When the Regent Princess kneeled, all the children in Beijing broke their knees.

"Ten days ago, Mrs. Jia wanted to see Jia Chuan, but the college has a rule that you can't go out before the children are on vacation."

"I just rejected her."

"But she seemed very anxious, but she didn't insist."

Zi Su thought about what happened that day. After the incident at the Jia family, she thought about it over and over again and always felt that something was wrong.

Even if the princess didn't ask, she would still report it.

"Did you send anything to Jia Chuan?" Jiang Yunchu frowned and asked.

"No."

Zi Su shook her head, not understanding why her master asked that.

Jiang Yunchu frowned even more, then sighed helplessly, "Let's go to the academy."

Along the way, everyone looked at Jiang Yunchu with eyes full of respect.

After more than a year, she had already established a firm foothold in the palace.

"Dean."

In the school, Ningguang was still watching the class these days. The soldiers outside had not retreated yet. Although the palace no longer had public opinion, the emperor had not made a clear decision yet. I'm afraid there has been a big uproar in the court.

but……

She nodded to Ningguang and said, "Mr. Ningguang, I will take up one class."

Ningguang nodded, packed her things, and left the house.

Zi Su also walked out, leaving only twelve people in the room, including Jiang Yunchu.

"Jia Chuan, you know about your parents, right?" Jiang Yunchu's first question was like a thunder, directly bombarding the children's hearts.

Jia Chuan raised his head. His smile was so ugly that it would be worse than crying.

"know."

……

For a moment, the room was silent.

"Jia Er, please explain clearly."

"Yes, second brother, when did you know? How did you know?"

Jiang Yunchu knocked on the table lightly and looked at the noisy people below, "Quiet."

Although the children's faces were filled with anxiety, they all calmed down. Everyone looked at Jia Chuan quietly, but no longer spoke.

Jiang Yunchu sighed and looked at the children, "Do you believe him?"

"letter."

This time, none of the children hesitated and all spoke in unison.

Although they were anxious, knowing or not knowing would result in different final results, but they knew Jia Chuan loved Daning so much that it was impossible for him to commit treason.

"I'm very relieved."

Jiang Yunchu smiled gently and looked at the eleven people. Even in this situation, even when Jia Chuan said that he knew it, they still chose to believe it.

Sometimes this belief is blind, but they prefer to follow their own hearts.

"Jia Chuan, tell me, you should give an explanation to these friends." Jiang Yunchu's voice was very light, but he never doubted it.

How could she not trust her own children?

"Last time I was on vacation, I happened to see my mother in my father's study, and she was drawing some things." Jia Chuan looked at his friends. This matter had been in his mind for a month. Although he was confused, he never expected this result.

"I came across it when I was looking for a book. My mother was very panicked and scared."

"Just hide the painting behind you."

Jia Chuan smiled. If he had thought of it at that time and stopped it, would things have been different?

"Although I was confused, that was my home and that was my mother, so I didn't think too much about it."

He closed his eyes and sat on the stool. He had thought of that scene countless times during these days. That scene was like a nightmare, nagging at his heart every day.

"When the soldiers surrounded the palace and the news about my parents came out, I thought of that scene. What else can't be explained?"

After he finished speaking, he sighed, and it seemed as if all the strength in his body had been released.

He is the son of a traitor.

He's a bastard.

He's a bad, wicked, bastard, damned guy.

Those people were not wrong!

It was his mother who stole the troop control map, and it was his father who didn't notice it. They are the sinners of Daning!

So is he!

How can he have the face to live in Daning and to be in this college?

How could he raise his head and face his companions, his teacher, and the dean...

A child who was just nine years old was struggling inside. All his thoughts, like horses being torn apart by five horses, kept tearing him apart and tearing him into pieces.

"But……"

At this time, he raised his head, walked past the desk, walked past his friends, and came in front of Jiang Yunchu.

He just knelt down straight, raised his head and looked at Jiang Yunchu.

"Dean, on the day I come, I kneel down and beg you to accept me."

"Today, I beg you to give up on me."

He raised his head stubbornly and looked into Jiang Yunchu's eyes. He did not cry, even though his eyes were red and even though he was reluctant to leave, he did not cry. He walked into the academy with his head lowered. Let him walk with his head held high.

"Want to go?"

Jiang Yunchu smiled gently, did not let him stand up, but just asked softly.

"Is my Chunhua College a place where you can come and go as you please?" She looked directly at Jia Chuan.

"Without me, no one can take you away, not even you yourself."

With just one word from her, all the strength that Jia Chuan had pretended to have disappeared like a flood.

"Dean, I will bring trouble to the school and my fellow students."

but……

"Jia Chuan." Jiang Yunchu stood up, walked in front of him, then reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up.

"My people, I trust."

"You should believe it too, your partner, your dean."

"Things haven't come to a conclusion yet, but there might be a chance for a turnaround. Besides... you're just a nine-year-old kid, what can you change?"

"Can you change your origin? Can you change your parents' choice? Or can you change the outcome?"

"you……"

Jiang Yunchu smiled gently, then rubbed his head, very gently and warmly, with a faint smile. Her eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, which made people feel hopeful when they saw them.

"Trust me."

"Even if you don't believe in yourself, you should believe in the dean."

Her voice was so gentle, the gentlest voice I had ever heard. She was always strict, always indifferent, and always indifferent.

But this time, she was so gentle, and everyone's eyes were on them.

Believe me!

Even if you don't believe in yourself, you should believe in the dean.

These two gentle words seemed to be planted in the children's hearts. When they were confused, when they wanted to give up, they would always think of today.

Dean, let them believe it.

They can doubt themselves, but they cannot doubt the dean, because...

They are the dean's students, children that the dean has cultivated bit by bit with great effort.