After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

The shopkeepers, who had never seen him angry before, suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. Had something gone wrong somewhere?

While they were still wondering what had happened.

Zheng Jihua said fiercely, "Who do those guys think they are? How dare they treat someone's daughter so rudely?"

The shopkeepers looked at each other in bewilderment.

The head manager shook his head at the person beside him, and no one present dared to speak first.

Zheng Jihua was naturally the first to know that Yan Yun had been expelled from Baima Academy. He held the letter and instructed the manager, "You can handle the rest yourselves."

Zheng Jihua looked at the attendant who had brought the message and said, "Prepare horses for me. I need to go back now."

The managers looked at each other and then asked a question.

"Sir, about this granary..."

Zheng Jihua glared at him fiercely. "Didn't you hear what I said? You guys continue with the rest. Otherwise, do you think the money we gave you was for you to supervise me?"

The shopkeepers were silenced by Zheng Jihua's stern rebuke.

"Self, naturally not."

"We will take a clear count."

Zheng Jihua turned and walked outside.

He went outside, and his attendants brought the horses over.

Zheng Jihua pulled on the reins and climbed over the door.

Yan Yun strode forward.

She was grateful to the old lady. If the old lady hadn't hired a tutor like Mr. Yuan for her in the past, what he said today would have been a significant blow to Yan Yun.

Unfortunately, Yan Yun did not aspire to become a great teacher. Compared to what she learned at the academy, the former teacher Shu had already taught her enough. In addition, with the lessons from her past, even if she had to slowly explore the rest herself, it would still have been beneficial.

Even though he was expelled from Baima Academy, Yan Yun was not too sad.

She felt that the problem lay with Baima Academy, with its short-sighted teacher, Mr. Yuan.

The attendant followed behind and asked Yan Yun if he wanted to get into the carriage.

Yan Yun wanted to wander around some more, so she shook her head at her attendant, who immediately followed suit.

The place Yan Yun wanted to go was the Shi residence.

She was thinking about this very thing at the academy today.

She deliberately went around to the Shi residence, but the doctors coming and going near the main gate of the Shi residence had different expectations from Yan Yun's.

Why are there so many doctors?

Could it be that Shi Yunjun didn't die?

Yan Yun was surprised, and then he saw the doctors walking towards the Shi residence with their heads down and talking to the apprentices beside them.

Yan Yun slowly stepped forward and leaned directly against him.

The doctor was somewhat wary. When he saw Yan Yun approaching, but seeing that she was a woman, he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he continued to give instructions to the apprentice doctor beside him.

"In short, once you're inside, don't say a word, just follow me obediently."

The young apprentice nodded.

Meanwhile, another doctor came over, also carrying a medicine box and accompanied by a young apprentice. Their destination was the Shi residence.

Yan Yun watched as the doctors continued to come and go from the Shi residence, and he felt increasingly puzzled.

Did that person not kill Shi Yunjun?

Just as Yan Yun was feeling puzzled, a lone medicine boy, perhaps out to fetch medicine, muttered to himself as he walked, "How can someone who is already dead possibly come back to life?"

Although he wasn't muttering in the lowest possible voice, Yan Yun, who was standing next to him, still heard it.

She felt that the woman definitely didn't kill Shi Yunjun by accident, so she wouldn't have left Shi Yunjun alive.

Yan Yun turned back without hesitation and set off back to Zheng Yuan.

And just as she returned to Zhengyuan.

Zheng Jihua was already waiting outside the main gate. When he saw Yan Yun returning, he immediately went to greet him.

"Ning'er, you're back."

He always had a gentle and loving expression on his face towards Yan Yun.

In Zheng Jihua's eyes.

Yan Yun's face was full of trouble and he looked sullen.

Zheng Jihua knew why she was unhappy, and he didn't hide anything from her. Instead, he said directly, "That kind of place is not good enough for my daughter. It's just a small academy. Ning'er, don't get angry and hurt yourself. Father has already found another academy for you."

Yan Yun listened to Zheng Jihua's words and understood that he knew about his expulsion from Baima Academy.

Seeing his worried and distressed expression, Yan Yun naturally knew that he genuinely cared about her.

It's a pity that his sincerity, just like Yan Yun's past feelings for him, was all in vain, and Yan Yun didn't appreciate it.

If you don't want to go to the academy, then you don't have to.

Find another academy? There aren't that many academies to try one by one. If you encounter someone like Mr. Yuan, you'll just have to suffer again.

Yan Yun knew that Zheng Jihua was not joking, nor was he trying to comfort her.

"Ning'er, come with your father to see what the new academy is like."

Zheng Jihua acted immediately upon his decision.

He led Yan Yun into the carriage and took him directly to a house near the city wall.

"Ning'er, come and see."

Zheng Jihua reached out to Yan Yun and helped him down from the carriage.

Yan Yun looked at the plaque above the door that read "Luoshuzhai".

"Ning'er, let's go inside and take a look."

Yan Yun got off the carriage with Zheng Jihua.

The attendant had already gone in to deliver the message, and the people in the study immediately came out to greet him. They politely called out "Master" to Zheng Jihua, and when he saw Yan Yun standing to the side, he also spoke kindly.

"This must be the young lady."

Zheng Jihua immediately corrected him, "What do you call her, Miss? From now on, call her Ms. Ning."

His words were astonishing, surprising not only the old man who had come out, but also Yan Yun, who was standing to the side.

The old man looked at Zheng Jihua, unable to speak clearly, "Sir, what... what does this mean?"

Zheng Jihua explained to them, "What this means is that the future owner of this study will be my daughter, Zheng Ning'er. You can call her Ms. Ning'er, what's wrong with that?"

The old man was a perceptive person, and he understood Zheng Jihua's meaning as well.

He looked at Yan Yun and, following Zheng Jihua's lead, said, "Ms. Ning."

Yan Yun got goosebumps all over his body, thinking that Zheng Jihua was also crazy. Was this "sir" something that people just casually called out?

If she were a child, she would naturally find it funny, but now, she couldn't laugh. She only felt that Zheng Jihua was being absurd in order to appease her.

Zheng Jihua didn't care about anything else as long as his daughter was happy, and even invited Yan Yun, "Ning'er, let's go in and take a look."

After Zheng Jihua led Yan Yun inside, the layout was almost identical to that of Baima Academy.

It should be said that it is smaller, but that is because the martial arts arena is gone, and it is all study rooms and empty rooms.

Zheng Jihua said that they will start recruiting men here starting tomorrow.

He said he would listen to Yan Yun. If Ning'er wanted a teacher, then she could ask for one. If she only wanted to be alone, that was fine too.

After all, this place belongs to Yan Yun.

She was expelled from Baima Academy, and Zheng Jihua's solution was to simply buy the study, rename it "Academy," and give it to her.

He absolutely refused to let his daughter suffer any injustice.

Seeing that Yan Yun was still somewhat sullen, he immediately asked the old man to leave first.

When only Yan Yun and he were inside, Zheng Jihua squatted down, revealing a silly smile.

But his eyes were fierce.

He told Yan Yun, "I will not let any of those who bullied my Ning'er get away with it. Ning'er, don't be sad anymore. In less than two years, not to mention the White Horse Academy, I will bring you any other place you want."

Whether in the past or present, Zheng Jihua has always promised Yan Yun a future where he will give her more and better things.

From Yan Yun's perspective now, Zheng Jihua is no longer the Zheng Jihua she once knew. For Yan Yun, whether in the past or present, she has never truly understood the real him.

Zheng Jihua kept his word: "This study needs to be renamed."

Zheng Jihua let the old man in to prepare for the arrangements. Once everything was arranged, Zheng Jihua handed the calligraphy brush to Yan Yun.

“Ning’er, come here. This is your academy, and you should be the one to suggest the name.”

Yan Yuncai grasped the calligraphy brush.

Zheng Jihua guided her from the side, "Ning'er, come on, write down what you want to write."

Yan Yun never imagined that he could name the academy. Academy? What name?

Zheng Jihua grabbed Yan Yun's hand, and Yan Yun had no chance to pull away.

Then Zheng Jihua said, "Father will help you."

He was about to guide Yan Yun to write the words.

Yan Yun refused. She pressed her hand hard and first put ink on the paper.

Yan Yun wrote the character "静" (jing, meaning quiet/still).

Zheng Jihua recognized her at a glance: "Jing?"

Zheng Jihua looked at that word.

Yan Yun's intention was to tell Zheng Jihua to keep quiet and stop talking nonsense, but Zheng Jihua laughed out loud instead.

"Ning'er's handwriting is really good."