In the early morning, before the sun rises, the east is turning white.
Inside a side hall of the Afang Palace, a young man was already holding a bamboo slip and reading aloud. His slightly sharp voice attracted the early birds to chirp.
For the past eight or nine years, the boy had always slept until he woke up naturally, just like his uncle. But after getting a new teacher who was serious and unsmiling, the boy could no longer sleep in.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, wondering why he hadn't eaten yet, the young man stopped reciting for a moment.
The ruler hit the table quickly, making a crisp warning sound.
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