"Master, isn't your last name Wang? What's the relationship between you and that Old Wang next door?"

"Don't interrupt! Let me continue: In the blink of an eye, that child became an orphan without a father's love or a mother's care; Master couldn't bear it in his heart, so he adopted her and let her temporarily stay at his house."

With the help of his self-made background music, Wang Xiaole has created a positive image for himself.

He attaches labels such as "selfless friendship" and "taking care of a friend's daughter" to himself, which can be said to be shameless to the extreme.

"Can't you see that this girl is not smart? I think she looks pretty clever," said Isabella, confident in her ability to judge others, and she doesn't see any differences in intelligence between Freya and ordinary people.

"I don't mean to doubt anything, but I do hope Master can confirm it and let me see what makes this girl different from others," said Isabella. Wang Xiaole had anticipated that his independent-minded disciple would not simply believe whatever others told her. Fortunately, he had already thought of a way to prove it before Isabella raised her doubts, and he immediately said, "If you don't believe me, ask this poor girl herself. As long as you ask her about her identity, she will definitely answer with something like 'goddess' or 'divinity'."

"Really?"

Isabella held out her right hand and straightened out the hair on Freya's head a few times. She adopted a very approachable attitude and said, "Girl, where are you from? Do you have any special identity?"

"Ah, burp! Me? That's amazing. You won't believe it when I tell you. I'm a goddess who came from the heavens to the mortal world!"

Although she was drunk, Freya still showed her pride and felt proud of her self-proclaimed identity.

"A goddess? Miss, did you wake up from your afternoon nap? How could you possibly be a goddess? I don't see any difference between you and ordinary city girls," Isabella said.

"What do you mean there's no difference? Just look at me, how beautiful I am!"

Isabella thought that no normal girl would say such things, and by now, she had almost believed what her master had said.

"It's not easy for Master either, to take care of such a difficult girl..."

To be honest, Isabella was somewhat moved by the story her master had personally told her.

But she still hadn't figured out the core question yet, and she still asked, "Since this child was adopted by Master, why did she come to the palace? And why does Master maintain such an unconventional posture with this girl?"

"Disciple, are you asking about that? There are deep and complex reasons behind it..."

"Just get to the point!"

"Alright, alright, I'll get to the point. Actually, this child is especially close to Master! Even when Master goes out, she often secretly follows along, and when she's locked inside the house, the locks can't keep her in."

"Can an unintelligent girl break past the guards blocking the entrance to the palace? Is that possible? If that logic holds up, doesn't it mean that my subordinates are even less competent than a foolish girl?"

"Do you think it's possible, my disciple? Remember, before answering, you must carefully think about and seriously consider whether those guards are effective or not."

Speaking of the ability of the guards, Isabella is their direct superior after all; although their performance may not be satisfactory, the Empress still replied tactfully: "Think about it carefully, those guards are indeed...all useless! If it weren't for the overall poor quality of the soldiers, I would have selected more reliable individuals to guard the palace."

This can be considered a true "tactful response." Given Isabella's character, if she didn't intend to preserve face while giving her evaluation, her words would be even more severe.

There is one final question remaining: "Why did she take off all her clothes?"

"Didn't I mention it before? Her brain doesn't work very well and she often does strange things; for example, this time, the girl took off her clothes in the reception hall without regard for the occasion, simply because her body was overheating."

Taking off her clothes is not a big deal, Wang Xiaole can help Freya and assist her in putting her clothes back on. However, after a dozen seconds, Isabella saw her teacher standing up, using both hands to support Freya and help her dress.

"It's my fault for not taking good care of this child and causing trouble for my apprentice. I feel very ashamed..."

"Please don't say that, teacher. As long as you let me know beforehand the next time you come, I am very willing to have you 'cause trouble' for me!"

After exchanging a few final words with his apprentice, Wang Xiaole put his arm around Freya's waist and dragged the intoxicated goddess away from there.

Before bidding farewell, Wang Xiaole reminded his apprentice to take care of her health, pay attention to her well-being, and then formally said goodbye.

Wang Xiaole opened the door to the reception hall and slowly walked out with Freya in his embrace.

Although Freya is currently unconscious, Wang Xiaole still comforts her, while also quietly telling himself, "I'm sorry for the trouble caused. On our rest day, I will definitely pamper you and buy you lots of delicious food! Especially more of your favorite cream puffs..."

As Isabella watched her teacher's figure recede into the distance, the more she looked, the more she thought, "Am I being fooled? But since my teacher explained it vividly, as an apprentice, I must unconditionally believe in my teacher!"