You are an idiot with muscles but no brains! Who do you say is the peacock spirit?!" Yao Jingtong on the side suddenly got angry. He stood up angrily and slammed the table heavily.

Just when he was about to fight with Nan Yuanbai, he slammed the table so hard that he pulled his hands behind his back and shook them in pain. He wanted to grimace in pain but he still tried hard to pretend to be angry and serious, which made him look twisted and weird.

Nan Yuanbai saw this and naturally would not miss such a good opportunity to ridicule him. He held his belly and laughed wildly: "Is there anything wrong with what I said? You can hurt yourself by slapping the table. You are such a squeamish person, and you still want to make friends with the wise king. It's really laughable!"

"you--!"

Nan Yuanbai snorted coldly, and before Yao Jingtong could speak, he turned his head and said to Jiang Xin:

"Your Highness the King of Virtue does have some friendship with him, but it's not a good friendship. This guy has never made progress since he was a child and has always admired men. When he was young, he fell in love with Your Highness the King of Virtue at first sight and chased after Your Highness all day long.

Later, the prince got annoyed and beat him up and threw him into the water, and threatened to beat him every time he saw him in the future. Everyone in the court knew about this.

If you make a fool of yourself and associate with this androgynous guy, don't blame me for not warning you if you make the wise king unhappy later."

"..." Jiang Xin heard Nan Yuanbai's words and looked at the other people who were watching the fun. He saw that everyone was looking at Yao Jingtong with contempt and ridicule. He also saw that Yao Jingtong's face became more embarrassed but he did not deny it. He thought that this might be true.

He usually turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and had no friends to chat with, so he had no way of knowing such gossip. He just didn't expect that someone like the prince, who was so fierce, actually liked him and dared to confess his love to him.

Moreover, judging from the attitude of Master Yao in trying to get close to me just now, it seems that he has not given up yet. It seems that this Master Yao is really a warrior.

Yao Jingtong had no idea what Jiang Xin was thinking. All his anger was directed at Nan Yuanbai, who knew him well. He stared at him coldly and said,

"What's so funny about a gentleman's pursuit even if he fails? I sincerely want to be friends with Brother Jiang, but you, a fool, are judging me by your own mean-spirited mind. Do you think everyone is as petty as you?"

Nan Yuanbai sneered upon hearing this: "If he wasn't the wise king's study companion, would you have approached him and made friends with him? This is clearly just a fig leaf you pulled for yourself!"

Yao Jingtong: "You——!"

"Ahem!" Before the two could decide the winner, the teacher finally arrived and interrupted them with a serious face: "It's not proper to make noise in the classroom!

Nan Yuanbai, Yao Jingtong! You two, go out and stand! "

“……” No matter you are the son of a marquis or a baron, in the classroom, the teacher is the boss.

What's more, a teacher who could teach in the Imperial College was naturally not an ordinary person. Yao Jingtong and Nan Yuanbai looked at each other angrily, and finally stood out reluctantly.

"Don't worry. These two have never gotten along. It's common for them to have a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days. It's not the first or second time that they've been punished by standing in the corner. It has nothing to do with you." Seeing that Jiang Xin was a little uneasy, a man dressed as a scholar sitting on his left whispered to comfort him.

When Jiang Xin looked over, the name smiled broadly again: "I am Wei Bowen from the Wei Mansion, the fourth prince's tutor. Nice to meet you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xin quickly nodded and bowed. When he saw the teacher looking at him, he quickly sat up straight and listened to the class carefully.

Wei Bowen still had a smile on his face, but when he turned around, he secretly shook his head in his heart.

Now that the emperor has arranged several princes to serve in the six ministries, as a companion to the princes, he naturally does not need to stay in the Imperial College all day long. He can follow his master to do some practical work.

The most important reason for coming to school today is that I was ordered by the Fourth Prince to inquire about the study partner of this wise king.

Jiang Xin was personally requested by the virtuous king to His Majesty, so logically he should be very much liked by the virtuous king. Their highness said that if possible, they should try their best to win over Jiang Xin, which would be a favor to the virtuous king and make some preparations for the future succession to the throne.

Secondly, it was also to test what kind of abilities this Jiang Xin had to be valued by the wise king.

But now, he thought Jiang Xin was just ordinary and had no outstanding qualities. To say he was ordinary was even flattering him. Even if he could win over a mute who could not speak, the role he could play was really limited.

What kind of person is the wise king? How could such a dictatorial person listen to a mute on important matters?

Thinking of this, Wei Bowen sighed in his heart again. Their Highness was sometimes too cautious.