"You should go back, young master. I'll watch over the children." When Xue Ling entered the room, she saw Chu Molin reading and told him to return to their own room. She wasn't just going to put the children to bed; she was here to teach them mantras and techniques.
"Is Xue'er in the room?" Chu Molin asked Xue Ling, but whether she was or not, Xue Ling had arrived, so he had to return to his own room.
"Yes." Xue Ling nodded.
"Alright." Chu Molin gathered his book and left, and the three children playing on the bed stopped their play and sat upright, waiting for Xue Ling to speak after Chu Molin had gone.
"Each of you, recite to me one by one. Anyone who can't recite it must write out a hundred characters tomorrow. I'll check it, and if there's a mistake, you'll write ten more copies. Got it?" Xue Ling looked quite stern even though she was young, which was quite intimidating.
"Understood, Master, we'll start now." The three children said in unison.
