After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

Lin Qin looked around warily, trying to find the mysterious figure, but found that the person had disappeared without a trace.

A sense of unease rose in her heart. Was the enrollment turmoil not over yet?

At this moment, Zhu Ling walked over and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Lin Qin told him what she had just discovered, and Zhu Ling frowned and said in a deep voice, "It seems that someone doesn't want Mengbao to be able to enroll smoothly."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Steward Zhou rushed over, looking anxious: "Your Highness, this old servant has something important to report!"

"Speak," Zhu Ling said coldly.

"This old servant has heard that the young master has received his admission notice, but that school... is really not suitable for him!" Steward Zhou said with a worried expression. "This old servant begs Your Highness to reconsider and choose another prestigious school!"

Lin Qin sneered inwardly. It seemed that this housekeeper was the representative of that "new force".

She wanted to see what tricks they could pull.

"Oh? What brilliant idea does Steward Zhou have?" Zhu Ling looked at Steward Zhou with a half-smile, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"Your Highness, this old servant believes that the young master is exceptionally intelligent and should be admitted to the best royal academy in the capital, so as not to disappoint Your Highness's expectations!" Steward Zhou spoke righteously and solemnly, as if everything was for the sake of the adorable child's future.

Lin Qin sneered inwardly. Wasn't this Royal Academy the school that Zhu Ling had always wanted?

It seems that the butler is trying to guess the emperor's intentions this week and wants to curry favor with Zhu Ling!

Before she could retort, Zhu Ling spoke first: "Steward Zhou, I remember you didn't say that before."

Steward Zhou's expression changed, and he stammered, "This old servant...this old servant just..."

"Just what?" Zhu Ling pressed closer, his tone carrying a hint of pressure.

Butler Zhou had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were darting around nervously.

He looked to Lin Qin for help, hoping she could get him out of this predicament.

Lin Qin simply held the baby and watched coldly, showing no intention of intervening.

"It seems Butler Zhou has some unspeakable troubles," Zhu Ling said with a cold smile. "Why don't you tell us so we can all hear it?"

Butler Zhou's face turned ashen, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Qin felt secretly pleased. It seemed that Butler Zhou had been used as a pawn and was now in a dilemma, unable to back down.

She gently patted the baby's head and whispered, "Sweetie, it seems someone doesn't want you to go to the school you like."

The adorable child blinked their big eyes and asked innocently, "Why?"

Lin Qin smiled and said, "Because they think you should go to a 'better' school."

"But I like my current school." The little boy pouted, looking aggrieved.

Lin Qin gently patted his head and said, "Don't worry, Mother will fight for you."

She raised her head, her gaze resolute as she looked at Zhu Ling, and said, "Your Highness, I have already given careful consideration to Mengbao's school enrollment..." She pulled a thick stack of papers from her sleeve, "This is..."

Lin Qin pulled out a thick stack of papers from her sleeve. "These are records of Mengbao's performance in the trial classes at various academies, as well as the evaluations of the teachers. Although the Royal Academy has a prestigious reputation, its teaching methods are too rigid and not suitable for Mengbao's lively and active personality."

She handed the documents to Zhu Ling and continued, "Although this academy is not large, it focuses on the individual development of students and encourages them to explore freely, which is exactly what Mengbao needs."

Zhu Ling took the documents and began to carefully review them.

He originally thought Lin Qin was just doing it for her own selfish reasons, wanting her baby to go to the school she liked. He didn't expect her to have done such a detailed investigation, and he couldn't help but feel more respect for her.

Butler Zhou watched in horror. He hadn't expected Lin Qin to have such a trick up her sleeve, and now he was completely speechless.

"Your Highness, look..." Steward Zhou still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

Zhu Ling waved his hand, interrupting him, "Steward Zhou, I appreciate your kindness, but the education of our little one should be decided by me and the Princess together."

Butler Zhou looked ashen-faced. Knowing that all was lost, he could only retreat dejectedly.

After reading the documents, Zhu Ling looked up, her eyes filled with admiration. "Qin'er, you did a great job."

Lin Qin smiled slightly, a huge weight finally lifted from her heart.

"Mommy is the best!" The little one cheered happily, hugged Lin Qin's neck and kissed her.

Zhu Ling felt a warm feeling well up in her heart as she watched the mother and son being affectionate.

He stepped forward and embraced Lin Qin and the baby. The family of three hugged tightly, creating a heartwarming and harmonious scene that touched many.

Night had fallen, and the palace was completely silent.

A dark figure silently slipped into the baby's room, holding a letter in its hand...

"Young master, someone asked me to give you this letter..." the shadowy figure said in a low voice.

As night deepened, the Prince's mansion fell silent, save for the occasional sound of the night watchman's clapper.

A dark figure silently crept into the baby's room, clutching a letter in its hand, moving about like a ghost.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell on the baby's face. He was fast asleep, his little mouth slightly pouting, like a ripe cherry.

The shadowy figure walked to the bedside and, in the dim light, made out the handwriting on the envelope: To be opened by the young master.

"Young master, someone asked me to give you this letter..." The shadowy figure lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping child, or as if he was concealing his identity.

His voice was hoarse and low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

The baby rolled over, groggily opened his eyes, and saw a dark figure standing by the bed. He was instantly terrified, his big, round eyes filled with fear.

The shadowy figure handed the envelope to the little boy. "Young master, after reading this letter, you'll know what to do."

The little boy trembled as he took the envelope. By the moonlight, he saw that there was only a thin piece of paper inside, with a few crooked words written on it: If you don't want anything to happen to your mother, be a good boy and don't go to that academy!

The little baby's hands gripped the envelope tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Although he was young, he understood what the letter meant.

His breathing became rapid, and his small chest heaved violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

After the shadowy figure finished reading the letter, he left the room silently, just as he had come, without leaving any trace.

The little boy clutched the envelope tightly, tears silently streaming down his face.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't want anything to happen to his mother, but he also didn't want to give up his dreams.

He curled up on the bed, his small body trembling, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness.

The next morning, Lin Qin noticed that her baby's eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying, so she asked with concern, "Baby, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

After hesitating for a moment, the little girl finally decided to tell Lin Qin what happened last night.

He handed the letter to Lin Qin, his voice trembling as he said, "Mother, someone doesn't want me to go to that academy..."

After reading the letter, Lin Qin's expression immediately turned serious.

She never expected that the other party would use such despicable means to threaten the baby.

She hugged her baby tightly and gently comforted him, "Baby, don't be afraid, Mommy will protect you."

Lin Qin was not intimidated by this sudden threat; instead, it fueled her fighting spirit.

She's not someone to be trifled with; she'll show them that she's not someone to be messed with!

She thought of the envoys and nobles from various countries she had met through culinary diplomacy; these connections were not just for show.

She immediately wrote several letters and had them sent out.

"Hmph, trying to play dirty tricks on me? You're still too green!" Lin Qin's lips curled into a cold smile.

When the news reached those people, they were all stunned.

They never expected Lin Qin to have such a trick up her sleeve.

They originally thought Lin Qin was just an ordinary peasant woman, but they never expected her to have such a powerful background.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Who...who exactly is she?"

Lin Qin felt a secret thrill at their astonished expressions.

She slowly walked up to them and said in an icy tone, "Now, are you still going to stop the little one from enrolling in school?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, not daring to utter another word.

Lin Qin sneered, turned and left, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air:

"The fun has just begun..."

On the day my son started school, the sun shone exceptionally brightly, as if even the heavens were happy for him.

Lin Qin specially dressed him in a newly made scholar's outfit and put a small square scarf on his head, making him look incredibly cute. He was simply the epitome of an adorable and academically gifted student.

Zhu Ling, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, still had that "domineering CEO" look, but with a touch more tenderness in his eyes, making him look just like a "doting dad".

The entrance to the university was bustling with people.

Lin Qin held the baby's little hand, with Zhu Ling following closely behind. The family of three looked like a "celebrity family," instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Look, it's the prince and princess, and their little prince is just too cute!" Exclamations of surprise came from the crowd from time to time, and some bold girls secretly took out handkerchiefs to wipe their mouths, clearly captivated by the adorable baby.

The adorable baby skipped and jumped excitedly the whole way, like a happy little bird, and would occasionally turn around and make faces at Lin Qin and Zhu Ling, which warmed their hearts.

Upon entering the academy, a lush green scene greeted the eyes: verdant trees, exquisite pavilions, and the sound of students reading aloud, all of which filled the little one with immense wonder.

Inside the school, the teacher had been waiting for a long time.

He was an elderly man with white hair and beard, who looked like a hermit, with the air of a sage.

Upon seeing the adorable child, a hint of admiration flashed in the teacher's eyes. "This must be the young master! He is indeed exceptionally gifted!"

The adorable baby grinned foolishly at the teacher without any regard for his image, while Lin Qin couldn't stop laughing.

Zhu Ling looked at the little boy with a serious expression, as if to say, "Kid, study hard, don't embarrass your old man!"

After completing the enrollment procedures, Lin Qin and Zhu Ling exchanged a smile as they watched their adorable child happily carrying his little backpack and walking briskly into the school.

At that moment, they seemed to see what the baby would look like in the future: a spirited and talented young man.

With her child successfully enrolled in school, Lin Qin's career also ushered in a new phase of development.

Her "Rural Lifestyle Center" business is booming, attracting countless customers.

Her culinary diplomacy was also a great success. Envoys and nobles from various countries praised her cuisine and expressed their willingness to cooperate with her in the long term.

Lin Qin made a fortune as a result, truly realizing her dream of "winning life without lifting a finger".

However, just as everything was going in a positive direction, an undercurrent was quietly brewing.

"Young master, I've heard that your mother..."