Fu Xiaoyu and Lin Yun, who were on the street, were drawn to the academy by the sound of thunder, only to find that Cui Yulu and her family were fighting there.

"Young master, could that lightning strike just now be related to that girl?"

They had all witnessed what had just happened. Cui Yulu had easily subdued two men who were much taller than her, which was no small feat.

If she was the one who brought that bolt from the blue, wouldn't she be a deity descended to earth, capable of summoning wind and rain?

"Let's wait and see; maybe it's just an accident."

Fu Xiaoyu waved his hand, and the two disappeared around the street corner. They would have to get to know the outcome after a little more contact.

Cui Yulu gave Han Yu'an a few sips of the spring water from the space, which could alleviate some of his pain.

Just as they were about to leave, Cao Jinfang's shouts attracted the old master, Mr. Han Changsheng, the academy's dean.

When the Master saw the injured Han An and the safe man, his face showed little expression. Han An's writing used to have some brilliance, but now it had become increasingly pedantic and had completely lost the brilliance he had in his childhood.

"Master, you are a scholar, please judge this woman's actions. They beat my grandson like this and then try to leave without caring about us. Is there no justice or law left?"

"Ha, so you've finally remembered the law and justice? You were so smug when you bullied our family, completely disregarding the law and justice. Besides, their injuries were caused by lightning strikes; what does that have to do with us?"

Even if we're being honest, they bullied my brother first. Now you're trying to play the victim and accuse me first? Have you no shame?

Han Chunying wouldn't tolerate her. Anyway, with Cui Yulu around, they definitely wouldn't suffer any losses, and Cao Jinfang certainly wouldn't gain any advantage either.

The teacher had heard about their behavior at the academy and knew that they always liked to bully others, especially when they saw Han Yu'an, his eyes lit up.

He had always thought this child was a pillar of society, but it was a pity that the child was mentally challenged.

"Justice resides in the hearts of the people. I saw that the young master over there was also injured. What else is there to make a fuss about?"

The Master looked at Han Yu'an, who seemed to recognize him and greeted him with a smile.

"Greetings, Master."

He even bowed with his hands clasped in a gesture of respect while speaking, his movements were very standard.

Just like when he was a child.

At that moment, no one knew that a current seemed to pass through Han Yu'an's mind. He seemed to remember something, but it quickly disappeared. He just did that action without thinking.

This greatly excited the old master.

"Yu'an, right? It's good that you still remember this gesture."

The old master's face was full of admiration. He was the one who taught him this move, and the boy learned it after only one demonstration.

Do you still remember the poems I taught you?

He asked casually, without holding out much hope, since everyone knew about his early fame and his mental disability.

It's truly a case of heaven being jealous of talent.

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless..."

Surprisingly, Han Yu'an still remembered these words, which greatly excited the old master.

"Do you still remember the article you wrote back then?"

At this point, Han Yu'an started playing with his fingers and stopped talking. However, Han An's expression behind the teacher changed repeatedly. Although his expression was not visible, the sound of him gritting his teeth could be heard.

If Han Yu'an hadn't been so foolish back then, he might very well have been the old master's last disciple.

We absolutely cannot let Han Yu'an remember the past.

“Master, look at him, he’s still a fool.”

Han An endured the pain and reminded the old master.

Seeing his condition, the old master had nothing to say. He simply said to Cui Yulu and the others, "Take good care of him. If he recovers, you can send him over to me for instruction anytime."

Cui Yulu bowed and said, "Then we are very grateful for your kindness, Master. We will definitely take good care of him and help him recover as soon as possible."

Cui Yulu had already noticed the change in Han An's expression and began to suspect that he might have been behind it.

Liu Meie glanced at Cui Yulu, then at Han Yu'an, who was still clutching Cui Yulu's clothes and refusing to let go. She had been mentally impaired for years; if she could recover, she probably would have recovered long ago. Why did she have to wait until now?

"Hmph, your family really knows how to talk big. Your wife has been searching for famous doctors all these years and none of them could cure him. How could you possibly cure him?"

Cao Jinfang stood aside watching the commotion. Over the years, she had a clear understanding of Old Lady Liu's experiences seeking medical treatment. If she could be cured, there would have been no need to spend so much money to find him a wife to bring him good luck.

I guessed there was no hope, but I didn't expect this girl to be such a big talker.

"You'd better take care of your own legs. Don't blame me for not warning you, or you'll be crying and begging me when you're paralyzed on the bed."

Cui Yulu and her group bid farewell to the teacher and prepared to buy some more grain before it got dark.

Otherwise, the food at home wouldn't last much longer.

"Hey, you little brat, you dare to curse me? I'll tear your mouth apart when we get home."

"Grandma, you should talk less."

Seeing the old master's face darken, Han An reminded Cao Jinfang not to speak recklessly anymore, after all, this was an academy, and those who came in and out were all scholars.

"Oh dear, I'm so rude. Please don't take offense, Master. Their idiot is definitely beyond saving. You'd be better off focusing your time on my Han An. He's destined to be a top scholar. I'll definitely reward you handsomely then."

"Fate is predetermined and cannot be forced. You should all go back and rest well, and do not get into any more conflicts with others, otherwise I will deal with you according to the rules of the academy."

At this point, the Master was already quite angry. He had heard about what the two brothers had done over the years, but he hadn't wanted to get involved. However, they were going too far, and he would not stand idly by.

"Thank you, Master."

Han An couldn't move one hand, so he could only bow slightly. Han Quan, who was standing next to him, couldn't move half of his body, making his bowing look somewhat comical.

Cao Jinfang had already understood the old scholar's unspoken meaning. In any case, his grandson had already made friends with many powerful young masters, so there would definitely be no problem with him taking the imperial examinations in the future. The most important thing right now was to prepare the money for his grandson to bribe officials. He was sure that his grandson would rise to prominence in the future.

However, we must extort a large sum of money from the eldest son's family, since they were the ones who injured their grandson, and they should compensate for the medical expenses.

Having made up her mind, Cao Jinfang felt much better and completely forgot about the pain in her body. She immediately called a carriage to take her grandsons home to rest.

However, Han An wasn't thinking about any of that at the moment. His mind was filled with Cui Yulu's image. He wanted to take advantage of the time he was recuperating at home to cultivate his relationship with her. Maybe the young lady would fall in love with him, since he was far superior to that fool Han Yu'an.