The little dumpling saw the bananas in Butler Zheng's arms and ran over excitedly.

"Butler Zheng, Butler Zheng, I want to eat a banana."

Butler Zheng looked at the little girl with a smile and plucked a banana for her.

"Little princess, eat quickly, you still need to write an article after you finish eating."

Mu Ting heard Butler Zheng's words and asked:

"Were bananas involved in this year's exam for Puxi College?"

Butler Zheng nodded and said:

"The test paper only had two words written on it—banana!"

Mu Yanxiu plucked a banana, held it in her hand as if she were holding a red-tasseled spear, and said to Butler Zheng:

"Don't move, I'm the Banana Bandit."

"I planted this tree, I opened this road; if you want to pass, leave your toll."

The little dumpling imitated Mu Yanxiu, showing the half-peeled banana to Butler Zheng and saying:

"Yes, we are the Banana Bandits."

Butler Zheng: ...

Other young ladies are starting to think about writing poems using bananas, but my young lady only knows how to be a banana bandit!

How am I supposed to pass the exam?!

Butler Zheng felt completely overwhelmed.

Mu Ting was muttering "banana" a few times when he suddenly burst into laughter.

"As expected of the Master Wu I know."

The little dumpling looked at its laughing father with a puzzled expression and asked curiously:

"Wu Fuzi? What's that? Squid?"

Mu Ting laughed even louder.

I never expected my daughter to call Wu Fuzi "cuttlefish." If that guy knew, he'd probably be furious.

“Master Wu was my father’s study partner. He’s a very strange person. I heard that he became a new academician of Puxi Academy a few months ago. Only he could come up with such strange questions.”

After Mu Ting finished speaking, he pulled the two little ones to stand in front of him.

“Now each of you should compose a poem on the theme of bananas.”

Xiao Tuanzi and Mu Yanxiu scratched their heads and pondered for a moment.

Mu Yanxiu spoke first:

"It looks yellow, it feels long, it smells sweet, and it tastes sweet. I love bananas, and bananas love me."

After finishing a poem that wasn't really a poem, the old Marquis closed his eyes in distress, and everyone else remained silent, unable to utter a word.

The little dumpling also figured it out and said:

"I eat bananas in the morning, bananas at noon, bananas at night, one, two, three or four, and they all disappear after I eat them."

The old marquis frowned, clutching his chest, his breathing becoming rapid.

Butler Zheng quickly brought him a cup of tea.

Mu Ting was standing in front of the two little ones, facing their innocent and childlike eyes.

He appeared calm, but his heart had already turned cold.

Mu Jinyi's eyes widened as he listened.

He coughed lightly a few times and said to the two little ones:

"You did a good job, but don't do it again next time."

Butler Zheng said to Mu Tingzheng, who was almost weathered into a stone statue:

"General, why don't we take a look at Longquan Academy? It's a royal academy; the two young ladies will definitely be able to get in."

Mu Ting took a deep breath and said, "No!"

Longquan Academy was a large-scale academy that only admitted the children of imperial relatives or high-ranking officials, hence its reputation as a royal academy.

Although Longquan Academy's education ranks among the top ten in the four kingdoms, it is still tinged with a rigid bureaucratic style and cannot be compared with Puxi Academy at all.

Mu Tingzheng had made up his mind that he would do his best to get the two little ones into Puxi Academy.

Mu Ting looked at the two of them seriously, his voice no longer gentle, but cold and ruthless as he said:

"Three days later, after the entrance examination, Puxi Academy will no longer accept submitted essays."

"Therefore, the two of you must finish writing the article within these three days."

The little girl was not afraid of her stern father; on the contrary, it aroused her rebellious spirit.

She pouted and shook her head in refusal.

"No, no, Daddy's naughty."

After saying that, she turned and tried to run away.

But Mu Tingzheng grabbed him with one hand and lifted him up like a little chick.

The little girl flailed her arms and legs in mid-air, looking at the old Marquis with teary eyes, and said aggrievedly, "I want Grandpa, Grandpa, hug me."

The old marquis's heart softened, and he stood up and said, "Zheng'er, why don't you write it tomorrow?"

“Father, there’s no need to plead for her. We can’t back down when it comes to her studies!” Mu Tingzheng said firmly.

The old lord could only helplessly spread his hands at the little dumpling, "My dear dumpling, going to school is a big deal, so you just obediently go and write your essays."

The little dumpling lowered its hands helplessly and said, "Waaah, Grandfather doesn't love me anymore."

"It's okay, Auntie, Banana loves you."

Mu Yanxiu was eating a banana on the side, and she hadn't realized that she was about to be locked up to write an article.

"Banana doesn't love you." After saying that, Mu Tingzheng grabbed Mu Yanxiu with his other hand and carried the two of them towards the study.