Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

The Imperial Family Academy was located in a separate courtyard on the east side of the palace.

The school was small, but it had many rules.

In the center is a portrait of Confucius, with several low tables arranged on either side.

Those who can sit here are all members of the royal family.

He's either the prince's son or the clan elder's grandson.

Long Chengxun and Xiao Zhaohua entered the school one after the other this morning.

Xiao Fang had it specially delivered.

Yun Shuyao also packed their books and gave them a lot of advice.

Long Chengxun is over five years old and can already walk on his own.

It just moves slowly.

What others could walk through in half an incense stick's time, he had to move slowly.

Xiao Zhaohua held his hand the whole way.

"Help me if you can't walk steadily."

Long Chengxun looked up at her and slowly nodded.

In the school, the teacher was lecturing on the "Thousand Character Classic".

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless..."

Long Chengxun sat at the very front.

He listened attentively.

I just can't keep up.

The teacher would recite a sentence, and he would slowly repeat it after him.

What others can memorize in one go, he needs to do three or four times.

The Master also knew his identity.

I dare not be too harsh.

I just told him to sit down first, and he could practice a few more times later.

When the midday break came, everyone dispersed into the courtyard.

A group of young princes and noblemen gathered together.

Some were three years older than Long Chengxun, while others were one year younger.

The eldest one was the second son of the Prince of Ning.

He was eleven years old, and tall and strong.

He leaned against a pillar and gestured towards Long Chengxun with his lips.

"See that? It's that one."

The teacher explained it three times, but he still couldn't memorize it completely.

I could recite all of these when I was three years old.

Several children nearby laughed.

"Isn't that an idiot?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, he's the Emperor."

"What's wrong with the Emperor? Even the Emperor has to study."

If you can't read it, who can you blame for saying it?

"I really don't know what the Regent was thinking, pushing someone like that into office."

"Exactly, any one of us is better than him."

Long Chengxun stood still.

He couldn't hear very well.

But he understood a few words.

"Fool".

He looked down at the tips of his shoes and slowly clenched the hem of his clothes.

"Who are you talking about?"

Xiao Zhaohua walked out from behind.

She wasn't holding a book, but her face had turned completely cold.

"What? Aren't you telling the truth?"

The second son of the Prince of Ning laughed.

"He was an idiot to begin with."

"If you can't even memorize what the Master taught, what are you if not an idiot?"

Xiao Zhaohua didn't ask any more questions.

She turned and walked to the desk.

There was an inkstone on the table. She picked it up and weighed it in her hand.

Then, I just walked over there.

She was just over five years old that year, half a head shorter than that child, and much thinner.

Xiao Zhaohua swung the inkstone down, hitting the child squarely on the forehead.

With a sharp "smack," ink mixed with blood instantly smeared his face.

The child screamed in agony.

"what!"

No one expected her to make a move.

But Xiao Zhaohua had no intention of stopping.

She swung the inkstone again and slapped it against her face once more.

The child dodged backward, fell to the ground, and cried his heart out.

"Why did you hit me!"

The eldest child from the Prince of Ning's family rushed forward.

He shoved Xiao Zhaohua on the shoulder.

Xiao Zhaohua was pushed backward and fell to the ground.

My knee is scraped.

"How dare you push her!"

Two small figures squeezed in from outside the crowd.

He is the son of Lu Zhaojia and Lin Huijia.

He's a year younger than them, only four years old.

They are all sturdy.

One person supported Xiao Zhaohua, while the other stood in front of her.

"Don't move!"

Xiao Zhaohua got up from the ground.

I didn't cry.

Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the big boy who had pushed her earlier.

"Did you just push me?"

The child stuck his neck out.

"You hit me first!"

Yes, I did.

I'm not only going to hit him, I'm going to hit you too!

As Xiao Zhaohua spoke, he flipped his hand.

Sometime during the night, she found a very short dagger tucked into her waistband.

The scabbard was small; it was given to her by her father for self-defense.

She drew her dagger and charged straight at the older child.

That child is really stupid.

He never expected that this crazy girl would actually pull out a knife without warning!

By the time he realized what was happening, the knife was already stabbed into his stomach.

With a "poof" sound.

It's not very deep, but it's not shallow either.

The child screamed in pain, clutching his stomach and backing away.

Blood trickled down between his fingers.

"Murder! Murder!"

The young princes and noblemen filling the courtyard were all in a panic.

She ran away crying.

The Master was taking a nap inside the room.

Hearing the cries outside, he threw on his clothes and ran out.

Upon seeing this scene, my legs immediately went weak.

One of his heads exploded.

One of them was bleeding from the stomach.

"Oh dear, my ancestors!"

"What's going on! What's going on!"

He scrambled inside.

"Quickly! Summon the imperial physician! Request the royal doctor!"

Then he spotted the dagger in Xiao Zhaohua's hand.

"Young Princess! How could you bring a knife into the school!"

Xiao Zhaohua sheathed the dagger.

"My dad gave it to me for self-defense."

The Master opened his mouth.

"this……"

He dared not refute that.

Xiao Fang's daughter, let alone carrying a knife, even if she demolished the school, he wouldn't dare say a word.

He was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"No, no, I can't make that decision."

"Quickly, go and invite Prince Ning, several other princes, and also the Regent and his wife!"

Xiao Zhaohua stood in the courtyard.

He held the dagger in his hand.

Expressionless.

Behind her were Lu Zhaojia's son and Lin Huijia's son.

Further behind was Long Chengxun, who stood quietly, his eyes already red.