The carriage swayed as it drove towards the Duke Yan Mansion.
Tang Xiaobai lifted the curtain and looked at the profile of the little master.
There wasn't much to see, he didn't show any sign of disappointment, just had his eyelids lowered, expressionless.
Tang Xiaobai coughed lightly twice and said, "I heard Pei Jiu could recognize a thousand characters at three and recite a hundred articles at five. He's several years older than you, so it's normal for him to know more than you. Don't mind it too much. When you reach his age, you'll definitely be better than him!"
The debate about "innate goodness" and "innate evil" had just ended, and ultimately the little master had lost.
She thought it was quite normal, given the age and experience difference, winning would be strange.
But her young friend seemed to have a strong sense of self-esteem. When he was stumped, his face looked extremely unpleasant.
