Li Wenxiu and Huo Baijun loved excitement, so they immediately leaned out the window to watch the show.

Li Wenxiu inquired about the handsome young man, "Hey, General Huo, do you recognize that scholar?"

Huo Baijun nodded, "I recognize him. He is a student of Fengde Academy, a disciple of Feng Yong. His surname is Ji, given name is Bai, courtesy name is Tongban. He is the top scholar in Beizhou this year."

Li Wenxiu exclaimed in surprise, "Copper coins?"

Huo Baijun grinned, "This was given to him by his late mother. She said it was a humble name so that he would be easier to raise and could suppress his outstanding appearance."

Li Wenxiu was overjoyed, "It's true, it really was pressed."

Haha, she's as beautiful as an angel, yet her name is Ji Tongban (meaning "copper coin")? How amusing!

The disgruntled students below were shouting, "Ji Tongban, are you trying to seduce people because you have a good face?"

"In my opinion, you should learn from Prince Xiao, shave your head, and grow a long beard. Only then will you look like a respectable person. Otherwise, when you walk down the street, people will still think you're one of those male prostitutes..."

"Seal it back! You bastard, how can your mouth be so foul?"

The chubby boy standing next to Ji Bai pushed aside the seal and stood in Ji Bai's defense:

"You are not as skilled as others, yet you are making trouble here. We are ashamed to associate with you! You even dare to drag the Prince of Zhenguo into this and slander the Prince as not being a decent person?"

"Xiong Chumo, who do you think you are? How dare you speak in front of the young master of my Marquis's mansion?"

Feng Hui retorted arrogantly, "As for whether Prince Xiao is a decent person or not, the whole world knows!"

Ji Bai angrily reminded him, "Young Master Feng, please watch your words. This is a trivial matter between us, and we shouldn't involve the Prince of Zhenguo."

Feng Hui stood with his feet on a wooden stool, chin held high, and said, "I told you, would he dare to argue with a junior like me?"

Xiao Zhixing put down his teacup, got up and walked to the window, looking down expressionlessly.

Feng Hui? The spoiled fifth young master of the Feng family? Feng Min's half-brother?

Li Wenxiu said indignantly, "Sister, he's a scoundrel who acts recklessly because of the Marquis's favor. Please don't take him seriously."

Xiao Zhixing was thinking, could Xiao Yuanshan, that rough-looking guy, have been a handsome man before?

However, she understood the attitude of these powerful and wealthy families towards the Prince Zhenguo's Mansion.

First Li Jun, then Feng Min, and now Feng Hui—it seems these powerful families don't take Xiao Yuanshan seriously at all.

Young people's words and actions are influenced to some extent by their elders.

Or, did they receive some signal from their superiors?

She was worried when she arrived, as Xiao Yuanshan had taken command of the army and his achievements overshadowed the emperor.

Since ancient times, the relationship between emperors and their subjects has been one of constant rise and fall. How could an emperor tolerate his subjects having too much power?

It seems she needs to plan more carefully...

Returning to the present, Xiao Zhixing stepped downstairs and raised his voice to continue:

"Fifth Young Master Feng, my father is fighting for the country in the south, so he really can't argue with you. But as his daughter, I can still speak up for him and say something to you."

The students in the hall looked at each other and immediately understood what she meant.

Is this Princess Qingluan who just caused a scene upstairs?

Yes, how can a daughter pretend not to see Feng Hui speaking ill of someone else's father like that?

But is Princess Qingluan really that beautiful?

Like the blazing sun and the bright moon, she possessed a charm unlike any other noblewoman in Shengjing.

Feng Hui paused for a moment, then continued arrogantly, "Everyone knows what Prince Xiao has done in the past, why bother with hypocrisy and pretense?"

Xiao Zhixing went downstairs and stood not far from Feng Hui, his expression calm:

"Are you referring to the time when my father served as a groom, attending to the late Empress?"

A collective gasp filled the air; no one had expected that Xiao Zhixing would actually reveal the scandalous rumors that everyone had been spreading.

Even now, people occasionally gossip that Xiao Yuanshan never married because he still misses the late Empress.

The alert ones were about to retreat, but the princess was clearly furious. How could she say something like that so casually?

A prince and a former empress—those who hear this might all be implicated and suffer.

He was speechless for a moment, then became smug:

"Look, look, you said it yourself. Ah, I understand. You're jealous, aren't you? Your mother was a mistress, and Prince Xiao is deeply in love with... I understand, I understand."

Xiao Zhixing looked at this kind of fool; she hadn't encountered one like him in many years.

It seems that a trace of the original owner's emotions remained, causing the resentment in her heart to suddenly erupt.

So Feng Hui was grabbed by the neck and his head was slammed hard onto the table next to him.

Snap!

The table shattered into pieces. Feng Hui screamed in agony, his head bleeding profusely as he rolled to the ground and fainted.

Xiao Zhixing took a deep breath, regained his composure, flicked his sleeves, and coldly said to the servant of the Feng family:

“I have remembered what Young Master Feng said today. If your family wants to seek justice for him, please come over.”

She really wanted to kill him just now; it had been a long time since she'd killed anyone, and her hands were itching.

The servants of the Feng family dared not say a word and hurriedly carried Feng Hui away.

Huo Baijun leaned closer, his eyes shining, "I've found that taking action is more satisfying than talking. I'll do that next time too!"

He may not be good with words, but he's tough with fists. He realized he hadn't found the right path before.

Xiao Zhixing was in a hurry to return home, so he said goodbye to the group and left in a rush.

"Are you still here?" Xiao Zhixing asked in his mind as he entered the bedroom.

A faint message came through: "Yes, but... it won't be long..."

"What are your last wishes?" Xiao Zhixing asked directly.

"Please...take good care of...my father..."

"Fine! I guarantee it with my life."

"Thanks…"

As consciousness faded, Xiao Zhixing was secretly delighted and quickly sat cross-legged.

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