Lin Xin had once again eluded the maid and picked some medicinal herbs he wanted.
Uncle Duan, however, had already been waiting for him in the forest, evidently having gotten ahead of him to block his path.
"Young master, it's time to go learn your characters. You can't miss Mister Rong's class."
Uncle Duan always wore a smile, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and he was always dressed in a dusty gray robe with his white hair flowing, looking exceptionally kind.
"Mister Rong? Is it the Mister Rong Xianjue that Father mentioned last time?" Lin Xin stopped and asked, standing on a slope.
"Yes. The Clan's Mongolian School has always been taught by him, whether the children are from the main family or a branch family; they all have to go there for instruction."
"When?" Lin Xin now spoke very smoothly.
"It would be best to go immediately," Uncle Duan replied, as if accustomed to it.