Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight poured unreservedly onto the blue bricks and gray tiles of the college, shrouding the entire campus in a warm atmosphere.

During lunch break, the classroom is noisy and bustling with students chatting in groups of two or three, or taking advantage of this free time to rest and relax.

The lunch box flew straight out and fell to the ground with a clang.

The lid of the lunch box was thrown open and the food inside was scattered all over the floor.

Zheng Zhihuan looked at the food that fell on the ground, and the smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by full of heartache.

There was a look of near despair in his eyes, as if he had lost something extremely precious.

He stood up slowly, his hands trembling subconsciously, left his seat, and walked slowly towards where the food fell, step by step.

He squatted down and tried to pick up the food, muttering to himself, "My mother worked so hard to make this for me early in the morning, how can I let it go to waste like this..."

There was a slight tremor in his voice, which showed his reluctance to part with the food and his cherishment of his mother's love.

But just as he stretched out his hand and his fingertips were about to touch the food, several pairs of boots stepped on it without warning.

Several children gathered around, with mocking expressions on their faces as if they had discovered something funny.

The leading child, with a look of malicious delight on his face, stomped on the food vigorously, kicking it all over the place while shouting, "Humph, what a crappy meal! It's disgusting just to look at it, and you still want to eat it!"

Seeing this, the students around burst into laughter.

Zheng Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, kneeling on the ground blankly, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness, completely unaware of how to deal with this sudden malice.

The children seemed to feel that this was not satisfying enough, and their attention was soon attracted by the new bamboo pot on Zheng Zhihuan's table.

The bamboo pot was hand-woven by Zheng Zhihuan's mother. It was made of fresh bamboo from the doorstep. It was carefully polished and woven, and had the unique warmth of bamboo.

The bamboo pot is round and cute, with some simple patterns engraved on it, which represent his mother's love for him.

The children's eyes lit up all of a sudden, as if they had discovered some new treasure, and they shouted excitedly: "Look, this silly new bamboo pot, it must be very interesting, bring it over to us to play with it!"

Hearing the word "bamboo pot", Zheng Zhihuan, who was originally a little dull, suddenly exploded.

His eyes were wide open, burning with flames of anger. He held the bamboo pot tightly in both hands and swung it vigorously. The bamboo pot drew arcs in the air, trying to stop those who were approaching.

The previous bamboo pot was broken by them. It took his mother a long time to make it, which made him more determined to protect this bamboo pot.

Zheng Zhihuan's sudden resistance caught the people around him completely off guard.

They didn't expect that this "fool" who was always silent and allowed to be bullied would have such a violent reaction.

In the panic, several children were hit by the bamboo pot he was waving, and they stumbled and fell to the ground.

Although Zheng Zhihuan was mentally retarded, he was tall and strong, standing out among his peers.

This sudden change confused the people around. They stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Then they looked at the people lying on the ground and burst into laughter.

Hearing the teasing of their classmates around them, the children who fell to the ground blushed and were filled with anger and resentment.

They felt extremely insulted and were pushed down by a "fool". This was a great shame.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a fierce desire for revenge.

They thought to themselves that they must get back the face they lost from Zheng Zhihuan.

So, a group of people rushed up viciously and started beating and kicking Zheng Zhihuan.

Zheng Zhihuan tightly protected the bamboo pot in his hand, trying to use his body to build a protective wall for the bamboo pot, but he was ultimately no match for the siege of the crowd.

The new bamboo pot his mother had made for him was still knocked to the ground and ruthlessly crushed.

The bamboo pot made a "creaking" sound under everyone's feet.

Zheng Zhihuan seemed not to feel the pain in his body. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bamboo pot on the ground that had been completely destroyed. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.

He burst into tears, his face covered with snot and tears.

The newly bought clothes were also stained in the chaos, just like his broken heart at the moment.

His body kept shaking, and he kept muttering to himself: "Mom, the bamboo pot is broken, broken again..."

Zhang Xianhuai and Hu Lingyun, who were standing outside the classroom window, saw the scene clearly.

The two men's faces turned pale in an instant, and their hearts were filled with anger and pity.

They looked at each other and wanted to rush into the classroom to stop the violence without hesitation.

But just as they took a step forward, a strong hand reached out and stopped them.

The two turned around and saw that it was Li Chengqian.

His face was calm as water, but his eyes were so deep that they were hard to read.

He glanced at Hu Lingyun and said in a low but unquestionable voice: "Go, do what you need to do."

Hu Lingyun's face was full of anxiety. He glanced at His Majesty, then turned to look at Zheng Zhihuan who was being bullied in the classroom, his eyes full of struggle.

He could not understand why the benevolent and generous Majesty wanted to stop them at this moment.

His lips trembled slightly as he softly called out to Li Chengqian, "Your Majesty..."

"Go, I'll take care of it."

Li Chengqian's voice remained steady.

Looking at Li Chengqian's unquestionable eyes, although Hu Lingyun was full of resentment, she could only leave helplessly.

Li Chengqian turned to look at Zhang Xianhuai, "Xianhuai, go get someone to block the entrance to the academy. Today, no one is allowed to leave the academy without my permission."

"Also, thoroughly investigate the families of these children for me."

"Also, send a letter to Chang'an and ask Zhang San to come over."

Zhang Xianhuai understood and nodded, then turned around and walked away quickly, following Hu Lingyun's pace.

Their figures quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only Li Chengqian standing quietly outside the window, watching everything in the classroom.

Li Chengqian looked at the chaotic scene in the classroom with a calm expression.

He was not cold-hearted. In his view, these were just minor incidents.

He wanted to take this opportunity to see how far the evil of human nature could go, which would be of great reference value for him to improve the law in the future.

Only by deeply understanding the weaknesses and dark side of human nature can we formulate more just and reasonable laws and enable people to live in a fair and harmonious society.

The noise in the classroom became louder and louder, with the sounds of tables and chairs colliding, shouting, and crying intertwined together, which naturally attracted the teacher's attention.

The head teacher of their class was a female teacher who was only about thirty years old and in the prime of her youth.

She was wearing a plain long dress, the hem of which swayed gently as she walked. Her hair was tied up high in a bun with a simple jade hairpin inserted in it.

At this moment, she just walked to the classroom door and saw Li Chengqian standing outside the corridor, and her heart was suddenly shocked.

But then, she frowned and looked at Li Chengqian. However, she did not approach him to speak to him. Instead, she hurried into the classroom, ready to stop the chaos.