A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

"Just because her dad is the head of the teaching department?" Niannian turned her head with a puzzled look and stared at Zhou Xiaofa with her big eyes.

Zhou Xiao quickly shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"No, no, no... things aren't that simple. The reason isn't just because her father is the head of the teaching department!"

The more important reason is that her mother is none other than Fu Mingyue, the heiress of the renowned Fu Group!

Upon hearing this, Niannian was so surprised that her jaw almost dropped, and her mouth opened so wide that an egg could fit inside.

"what???"

She cried out in disbelief, "How could this be? My own mother is clearly Fu Mingyue!"

What is going on?

Filled with suspicion, Nian Nian couldn't help but continue to press for answers:

"That's not right! As far as I know, Fu Mingyue should have married Jian Xiaohan from NJ Company! Could there be another story behind this?"

Zhou Xiao nodded excitedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes! It was Qian Fangfang who told me herself. She said it was just a business marriage."

"Oh my, Niannian, what a coincidence! I never expected you to believe in Jian too!"

Niannian couldn't help but smile slightly after hearing this. How could it not be a coincidence! After all, her father was Jian Xiaohan, and her mother was Fu Mingyue.

It was just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse...

Although she appeared calm on the surface, deep inside, Niannian was actually experiencing a turbulent storm.

This was the first time in her life she had encountered such a dramatic incident involving a real and a fake heiress, which she found truly novel and interesting.

Perhaps it was because her grandfather was a low-key person that he didn't publicize the matter much when she enrolled.

Niannian coughed lightly twice, then let out a dry laugh: "Haha, it is quite a coincidence..."

While secretly chuckling to herself, she turned her gaze to Zhou Xiao, feigning interest, and asked curiously:

"So, did Qian Fangfang tell you all of this by herself?"

Zhou Xiao nodded slightly in agreement, a hint of pity in his eyes, and gazed quietly at Nian Nian's face as he said:

"That's right, Niannian. Almost every student in the school knows about this, so no one dares to mess with her on a normal day."

I must say, you really went too far this time... oh dear! I hope she didn't go too far.

Niannian's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile. However, the smile remained only on the surface, while she had already made a plan deep in her heart.

Are all the students here idiots? They believe everything Qian Fangfang says...

She responded firmly and resolutely:

"Thank you so much for telling me all this, Zhou Xiao. But don't worry, I'm not afraid of her at all."

Then she stopped talking and lowered her head to continue tidying up her belongings in an orderly manner.

Just then, a clear and melodious school bell suddenly rang out, like a lightning bolt piercing the sky, instantly spreading throughout the entire campus.

Upon hearing the bell, the students sprang into action, hurrying back to their seats.

In the blink of an eye, the once noisy and chaotic classroom gradually returned to a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, filled with a tense yet focused learning atmosphere.

Nian Nian listened intently to the teacher's eloquent explanation on the podium, her pen scratching away at important points in her notebook.

But at the same time, her clever and quick-witted little brain never stopped working, constantly racking her brains to figure out how to ruin Qian Fangfang's image...

It wouldn't be fun if only grandpa or dad came to the school to announce it.

If you're going to play, play big...

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him...

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Several days later, Guangling Kingdom once again welcomed a bitterly cold morning.

The sky was overcast, with heavy, leaden-gray clouds pressing down overhead...

Pei Yunjing, draped in a thick fur coat, stood quietly by the window of the bedchamber.

Although he was only thirteen years old, his tall and slender figure appeared somewhat lonely in the cold wind, and his deep eyes gazed into the distance.

The freezing rain mixed with snowflakes fell down, mercilessly pounding on the already withered flowers in the courtyard.

They shivered in the cold wind, their petals scattered and broken, like pieces of a shattered heart.

"Why is the weather so strange this year!" Pei Yunjing couldn't help but sigh softly.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence, followed by an anxious report from outside the door:

"Report... Your Highness, a riot has broken out in the city! A large crowd of people is currently blocking the palace gates and stopping passing carriages, frantically looting the grain on them..."

Upon hearing this news, Pei Yunjing's expression instantly turned serious, and his two sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly together.

"What?! How could this happen!" he roared, then strode toward the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly reached out and pulled, and the door opened with a thud.

"Prepare horses for me immediately!" he shouted.

Before long, a magnificent horse with a bright coat was led to the palace gate.

Pei Yunjing nimbly mounted the horse, squeezed its flanks with his legs, and the horse neighed and galloped away like an arrow.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the empty streets, splashing up muddy water.

Before long, he arrived at the palace gate.

The scene before him made his heart tighten suddenly. The palace gate was crowded with people, and the noise and cries rose and fell.

These people all looked haggard, their faces filled with the pain of hunger and cold.

Their eyes revealed a deep despair and helplessness, as if they had been driven to the brink of despair.

Some of the people, holding rough wooden sticks and hard stones, waved their arms excitedly and shouted slogans continuously:

"Release the grain! Release the grain!"

Meanwhile, the palace guards stood in neat rows, holding long spears and shields, ready for battle.

They tried their best to maintain order at the scene, but they were clearly overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

Pei Yunjing dismounted and strode towards the crowd.

He knew that if this matter was not handled properly, the situation would spiral out of control.

He raised his voice and said loudly, "I am Pei Yunjing, the Sixth Prince. Tell me what you need!"

The noise from the crowd gradually subsided, and all eyes turned to Pei Yunjing.

An elderly man squeezed to the front and said in a trembling voice, "Sixth Prince, we did not intend to rebel, we simply cannot survive."

This year's harvest was dismal due to freezing rains, and grain prices have skyrocketed. We're starving and freezing, and our families are all desperately needing help!

Pei Yunjing felt a pang of sorrow. He knew the suffering of the people, but hadn't a batch of supplies and food been distributed just a few days ago?