The prior preparations worked; the Empress sent Li Lianying over, leaving Wu Zhaotian, who wanted to cause trouble for her, somewhat helpless.

After a brief standoff, Wu Zhaotian glared at Tang Huan.

Facing Li Lianying beside him, he ultimately did nothing more and stormed off.

Once Wu Zhaotian and his men had walked away, Tang Huan immediately said in a deep voice, "What are you all standing there for? Get ready for class."

The students were completely stunned by what they had just witnessed, and now they had no intention of going against Tang Huan.

Even Wu Zhaotian couldn't do it; these people believed that their own power was no match for the Prince's Mansion.

"Young man, don't be in such a hurry."

Tang Huan grabbed Wu Zhaoming, who was mingling in the crowd and preparing to slink into the school.

The boy turned around shakily, his expression worse than crying, his facial muscles almost stiff, and he didn't even dare to look at Tang Huan.

With his second brother forced to leave, Wu Zhaoming didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Kid, you've really grown up, haven't you? What are you doing bringing your second brother along?"

Tang Huan hooked her arm around him, "Didn't you just say you wanted me to stay at the Imperial Academy? What do you say now?"

Wu Zhaoming stood there blankly, his expression growing increasingly fearful and uneasy.

At the school gate, Wu Lanyun stood silently, tilting her head to look at Tang Huan, ready to see what would happen next.

Given Wu Lanyun's personality, if someone were to bully her afterward, she would definitely retaliate even more fiercely.

After witnessing Tang Huan's methods, she felt that Wu Zhaoming was doomed.

Wu Zhaoming also thought so.

“Lord Tang…” Zhang Ziming walked up to Tang Huan, “Why don’t we just let this matter go? After all, the young prince has already left.”

Zhang Ziming was also worried that Tang Huan might punish Wu Zhaoming again in a fit of anger.

This would create a complete feud with the Prince's Mansion, a loss that outweighs any gains.

One or two beatings might not be a big deal, but if it happens too often, the old prince will definitely not be able to tolerate it, and in that case, even His Majesty might not be able to protect Tang Huan.

To everyone's surprise, Tang Huan chuckled and said, "Why do you say that? I didn't plan to do anything."

"Really?" Wu Zhaoming asked in surprise, "You won't hit me?"

"How could I hit someone? Do you really think I'm such a violent person?"

Wu Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief and was about to grin when he suddenly heard Tang Huan say, "You'll be standing for the afternoon's classes."

In an instant, Wu Zhaoming felt that Tang Huan's smile was the devil.

It's more terrifying than anything else, not even the devil.

In the afternoon class, Tang Huan still didn't systematically teach the students anything. After all, he had no experience as a teacher and no time to prepare, so he could only make do for now.

Based on his experience telling stories to Wu Lanyun, he told his students many bizarre and fantastical tales.

He also noticed Wu Zhaoming standing at the back of the classroom. Wu was pressed tightly against the wall, looking exhausted and struggling to stay upright.

In the end, Tang Huan did not make Wu Zhaoming stand for the entire afternoon. After about half an hour, he let him return to his position.

Over the next two or three days, Tang Huan prepared lessons in advance and told the students about the two poems she had written in the capital.

Most of the students were twelve or thirteen years old, a time when they were interested in everything.

Everyone heard about Tang Huan's outstanding performance at the poetry gathering, and coupled with Tang Huan's interesting narration, many people began to try writing poetry.

Tang Huan did not stop the students from having such amazing ideas; instead, she encouraged them to write poems.

For a time, everyone began to try boldly, but unfortunately, they had not read many books and their cultural background was not deep. The poems they wrote were almost all in plain language, and some did not even conform to rhyme and tone.

Over the course of a few days, Tang Huan no longer displayed the assertiveness and seriousness she had on the first day, but instead quickly became one of the students.

His humorous and witty performance, along with the countless bizarre and fantastical stories he told, caused a dramatic change in the children's attitude towards him.

All of this was not only seen by Zhang Ziming, but also reached the palace, the prince's mansion, and the parents of the students.

This has piqued the curiosity of many, who couldn't help but try to investigate Tang Huan.

However, at this moment, Tang Huan was considering the future sales of Fenjiu.

Inside Chunfeng Tower, Tang Huan and Wan Xin sat facing each other, with a girl sitting next to each of them.

"Lord Tang, I heard you recently went to teach at the Imperial Academy?"

Wan Xin looked at Tang Huan, who was feeding grapes to the girl and laughing with each other, and her expression was very complicated.

He spent a few days returning to Qihuai County, bringing back a large quantity of Fenjiu liquor. Then he heard about Tang Huan's entry into the Imperial Academy.

They also learned what he did on his first day at the school, and his confrontation with Prince Wu Zhaotian.

Seeing that Tang Huan's attention was still not on her, Wan Xin coughed softly and reminded him, "Sir?"

"What? You've met Xue'e?" Tang Huan asked back.

Wan Xin smiled wryly, somewhat helpless about Tang Huan's performance.

The girl whispered a few words of advice in Tang Huan's ear with a smile, and Tang Huan belatedly realized, "Yes, after the poetry gathering, Zhang Ziming personally came to my residence, wanting me to come to the Imperial Academy to teach those students together. He even directly asked His Majesty for an imperial decree for this purpose, so I simply decided to go and become a teacher."

Wan Xin nodded, but her heart was not as calm as it appeared.

The poetry gathering was a huge success, and Zhang Ziming from the Imperial Academy came to visit them, along with an imperial decree from His Majesty.

Having only been in the capital for a few days, they have already brought too many unbelievable things.

However, what Wan Xin cares about most right now is the cooperation between the Wan family and Tang Huan.

"I've already brought quite a bit of Fenjiu back to the capital. What are your thoughts on what's to come, Lord Tang?"

As one of the people in charge of Wanfu Project, Wan Xin had his own plans and ideas, but he didn't mind listening to Tang Huan's thoughts.

After seeing the Seven Locust Counties, which were nearly as prosperous as the capital, it was impossible to underestimate Tang Huan.

"Tell me your thoughts first," Tang Huan gestured.

"My idea is to start a three-day sales event tomorrow, where anyone who tries Fenjiu at Wanfulou will enjoy a discount. This will help us promote Fenjiu more quickly and increase its brand awareness."

“That’s a good idea, but I have some other ideas that you might want to hear.”

Wan Xin said solemnly, "Please speak, sir."

"As the saying goes, good wine needs no bush. Although Fenjiu is of good quality, it will eventually gain a large number of loyal customers. But our goal is to make money, so we naturally hope that it will be noticed by people as soon as possible."

Indeed, the sooner it is promoted, the sooner money will be made, and Wan Xin agrees with Tang Huan's idea.

"I suggest that Wanfuji design a special wine pot for Fenjiu to highlight its characteristics and make it easier for people to remember. At the same time, all Wanfuji employees should sew Fenjiu patterns on their clothes."

"Even more so, we can have our subordinates expedite the production of a batch of clothes and distribute them free of charge to the poor people of the capital, making them walking advertisements."