Because the two imperial grandsons had different statuses, they were taught separately at the academy, so they did not infect the other children.

This explanation makes sense.

The crown prince felt extremely frustrated and his head was spinning.

The children are dead, but there's no one to hold accountable? Are we just supposed to accept our bad luck?

"Prepare the carriage, I'm going to the Duke of Cheng'en's residence." He struggled to get up; he couldn't just let his two sons die like this, someone had to take responsibility for this.

The steward immediately helped him harness the carriage.

The Crown Prince's carriage went to the Duke of Cheng'en's residence. No one dared to stop it along the way. The white snow on the low bushes on both sides set off the Crown Prince's luxurious carriage, reflecting the cold wealth of the most noble prince of Da Gan.

A very ordinary little horse-drawn carriage came towards us, the horses' hooves slipping a little on the road.

"The Crown Prince's carriage is here; all unauthorized persons shall make way!"

The prince's guards rode ahead on horseback, carrying ceremonial swords to clear the way.

The little carriage wasn't particularly afraid. It moved slightly to the side of the road, and the curtain was lifted, revealing Guan Yingying's carefree face.

"Your Highness, how have you been?"

She greeted him warmly, but the Crown Prince ignored her and continued on his way without stopping.

"Tch, what are you pretending for!" She lowered the carriage curtain and muttered to herself.

Nianke and Yanke were terrified.

"Madam, that's His Highness the Crown Prince! How can you stop him like this? Kneel down! You'll be beaten to death!"

"Killed? Did you see me get killed?" Guan Yingying pouted. "Men are only good for..."

The group went to a shop on the street and first bought a batch of exquisite small porcelain bottles, and then ordered a batch of tin boxes.

She placed the small porcelain bottle in the carriage, rubbed her hands vigorously, and then rubbed them on her face. Winters in ancient times were truly cold!

The Crown Prince has returned; her plan can now begin.

The disaster relief efforts caused a peasant rebellion; what a talent! Look at that black face of his, covered in excrement; he must be getting punished in the palace!

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