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

Inside the school, the sound of students reading aloud could be heard continuously.

The adorable baby sat obediently in his seat, carefully following Master Chen's calligraphy practice, stroke by stroke.

He had imagined that the school would be just as his mother had described, filled with laughter and joy, and that he would make many new friends.

But reality dealt him a heavy blow.

During recess, the little boy excitedly took out the snacks he had made himself, wanting to share them with his classmates.

The sweet osmanthus cake emitted an enticing aroma, and even Master Chen couldn't help but take a few more sniffs.

"Come, come, try my mom's osmanthus cake, it's so delicious!" The baby's bright eyes were full of anticipation.

However, the surrounding students avoided his gaze, and some even whispered among themselves.

"Isn't his mother the divorced princess?" "I heard she's a jinx to husbands; whoever gets involved with her is doomed!" These words, like sharp needles, pierced the young boy's heart.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the osmanthus cake in his hand became heavy.

Even worse was Young Master Zhang, who, relying on being Dean Liu's nephew, acted arrogantly and domineeringly in the school, and his classmates all kept their distance from him.

He walked up to the little boy, snatched the osmanthus cake from his hand, and slammed it to the ground, saying contemptuously, "You think you're worthy to play with us? Don't you know who you are!"

The baby's eyes immediately reddened, and tears welled up in them.

He bit his lip tightly to keep the tears from falling.

He remembered his mother saying that a man does not easily shed tears.

But he was really wronged!

After school, the little boy walked home alone in silence.

As the sun set, it cast a long shadow of him, making him appear exceptionally lonely.

He lowered his head, kicking at the pebbles by the roadside, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

When he got home, he locked himself in his room without saying a word.

Lin Qin noticed something was wrong with her baby and gently knocked on the door. "Baby, what's wrong? Tell Mommy."

The baby suddenly opened the door, rushed into Lin Qin's arms, and burst into tears.

"Mother, they...they said... Waaaaah..."

"Shh, don't cry, tell me slowly, what happened?" Lin Qin hugged the baby tenderly and gently patted his back.

The little boy told Lin Qin about what had happened at school in fits and starts.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qin's face darkened. "Young Master Zhang? Dean Liu?" A cold glint flashed in her eyes. "It seems some people won't learn their lesson until they see the coffin..."

After listening to the baby's tearful complaint, Lin Qin gently wiped away the tears from his face.

"Baby, don't be afraid, Mother will get justice for you." She

The next day, Lin Qin brought her baby to the school.

During the break between classes, she walked up to Mr. Zhang with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhang, I heard you really like osmanthus cake?"

Young Master Zhang scoffed, "Hmph, who cares about your lousy pastries!"

Lin Qin wasn't angry and continued, "I have a box of special osmanthus cake here, made with the petals of a century-old osmanthus tree. It tastes exceptionally sweet. Would you like to try some?"

Upon hearing about the century-old osmanthus, Young Master Zhang immediately became interested.

He snatched the pastry from Lin Qin's hand and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Lin Qin asked with a smile.

Just as Young Master Zhang was about to offer his praise, he suddenly felt an itch in his throat, followed by a rash that appeared on his face, causing him unbearable itching.

"Ah! My face! It's so itchy!" Young Master Zhang covered his face and rolled on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding schoolchildren quickly retreated, fearing they might be infected.

Lin Qin feigned surprise, "Oh dear, Young Master Zhang, what's wrong with you? Could it be that you're allergic to osmanthus?"

Only then did Young Master Zhang realize that he had been tricked by Lin Qin.

He pointed at Lin Qin, and said angrily, "You...you actually dared to frame me!"

Lin Qin shrugged. "I didn't frame you. You wanted to eat it yourself. I told you before that this osmanthus cake is made with century-old osmanthus flowers. Some people are allergic to osmanthus and will get rashes if they eat it."

At this moment, Master Chen walked over and, seeing Zhang Gongzi's appearance, sternly rebuked him: "Zhang Gongzi, as a student, how can you be so unruly? What kind of behavior is this!"

Young Master Zhang was criticized by everyone and felt extremely ashamed, so he slunk out of the school.

For the next few days, Zhu Ling personally took the little boy to school every day, read and wrote with him, and told him stories.

The father and son became a heartwarming sight in the school.

One day after school, Dean Liu called Mengbao to his office and said, “Young master, I see that you are very talented. Why don’t you transfer to our family’s academy? There are better teachers and a better learning environment there.”

The little boy blinked his big eyes and shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, Dean, but I like the school and the teacher I have now."

Dean Liu's face darkened. "Young Master, you should think this through..." His tone carried a hint of threat.

The little boy clenched his fists, his eyes fixed firmly on Dean Liu...

Dean Liu squinted his shrewd little eyes, sizing up the adorable baby like an old fox.

His tone was slow, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Young master, you must understand that some paths, once chosen wrong, offer no turning back. Our family's academy is your true home."

The air seemed to freeze; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The little boy's heart was pounding. Dean Liu's words felt like a boulder pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

Her small body trembled slightly, but her eyes were unusually firm.

"Dean, I think it's great here." The little boy tried to make his voice sound calm. He remembered his mother saying that the more afraid you are, the braver you should be.

"The teachers here are very good, and the students are very friendly."

Dean Liu sneered. He knew this child was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect him to be so stubborn.

His displeasure deepened, and his tone grew even colder: "Since that's the case, then you should think it over carefully. Some things aren't as simple as you think they will be."

The baby felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

He pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word.

He knew that he might face more unexpected troubles next.

However, the little one was not intimidated by Dean Liu's threats.

He studied even harder, arriving at school first every day, listening attentively, and actively answering questions, as if he wanted to transform all his grievances into motivation for learning.

Master Chen was very pleased with Mengbao's serious attitude and praised him many times in class.

The other students were also inspired by the little boy's enthusiasm for learning and began to listen attentively.

Even more surprisingly, even the most mischievous young master Zhang had to tone down his behavior after seeing the baby's progress.

He hides in a corner every day, secretly studying hard, afraid of being left behind by the adorable baby.

The child's courage and excellence were like a spring breeze, dispelling the gloom in the school.

The students stopped discussing his background and instead genuinely admired his talent.

The school was once again filled with the sound of students reading aloud and cheerful laughter.

Zhu Ling watched as the baby grew more and more confident each day, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

He knew that his son was by no means a pushover.

That day, Lin Qin picked up Mengbao after school as usual.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the baby, giving him a golden glow.

He ran excitedly towards Lin Qin, clutching the homework he had completed that day tightly in his hand.

"Mommy, look, the teacher praised me again today!" The little boy raised his face, his expression full of pride.

Lin Qin patted his head and smiled gently, "My darling is so wonderful!"

Just then, Steward Zhou rushed over, panting, and said, "Your Highness, the Prince requests that you and the young master go to the study immediately, saying that... a distinguished guest has arrived."

"A distinguished guest? Could it be..." Lin Qin's heart stirred, as if she had thought of something.

She glanced at the adorable baby.

Inside and outside the school, the situation changed dramatically. The admissions offices of various universities seemed to smell honey, abandoning their previous underhanded competition and baring their fangs to "snatch" students.

"Oh my, isn't this Master Chen? Your little temple is probably too small to accommodate our adorable little Buddha!" ​​A plump old man dressed in fine clothes, waving a fan with gold trim, smiled so wide that his eyes disappeared. He was the headmaster of the "Golden Jade Academy" run by the richest man in the east of the city.

"Hmph, Dean Li, your academy is full of spoiled brats. What good students can you possibly produce? Our 'Qingyun Academy' is much more suitable for the young master!" An old man with white hair and an air of otherworldly wisdom stroked his beard, looking arrogant. He was none other than the headmaster of "Qingyun Academy".

"Stop arguing! Our 'Hanlin Academy' is the legitimate one! Young master, as long as you come, your tuition will be waived, and we'll even give you ten thousand taels of gold!" A middle-aged man with a mustache spoke so loudly it sounded like he was arguing. He was the dean of studies at "Hanlin Academy".

For a time, the school gate was bustling with activity. Admissions officers from various universities were arguing excitedly, each trying to portray their own academy as the "number one academy in the universe," unique in the world.

The air was thick with the smell of intense competition, drawing the attention of passersby.

The little boy was startled by this sudden "enthusiasm." Like a frightened little rabbit, he hid behind Lin Qin, his little hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

He blinked his big eyes, watching the admissions staff arguing heatedly, and felt his head buzzing, louder than a teacher's lecture.

"Oh dear, young master, don't be afraid! Our 'Golden Jade Academy' has the latest stationery set, guaranteeing that your calligraphy will be divinely inspired!"

"Young master, our 'Hanlin Academy' has the most professional horsemanship and archery instructors, guaranteeing you will excel in both literature and martial arts!"

When the recruiters saw that the little one was unmoved, they all pulled out their "secret weapons," offering all sorts of tempting conditions as if they were free, wishing they could pack the little one up and take him away immediately.

The frenzy was even fiercer than when people were scrambling to buy New Year's goods.

The little boy was so noisy that his ears were almost deafened. He secretly covered his ears, his little face scrunched up, as if he could see flies buzzing everywhere in the sky, making a headache.

These colorful "sugar-coated bullets" did not make him happy at all; on the contrary, they annoyed him, extremely annoyed him, and annoyed him even more!

At this moment, Zhu Ling walked over. His eyes were sharp as he swept his gaze over the noisy recruiters and said coldly, "Enough!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sharp sword, instantly silencing the chaotic scene.

Lin Qin's heart softened when she saw the baby's furrowed brows. She patted the baby's head and asked softly, "Baby, do you like it here?"

The baby didn't say anything, but just silently shook his head and then hugged Lin Qin's leg tightly.

Looking at the baby's forlorn eyes, Lin Qin seemed to have made a decision.

As night fell, the little one lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The daytime hustle and bustle still seemed to echo in my ears, with admissions officers from various universities arguing fiercely over him.

He pouted, a slight annoyance rising in his heart. All this noisy fighting was really tiring him.

He doesn't like being treated like merchandise, fought over and snatched away by others.

At that moment, he remembered what his mother had once said: to listen to the voice of your heart.

His brows furrowed tightly as he began to seriously consider his choice. Tomorrow, he was determined to quiet those noisy people down.