Transmigrated into a Prosperous Farm Wife, Pampered, Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Prime Minister

Dean Bai was lost in thought when he heard this, and sat up straight.

"Xian'an, sit down and let's talk."

Xian An replied respectfully, "Dean, please stand."

"You've come to see me because you're preparing to leave?" Dean Bai knew this student.

The nephew of Consort Xian, one of the most dissolute young men in Shengjing, has done a lot of trouble with the support of the Consort.

For example, today he got into a verbal argument with the son of the Zhang family and was beaten up, so Lord Zhang tearfully begged for forgiveness before the emperor; tomorrow he got into a fight with the young master of the Li family over who was the most beautiful courtesan in a brothel and was beaten up, so Lord Li came to apologize; the day after tomorrow he saw someone doing something wrong in the bustling city and was beaten up...

That's right, while other playboys are always beating people, Xian'an is either being beaten or on his way to being beaten.

After the beating, they would complain to the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine, and then the family that beat the other would suffer some misfortune.

This person's main problem is his sharp tongue, which provokes people to fight. But the Emperor happens to like him; he can always please the Emperor. Furthermore, Consort Xian holds power in the harem, and the Xian family is no ordinary family.

But it happened so many times that even the emperor was annoyed. Anyone would be annoyed if it happened every few days.

Consort Xian thought that she couldn't let her nephew continue to be so idle, otherwise it would be difficult to arrange a marriage for him.

Let the Xian family send their nephew to Mishan Academy, so he can at least get a diploma. That way, arranging a position for him later will be more legitimate.

As a young master from a prominent family raised since childhood, even though he was proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, he still did not neglect his studies and easily got second place in the exam.

Logically speaking, the existence of such favoritism is unfair to other students.

But there is no such thing as absolute fairness. Where there are powerful people, there are privileges. This kind of thing is all too common.

Mishan Academy has been quite fair; at least it hasn't replaced the original candidates for the Xiucai degree. It's just that because of Xian'an, who was taught by a famous teacher since childhood, everyone else's ranking has to be pushed back.

That's how it is with studying at this time: if you have resources and connections, you'll have a higher starting point and progress faster than others.

This is why, with so few students in the north, academies were established on this side of Mi Mountain, which serves as the boundary.

However, to Dean Bai's surprise, Jiang Changtian actually came in first place.

No wonder he's a young man favored by his grandmaster; he truly has a talent for studying.

Getting back to the topic, Dean Bai already knew that Xian'an would probably be returning to the capital after the exam, and guessed that he had come to say goodbye.

Unexpectedly, Xian'an said, "Dean, I've decided to stay at the academy to study."

"Oh, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Dean Bai didn't seem to care about Xian'an's departure.

Anyway, for these people with connections, once they're in his academy, they can choose whether to study or not, as long as they don't cause trouble.

"Well... I think the academy is great, and my classmates are all very kind and honest, so I want to stay and continue my studies until the provincial examination is over before returning to the capital." Xian'an touched his nose.

This place is much more interesting than Shengjing; classmates here mostly talk the talk, not walk the walk.

"Since you've decided to stay, then study hard." Dean Bai told the others to go back.

After everyone left, Shi Luo emerged from behind the bookshelf, frowning.

"Dean, don't listen to his nonsense. He's staying here purely... purely because he's taken a liking to a girl."

Thinking back to Xian'an's two previous blissful expressions, Shi Luo felt that this was definitely the reason.

"Oh? Which family's girl have you taken a fancy to?" Dean Bai leaned forward, intrigued.

Shi Luo said seriously, "I don't know. Dean, I think you should call him back and give him a good scolding. With a family like the Xian family, how could any girl from Wuyun County be allowed to enter their home? Besides, the Xian family sent him here to study hard."

"Ahem, Shi Luo, everyone has their own karma. As teachers, we can offer guidance, but we shouldn't interfere too much." Dean Bai had originally wanted to hear some gossip but didn't get to.

Before Shi Luo could say anything more, Shi Feng and an old man wearing a large straw hat arrived.

Dean Bai immediately stood up to greet him, "Grandmaster, what brings you here?"

Old Xu strode in and sat down. "You're really something. To keep an eye on me, you send this brat to my restaurant every day to buy braised food. He's been eating it for so many days and he's still not tired of it? Coming again today?"

Dean Bai was taken aback. "I didn't ask Shi Feng to keep an eye on you, old man."

Shi Feng lowered his head and dared not utter a sound.

On the first day the braised meat was sold, he was so tempted by the smell that he couldn't resist it. After eating it twice, he became addicted and would secretly buy some when Lin Shuyun wasn't around. He never brought any for Dean Bai.

Today, Dean Bai asked him to buy some braised food, so he immediately went to his grandmaster's place. However, there was nothing to sell today, and his grandmaster even dragged him to the academy.

"Nothing to brats!" Old Xu rolled his eyes. "Give me two of your books."

Dean Bai thought Shi Feng had acted on his own initiative and glared at him. But when he heard that his master wanted the book, his heart clenched.

How did his grandmaster know that he had recently acquired two rare and unique books?

"Master, what do you need books for? You don't even read them." Dean Bai forced a smile.

Since his master's mind deteriorated, he has become like a child, unable to remember many things, and he no longer remembers that he is the retired emperor Xuanyuan Baye, only that his name is Xu Kun.

When the retired emperor was young, he used the alias Xu Kun when traveling incognito.

After the current emperor came of age, the retired emperor passed the throne to him and devoted himself to writing books and educating people, creating the Luming Academy, a sacred place that all scholars in the world yearn for.

Bai Heng is one of the outstanding graduates of Luming Academy.

He did not enter the imperial court, but he was a great Confucian scholar of his time, a renowned teacher whom many people would rather die than have. He only addressed the retired emperor as "teacher" to avoid suspicion.

In reality, there was no master-disciple relationship whatsoever; the retired emperor never took on any disciples.

Neither Shi Feng nor Shi Luo knew Old Man Xu's true identity; they genuinely believed he was Dean Bai's teacher.

In the past, Bai Heng would never have dared to refuse, but now the Emperor Emeritus is acting strangely.

If you take his rare copy, you might use it as toilet paper.

The degenerated emperor, whose mind has deteriorated, can even beg for food on the street; what else is he incapable of doing?

"Look at how stingy you are, asking for two books is like asking for your life." Old Xu rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

“Yun’s younger brother is very filial to me. Maybe he can get into the academy. I’ll take two books back for him to read, and then return them to you after he’s finished reading them.”

Dean Bai breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't his rare copy that he wanted.

"So this is the kind of book you wanted. Shi Luo, go and give the book you annotated before to your grandmaster."

Shi Luo hurriedly went to get the book.

"How have you been feeling lately? Have you been experiencing any discomfort?" Dean Bai asked with a smile, carefully inquiring about Old Xu's health.

After all, he was the one who brought the person out. The miracle doctor hasn't been found yet, and Director Zhang is still on his way. We absolutely can't afford any problems.

Old Xu poured himself a cup of tea. "How old am I? You say I'm old? You should look in the mirror and see yourself. Look at all those wrinkles on your face, they're like chrysanthemum petals..."

Dean Bai could no longer laugh.