Sikong Xiaoyue glanced at her younger brother, her small hand gave him a hidden twist on his waist, Sikong Haoxuan who was attacked took a look at his third sister again and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Sooner or later, you'll go off the deep end."

Second brother Sikong Mochun was obviously very happy to see his fourth brother suffer, his eyes filled with a gloating smile.

"Xuan'er, your grandfather's letter mentioned that you actually don't go to school, is there such a thing?" Sikong War had long since noticed this youngest son who caused him the most headache, and there was such a hint of dissatisfaction between his words.

Sikong Haoxuan, who did not know when he had squeezed to his father's side, was looking demented as he stroked the armor on Sikong War's body that was spinning with streams of light.

"Armor?" Sikong Haoxuan, who had memories of the modern era in his previous life, was greatly interested in the defense equipment of the Cold Weapons Era, and this battle armor, whose surface was like a layer of crystals, captivated his mind.

Sikong War frowned, looking at his son who was somewhat demented in his expression, his face sank as he drank, "Xuan'er, I'm asking you."

"Oh, father, what are you asking?" Sikong Haoxuan who seemed to be somewhat refreshed, his eyes still did not leave the armor on Sikong War's body.

Sikong War looked at his wife and cast an inquiring look, "Is son not allowed to be sick?" Song Ziyan blankly glanced at her husband without any good reason. Sikong War shook his head helplessly and repeated what he had just said.

"Dead old man, betraying me. Hmph!" Sikong Haoxuan head who heard his father's question clearly cursed in his heart.

"Father, I don't want to go to some noble school." Sikong Haoxuan, who got rid of the temptation of the armor, opened his mouth.

Sikong War's eyes glared angrily, "What? Don't want to go. Is going to school something you can do just because you don't want to go?" When he yelled so loudly, Song Zi Yan was not happy and put her arm around her son and grunted, "What? You're playing up your army chief's authority before you even enter the gate?"

His anger instantly disappeared as Sikong War smiled bitterly at his wife, "Zi Yan, am I not anxious for Xuan Er? The nobles of the imperial capital have yet to hear of anyone's children or grandchildren not going to school. The children of nobles must go through three years of education at the Imperial Noble Academy, this is a law issued by the emperor himself."

"Hmph, don't bring up the law. Since when can the Imperial Laws constrain the Sikong Family to act?" Song Ziyan said disdainfully.

"Alright, don't stand at the door and let people look at you and laugh, the old master is still waiting in the hall. The matter of Xuan'er going to school, let's talk about it later." Song Zi Yan instructed her maid to take off Sikong War's armor as she spoke.

"Which family's child is this?" Song Zi Yan noticed that behind Sikong War's tall figure quietly followed a child of the same age as Sikong Haoxuan.

Sikong War, who had taken off his armor, looked a bit dark, "This is Nan Xing, the child of Nan Liekong in my legion, who has followed Nan Liekong in the legion since he was a child. Nan Liekong sacrificed himself in this defense battle, his only relative I have to take care of."

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Looking at her husband's sad but determined eyes, Song Ziyan squatted down and gently embraced Nan Xing and softly said, "Child, this will be your home from now on."

Although Sikong War required his son to go to school, but during this period of time, Sikong Haoxuan did not go to the noble school after all under the shelter of his mother. Although it was not in accordance with the laws of the empire, but if the fourth young master of the Sikong family did not go to a noble school, who could say anything? Or dare to say anything?

"You little devil, can't you let your sister go?" Sikong Xiao Yue, who was sparring with Sikong Haoxuan, complained in dissatisfaction.

Sikong Haoxuan smugly skimmed his lips towards Sikong Xiaoyue, "What, third sister, you're not going to play tricks again."

Stepping forward and pulling on Sikong Haoxuan's ear, she grunted, "How do you talk, you little devil? Your elder sister I would play a trick on a child like you?"

Sikong Mochun lazily sat on the side and watched the battle, "I say Third Sister, if you're not cheating, then quickly admit defeat and give the money."

Sikong Xiao Yue smiled at the brothers Sikong Hao Xuan and Sikong Mo Chen, "I admit defeat, but I don't have any money."

"Oh my god ...... isn't this still cheating?" The two brothers simultaneously rolled their eyes.

After the three people laughed and fooled around for a while, Sikong Mochun twirled a chess piece between his fingers and seemed to have an idea of what he was talking about, "Fourth brother, this time back, I found that you have become much more cheerful, and no longer like a wood like every day to close your eyes and sit stupidly, and between the lines there seems to be a bit of nobility flavor."

Sikong Xiao Yue is not satisfied with this, "Hmph, this little villain is relying on his mother to protect him from going to school. Without learning the proper etiquette of those nobles, how could he have the flavor of a noble?"

Hearing Sikong Mochun's words, Sikong Haoxuan frowned with comprehension and suddenly felt some annoyance in his heart. Recalling that since his father's return, the time for cultivation was slowly decreasing, and his comprehension of sorcery had made no progress ....... Along with the thoughts in his heart Sikong Haoxuan's forehead could not help but ooze cold sweat.

"Fourth brother, although I don't know your quest, any quest will pay a price accordingly. Since it has already been paid for, then one should not lose one's heart."

Looking at second brother Sikong Mochun's clear eyes, Sikong Haoxuan firmly nodded his head. Turning back, he walked towards his own separate courtyard.

The hidden contradiction between the pure heart of a child and the complex heart of an adult in his previous life slowly came to the fore, the two different forces of the heart unconsciously guiding Sikong Haoxuan's behavior.

"Little villain, didn't you hear what I said, how can you not go to school?" Sikong Xiao Yue shouted at Sikong Haoxuan's back.

"Alright, third sister. How I look at it, it seems like you're jealous of Fourth Brother. Let's go, go pack up we should go to that boring school. At home, only Fourth Brother, the baby has mother and grandfather, one bright and one dark cover to be lazy." Sikong Mochun lazily said to Sikong Xiao Yue.

"Young Master you're back!" Sikong Haoxuan, whose mind had not yet calmed down, said irritably, "Nanxing, how many times have I told you not to call me young master. If you want to, call me Hao Xuan. If you don't want to, call me whatever you want. Just don't call me young master, it sounds harsh to my ears."

Nan Xing, whose face was somewhat hollow, spoke in a hard tone, "My father was Lord Legion Chief's guard during his lifetime, and you are Lord Legion Chief's son, so of course I have to call you young master." The not-so-young Nan Xing, who had followed his father to live in the military since childhood, had his own kind of soldier's brutal and tough aura.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you like that." Sikong Haoxuan still said with some annoyance.

Obviously realizing that he had lost his temper, he busily sat down in the room and settled down to calm his mind. The Sikong Haoxuan slowly calmed down, and a powerful soul force enveloped his entire body.

After coming out of the fixation, Sikong Haoxuan's eyes regained its due firmness, and the childishness in his charisma that had slowly formed over the past few days faded a lot. He recognized his own heart and found his own perseverance.