The cute little milk bag, the group's pet, actually farms in the palace

Originally Wu Zhi thought he was doomed to die, but he didn't expect the princess to plead for him, so the emperor did not punish him too harshly.

It was just a fine of three months' salary. When Wu Zhi heard this punishment, he breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of blaming the princess, he was very grateful to her.

He had a clean life, except for the mother and daughter in the backyard who were extremely arrogant. He was the one who usually dealt with all the troubles that were caused in Jiangnan.

The two of them always thought that the promotion was the work of Concubine Wan, but it was not. In fact, most of it was his own credit, and he was recommended for promotion by someone else.

No matter how much I explained, it was useless. But after the princess taught them a lesson this time, they obviously calmed down, which was a good sign.

There are many rich or noble people in this capital city. If you accidentally offend someone, they will not be as kind-hearted as the princess.

This time he also realized that he could not indulge them any longer, otherwise, their family would be finished.

Wu Zhi's family is also a second-rank official, so she should be able to go to a private school, but she is now recuperating in this room, so she will be late for a while.

Xia Xuan allowed Xia Qingqing to go to the private school at will. Although this was a bit against the rules of the private school, seeing that Xia Qingqing was only one year old, the teachers turned a blind eye.

Besides, Xia Qingqing already knew what they taught her, so they just ignored it completely.

Every time Master Chen looked at Xia Qingqing, he felt pity. If such a genius were a man, he would definitely be no worse than the prince. What a pity, what a pity.

Xia Qingqing hasn't been to the private school for a month. She thinks it's time to go there. She's a little bored.

The last time after Wu Huanyuan was dealt with, when she went to walk the dog, the palace maids ran away when they saw her. Those who didn’t know her would think she was a vicious person.

When Xia Qingqing went inside, except for Qian Suya and Zhou Muyue who greeted her happily, everyone else turned their eyes away and pretended not to see her.

Xia Qingqing didn't care, since they were not her friends anyway. As soon as she sat down, Qian Suya and Zhou Muyue came over.

"Nannan, why haven't you come to the private school for a month? Are you playing something?"

"Yes, Qingqing, you haven't come yet. Our Mu Yue misses you so much. There is a restaurant outside the palace recently. The storytellers there tell great stories. It is said that they will publish a book in the future."

Xia Qingqing paused, "Is it the story of the Monkey King?"

Qian Suya nodded and looked at her in surprise, "Qingqing, so you knew about this?"

Sure enough, this is what she said. I thought, how could she not know? After all, it was written by her, and it has already been spread.

Xia Qingqing calmly put away the books on the table and said.

“Because I wrote this.”

Qian Suya and Zhou Muyue both widened their eyes, unable to believe it, "Did you write this?!"

Xia Qingqing was about to speak when a burst of sneers came from the side and they all looked to the side.

Qian Suya stood up angrily and pointed at the woman who had just laughed at her.

"Song Yao, what do you mean?"

The person called Song Yao slowly turned his head, glanced at her lightly, and then looked at the princess and said.

"Means nothing."

This princess has caused so much trouble, and now she is saying that she wrote the story?

She also went to the restaurant every day to listen to storytelling and also liked this story very much. That's why she didn't want others to tarnish this story.

At the beginning, I was quite impressed by the princess’s extensive knowledge at such a young age. However, the longer I spent with her, the more I felt that she was spoiled.

Her attitude made Qian Suya even angrier, "What were you laughing at just now? Don't you believe that the story was written by Qingqing?"

Unexpectedly, Song Yao sneered again, this time even louder.

"Ask if anyone believes it?"

That's true. No one would believe that such a good story was written by a one-year-old child.

Xia Qingqing naturally knew this. She reached out and pulled Qian Suya, who was already extremely angry, and asked her to sit down. Then she spoke to Song Yao.

"Whether it was written by me or not, you will know when you come and take a look."

They were all very curious when she saw Xia Qingqing taking out a book from her small schoolbag. Many of them were a little confused when they saw her calm and relaxed attitude.

Could it be that she really wrote it?

Qian Suya and Zhou Muyue took the book and looked at it with their eyes wide open. They wanted to ask Xia Qingqing, but their eyes could not leave the book.

Qian Suya and Zhou Muyue didn't recognize all of the characters. For the first time, they felt the consequences of not studying hard.

The two of them were so fascinated by the scene that the people around them were stunned and talked about it in low voices.

"Could it be that the princess really did it?"

"It doesn't look like it, does it?"

Some people were skeptical, some people questioned. Song Yao squinted her eyes and looked at Xia Qingqing, while Xia Qingqing raised her eyebrows, motioning her to come over with an arrogant look.

If she didn't go over, she would feel embarrassed. Song Yao was really curious whether she wrote it.

She stood up and walked over. Her action made everyone in the class look at her with anticipation.

Qian Suya handed the book in her hand to Song Yao reluctantly, "Read it, read it, and you are not allowed to talk about our Qingqing anymore."

Then he looked at her proudly, looking forward to her expression.

Song Yao took the book suspiciously, opened a page at random, and saw the story she had heard the storyteller tell before, which was exactly the same as the one told by the storyteller.

What does this prove?

"Anyone who has heard something can write about it. You have no way of proving that it was you who wrote it."

Xia Qingqing knew she would say that, so she curled her lips and leaned back, looking a bit ruffian-like, but with a bit of Xia Yu's character.

"Don't worry, you'll know if you look back."

At this time, Song Yao no longer had an expectant look on her face. She casually flipped to the back and saw that the story at the back was not much different from the previous one and was written by the same person.

Song Yao's face was filled with shock and fascination, and she couldn't take her eyes away.

"If you don't believe it, just go and watch the plot. It should start this afternoon."

After Song Yao finished reading the plot, she showed it to other people. They all had the same expression: they couldn't believe it.

"This is so well written, could it really be written by the princess?"

"Tsk, who knows if she knows who wrote this person's work? If she knows who this person is, it would be the same if she steals his achievements."

Some people still didn't believe it and spoke out.