"Bing Wuchang is fickle, Water Without Constant Shape is elusive, lightning belongs to yang, the Nether Spring belongs to yin..."
Under a peach tree, Tang Yi clad in a long robe, silently recited these sixteen words.
"Why do you always like to recite these poems?"
At his side, a soft female voice sounded, as a graceful young girl slowly approached, smiling at Tang Yi under the peach tree.
"Just for fun!"
Tang Yi replied with a faint smile, "Perhaps one day, if I feel like it, I might just try to become a Top Scholar for fun!"
"Hee hee!"
The girl chuckled softly, "Nonsense, the world is all yours, Tang Family's. As the Crown Prince, you will inherit the realm in the future. There is no need for you to become a Top Scholar!"
"Inherit the realm?"
Tang Yi just smiled faintly, thinking to himself, "It's nothing but a dream of the Nether Spring!"
"By the way!"