You are in the same room with two young heirs of the order of Qing He. The eldest boy, whose name is Min Chezniu, was sitting right on his robe. There were no folds on it, but there were dirt stains on the sleeves and calluses on his fingers, making it immediately clear that he had trained with edged weapons.

Nie Huaisang was lying on his back and bored, as he wanted to draw rather than sit here. Ming Zhenyu tilted his head and said to Nie Huaisan in a dissatisfied whisper: "Sit down normally and don't embarrass yourself in front of the new teacher."

Nie Huaisang replied without even moving, only pouting with displeasure. "I want to draw! And to walk, and drink, and eat. It's hot here, not cold. I'm going to die here," the boy complained, closing his eyes and sticking out his tongue, pretending to be dead.

Ming Caesnue clenched his fists on his lap. He turned around, lifted Nie Huaisang up and sat him down, then sat back down in his seat. Dissatisfied, the younger master crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks, tipped over backwards, lay like a star on the floor and turned his head to stick out his tongue at his brother.

Ming Caesnue tilted his head a little and said, "I apologize for my younger brother, he's just a little moody today. My father probably didn't tell you, but I don't need a mentor, so you can only look after Nie Huaisang."

Nie Huaisang sat up and said resentfully, "Gege, then the mentor will only play with me and we won't invite you."