The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

"What do you mean by unpleasant words? It's obvious that you can't explain anything." Mrs. Sun held her head high and looked down at the other students and their families standing below.

She hadn't noticed Lord Sun at all, and at this moment, he was about to bury his head in the ground. And then there was Sun Youliang. For the first time, he felt a little ashamed of his mother and inexplicably thought of Madam Shi, who was well-educated, polite, and a good housekeeper.

"This is Zhao Mingyang's answer sheet. It was just stepped on by another student, An Rutai. This is enough to prove that it was written by him personally and not replaced by someone else." Master Chen took the papers handed over by the little boy and displayed them one by one in front of everyone.

Many young masters in the audience echoed, "Yes, I was the one who picked up the test paper for Young Master Zhao!"

"I saw it too. I was wondering if I should ask him to change it. The young master didn't mind at all. He patted it, picked it up and started writing."

Seeing so many people testifying for him, Mrs. Sun stopped finding mistakes in the test questions and waved to her son Sun Youliang.

"Son, son, you are so knowledgeable. Come and see if this kid has any real talent."

Sun Youliang was filled with regret. He shouldn't have agreed to let his mother come along. He had no inkling of knowledge, so how could he understand the Zhihu people?

What's more, this place is full of the best people in their college. If I can't explain it clearly, I will definitely be laughed at by them.

These young masters didn't like to play with him in the first place. If he lost face here, he would not be able to hold his head up.

But his mother had already created this atmosphere, so he had no choice but to go ahead with it.

He stepped forward hesitantly, taking the heavy paper, his hands trembling. The handwriting alone was a thousand times better than his own clumsy handwriting.

Although I couldn't understand these convoluted questions, seeing his dense answers and neat handwriting, it was obvious that he wrote with divine intervention. The fear of being oppressed by the academic bully came over me.

Sun Youliang found it difficult to breathe, staring in disbelief at Zhao Mingyang, who was half a head shorter than him and eleven years his junior. He wondered bitterly, "Why is the gap between people so huge?"

Why was he born as a child of destiny? And why is he so knowledgeable and talented?

On the other hand, I was treated as an adopted son for the first ten years, raised by my mistress, doing things I didn't like, being disciplined every day, and having to look after others' faces every day. And my brain wasn't good enough, so why?

Although he was filled with resentment, he didn't show it on his face. He bowed respectfully to Zhao Mingyang and said, "Young Master Zhao is very knowledgeable and erudite. He has such a high level of knowledge at such a young age. I really admire him."

Zhao Mingyang gave him a fake smile and bowed back.

Madam Sun suddenly felt uneasy. Why didn't her son stand by her side? Was he also succumbing to the powerful?

After all, in her eyes, how could such a young child possibly possess so much knowledge? Furthermore, she always believed that her son was the most talented and could not imagine that someone could surpass her child in every aspect.

So, she felt that she was betrayed by her son, and with tears in her eyes, she looked at Sun Youliang with blame.

Sun Youliang, on the other hand, just wanted to run back down the mountain and hide in his bed. Ideally, he could escape to a place where no one knew him.

But Mrs. Sun didn't notice anything unusual about her son, and instead just kept crying.

"Yes, your father and I deceived the original one together. I was wrong to do that, but who was I doing this for? Wasn't it so that you could become the legitimate son?"

"Only by becoming the legitimate son can you inherit your father's official position and family business!"

"But you should never deny me just to win the favor of the nobles. I am seeking justice for you!" Mrs. Sun sat on the stone steps crying with tears and snot.

Lord Sun ignored him, and of course, no one knew where he had gone. Sun Youliang was left standing there with a red face, looking at his mother who had thrown a tantrum.

"Sun Youliang, I'm doing this all for you. I'm even fighting against the princess's children! Isn't it all so that you can have a chance to study here?"

"And yet you chose to lie openly to curry favor with the princess. I know you're so talented. How could you possibly be inferior to an 11-year-old?" Madam Sun looked at her son with deep sorrow. "And you just let him take your place in school?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!" At this time, Master Chen stood up.

"What I said is wrong?" Mrs. Sun shouted.

"Of course that's not true!" Even the kind-hearted Master Chen was so upset by Madam Sun that he beat his chest and stamped his feet. "Our Qingshan Academy has two opportunities to recruit students each year. There's no set number of places each time. As long as you can pass our test, you can enroll."

"And..." Master Chen looked at Zhao Mingyang and said hesitantly.

"And what? I can't tell you."

Seeing Mingyang nod, Master Chen smiled and said, "Besides, Zhao Mingyang is not studying here as a student, he is just studying here on loan."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, I knew it, how could that little kid be able to study in the same academy with my son? Hahahaha." Mrs. Sun laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes.

Master Zhang looked at it for a long time, and was already furious. He shouted angrily, "Whose family are you from? How dare you be so unruly? First you spoke against the princess's son, and then you keep slandering our Qingshan Academy. What is your intention?"

Madam Sun muttered for a long time without saying a word, but then she heard Master Zhang say, "When I said 'borrowed study', I didn't mean that Zhao Mingyang was not qualified to study at Qingshan Academy. Rather, we at Qingshan Academy are not qualified to teach him."

"What? Qingshan Academy is not qualified?"

"Is this true? Could it be that he is becoming a disciple of the Grand Master?"

"Isn't that too exaggerated?"

"Isn't he just a child? It's good enough that he can read."

The gossip of the people around was not loud, but everyone could hear it, including Mingyang's family.

At this time, Mingyue stood up.

She ran to the stairs, stumbling and falling. Mr. Chen hurried to help her, shouting in his heart, "Oh my little ancestor, slow down, slow down!"

Mingyue asked the two teachers to step back, stood at the front, and coughed twice. "Ahem, ahem, next, let me tell you all."

"My brother is really here to study. These two teachers must be my brother's senior brothers. My brother is the closed disciple of the current master Li!" Mingyue, a small figure, stood at the top with his hands on his hips, looking very imposing.

"What? Mr. Li? Is that the great scholar Mr. Li?" Everyone looked at Mingyang in confusion, their eyes full of uncertainty and envy.

"Yes!" Mingyang bowed to everyone.