That day, Feng Qinghuang was in her study, reviewing something, when suddenly a disciple rushed in. Upon seeing Feng Qinghuang, he quickly bowed and greeted her.

"Master Feng, please go and see! In the arena, Miss Feng is about to kill Miss Lu!" The junior disciple said anxiously, clearly genuinely worried.

Feng Qinghuang said unhurriedly, "Why didn't my little disciple go to watch the excitement? Instead, you came to report this matter to me?"

The young disciple was taken aback. Could it be that Instructor Feng knew something?

“Master Feng, I just feel that if you don’t stop it, something terrible might happen, so I’m not in the mood to watch the show.”

Feng Qinghuang nodded, put down her brush, and carefully placed the academy exam papers on the table.

Feng Qinghuang stood up and stretched: "Little disciple, I know my daughter. She knows her limits and won't cause any serious trouble. You're exaggerating a bit. But since you're here, I'll go with you."

The young disciple nodded: "Yes, Instructor Feng, I will guide you."

After the junior disciple went out, he gave a wink to someone in the shadows, then lowered his head and led the way.

Feng Qinghuang pretended not to see and followed behind the junior disciple toward the arena.

Upon arriving at the arena, they found it completely packed with people. At the young disciple's shout, the other disciples quickly made way for Feng Qinghuang.

On the field, Feng Muwan had just stopped fighting when she saw Feng Qinghuang enter. So she stood up, shook her hand, and thought, "Tsk, this guy really has a thick skin."

"Wanwan, who are you fighting with?"

Feng Muwan kicked the person on the ground: "Her? It's Lu Qing'er."

Feng Qinghuang couldn't help but chuckle. This Lu Qing'er was truly an unkillable cockroach. Over the years, she had always come to provoke Wanwan at the academy. Every time Wanwan beat her up, she had to stay home for ten days or half a month. Unfortunately, she only grew taller but never learned her lesson.

Feng Qinghuang frowned: "What's going on today? Your face is unrecognizable."

Feng Muwan stood at the edge of the arena with her arms crossed: "Hmph, I was in a good mood today, but I overheard her talking badly about my mother and father behind my back, saying that you two are just freeloaders at the academy. If I don't beat her up today, I'll be letting her down for her bravery."

Looking at Wanwan's proud little face, Feng Qinghuang smiled helplessly: "Miss Lu wasn't wrong, Mother and Father are indeed idle."

As soon as Feng Qinghuang spoke, the disciples of the academy began to discuss among themselves. So, were Instructors Feng and Rong really like this in the academy? But that doesn't make sense. They usually teach quite diligently, it's just that they have relatively few class hours.

Feng Muwan wasn't in a hurry at all; she knew her mother had more to say.

Feng Qinghuang looked around at the crowd and said, "Master, stop hiding and see how to resolve this matter. Your disciple said that Aqi and I are just freeloaders. As far as I know, the instructors here earn at least three hundred taels of silver per month. Even though Aqi and I have fewer classes, we still get at least two hundred taels. So, over these three years, Aqi and I will earn at least fourteen thousand four hundred taels of silver for our teaching fees."

"Furthermore, we estimate that we will supply the Academy with 20,000 taels of medicinal herbs each year. In addition, the pills we have provided to the Academy over the past three years will amount to at least 100,000 taels. On top of that, the clothing for the disciples of the Academy throughout the four seasons will cost at least 100,000 taels. So, Master, you owe me 234,400 taels of silver. Since we are master and disciple, I will give you a discount and make it 234,000 taels. Master, you must return the silver to me in three days, or a silver note will do, or don't blame me for turning against you."

"Also, Aqi and I are quitting our positions as academy instructors. You'll have to find new instructors." After saying this, Feng Qinghuang pulled Feng Muwan away.

After Feng Qinghuang finished speaking, Rong Jin's expression didn't change. Instead, he smiled and said, "Oh dear, my little disciple is throwing a tantrum again. I have to go and coax her."

"Third Elder, I've remembered the amount of silver. Don't forget to prepare the silver in three days, or the consequences will be severe. I'm going to go and appease my disciple now."

Rong Jin's meaning was very clear: this was all caused by your granddaughter, and you should find a way to make up for the money yourself, otherwise he will not let her off the hook.

The Third Elder nodded with a sigh: "Don't worry, Dean, the money will be made up."

The Third Elder was helpless with his granddaughter. She had only been injured before, but now he had to spend money on her. His granddaughter was too wasteful.

The Third Elder waved his hand, signaling someone to help his granddaughter down, saying they should treat her injuries first.

After all, she'd have to go home and ask for the money; he wouldn't give it to her. She had to make amends for her own actions; he wasn't going to interfere.

After Lu Qing'er was carried away, the disciples dispersed. As they left, they were still discussing how they would be very bored if Instructor Feng and Instructor Rong stopped giving lessons. After all, their lectures were very interesting, and they enjoyed listening to them.