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Zong Zhenping nodded. "My father is going to court the day after tomorrow. I'll tell him I'm coming to visit you then."

"Okay, you said it, a gentleman's word is his bond." Zheng Zhian had no problem tricking him.

"A promise made in heaven is hard to keep." Zong Zhenping hadn't expected this little princess to be so clever, understanding this meaning at such a young age.

And so the two of them chatted, one genuinely naive and the other feigning naivety.

The more Zong Zhenping talked, the more he felt that she was just as smart as him. He had thought that he was the only one who was a freak who could recite ancient poems by heart at the age of three. Now it seemed that it was just that those children were not very smart.

After the banquet, Zheng Zhian was so tired that he fell asleep in Zheng Hongyuan's arms after a while.

The next day, after the morning court session.

Inside the imperial study, Liu Fuquan dared not breathe as he watched the two men, who were on the verge of exchanging blows. The emperor's face had darkened, but the princess lay on the couch, seemingly unconcerned.

“I’m not going.” Zheng Zhian lay on the couch with her little feet up, looking completely fearless.

They made her go to the study, where she would sit for hours on end, listening to all sorts of classical Chinese texts. She had had enough of three years of torment, and now all she wanted was a perfect childhood.

I'd rather die than go!

Zheng Hongyuan withdrew his deliberately stern handsome face, picked up the memorial beside him and looked at it, saying casually, "It's fine if you don't go!"

Zheng Zhian's legs stopped shaking, and he sat up to look at him as if he were a rare species.

Did you change your mind today?

Without even looking, Zheng Hongyuan knew what the little guy was thinking.

“You’re so young, you really don’t need to go so early. Let’s wait until you’re older to learn martial arts.” Zheng Hongyuan spoke in a tone that was completely in a way that made him very understanding of Zheng Hongyuan’s feelings.

Knowing that she is now focused on learning martial arts, he actually used this as a threat; he's truly cunning and shrewd.

Upon hearing the Emperor's words, Liu Fuquan turned to look at the little figure who was slowly climbing down from his bed, looking as if he had known it all along.

The emperor is the emperor; only he can have the stubborn little princess completely under his thumb.

After Zheng Zhian settled in, he glared at the person in front of the desk, grinding his back teeth loudly. "Go now."

Standing to the side, Liu Fuquan watched as the little princess stormed off in a huff, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up. He caught a glimpse of the Emperor's glance out of the corner of his eye, coughed lightly, and immediately regained his composure.

Xiao Linzi led her all the way to the study, which was not just a single room, but was divided into a preschool and a university.

Looking at the studies on both sides, Zheng Zhian didn't want to go into either one.

Looking through the window to the left, you can see three little boys swaying their heads and reciting, "Brothers should be friendly, younger brothers should be respectful, brothers should be harmonious, filial piety is in the heart..."

On the right is an old gentleman's question: "Yesterday I asked you to review the ancient saying, 'Do not befriend others based on their age, status, or brotherhood.' Can anyone answer what it means?"

Clearly, the two sides were at different paces of instruction, so Zheng Zhian walked to the right without hesitation.

When no one answered after she finished speaking inside, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Hello, sir, I'm here to attend the lecture."

The voice instantly broke the thoughts of the people in the inner room. The three people sitting at the lower end were older than the little boy next door, but they all looked at the door with some dissatisfaction, and their eyes turned from dissatisfaction to surprise.

Why did she come here?

Even Yang Xin, the teacher in the hall, did not expect that the emperor had said a few days ago that he wanted to send Princess Le'an to the Imperial Study, but he did not say which courtyard. They thought that the princess was of age and would naturally go to the primary school.

Old Yan from the preschool has been so worried these past few days that he's lost a lot of hair. What did I say to him back then?

"Sir?" Zheng Zhian stood obediently at the door, his hands behind his back.

Teachers, regardless of the era, have a natural sense of restraint, except for Zheng Zhi'an, who simply needs to maintain her persona.

With a goatee, a serious expression, and his hair neatly tied back, he looked like a teacher who was difficult to get along with. Is it too late for him to regret it now?

Yang Xin snapped out of his daze and subconsciously stroked his beard, trying to make his tone more amiable. "Princess Le'an, the elementary school is across the street. You've come to the wrong classroom."

Perhaps because he rarely does this on purpose, Zheng Zhian found his half-smiling face quite awkward and rather jarring!

"No, sir, I'm coming to graduate school."

"Then..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the second princess in the middle, who raised her voice, "Zheng Zhian, how old are you to want to go to university?"

Zheng Zijia snorted lightly, clearly unconvinced.

In the past, she needed to be tested by the master to enter this place, and it wasn't until this year that the master reluctantly let her pass. Why should she be able to enter directly? Is it because of the emperor's favor?

Hearing this, Zheng Zhian looked at her with disdain and sighed helplessly. Why was this little brat so hostile towards him?

She looked at Yang Xin with an innocent and bewildered expression. "Sir, I'm three years old. Can't I come in?"

Looking at her innocent and naive appearance, Yang Xin thought it best to let the little princess come in first and listen with her for a while. If she didn't understand, she would naturally leave. Children are the most fickle.

If she cries and throws a tantrum because I refused, then I'll be the one with the headache.

"Please come in and find a seat."

These words surprised the eldest and third princes standing nearby, as Mr. Xin was not usually such an easy person to talk to.

Zheng Zhian went in without any psychological pressure and went straight to the back seat. When she passed Zheng Zijia in the middle, she completely ignored her fiery expression. Before she could even sit down, angry questions rang out again.

“Sir, this is unfair. You said yourself that if someone couldn’t pass your test, they wouldn’t be allowed to study together. Now you’ve let her in without even giving her a test. I’m not having it.”

Her anger and the deep doubt in her eyes deepened the lines between Yang Xin's brows.

Putting everything else aside, it's already quite impressive that a three-year-old can recite a complete ancient poem. What else do you want to test?

However, it was indeed he who said the test: "Princess Le'an, what poems can you recite? Or even the Hundred Family Surnames?" These are the most common forms of early education, and the Emperor must have taught her those.

Zheng Zhian, who was feeling annoyed that the desk was taller than her, couldn't help but glance at the ceiling, then turned around and said with a serious expression, "Fine."

Her soft, sweet childlike voice drifted slowly from inside the room: "Boiling beans to make soup, straining the beans to make juice... We are all born from the same root, why are you so eager to harm each other?"

The sound faded into silence.

"Pfft~"

Seeing the eldest prince's smile, Zheng Zijia's face darkened even more.

Yang Xin looked at her in surprise and nodded, gesturing for her to sit down.

"The teacher didn't test us in such a simple way back then."

The voice sounded jarring to Yang Xin's ears, and his expression darkened. "What do you intend to do?"

Zheng Zijia turned to look at the little person behind her, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust. "If the teacher tests her like he does for us, and she can't answer, then let her get out of here."

Zheng Zhian took her attitude towards him as just a child's jealousy from not receiving fatherly love for a long time, and didn't take it to heart at all.

Someone in those little rascals' houses over there is crying, and you can hear the crying all over here. It's definitely more suitable to have class and sleep here.

But why is she so aggressive at such a young age, since she can't stand to see me here?

Well—I'm going to stay here anyway!

She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Sir, take the test."