The principal is a mysterious figure, rarely seen, and practically nonexistent within the military academy.

Even on television, there was only a little bit of audio material about the principal, truly embodying the mystery to the extreme.

Despite being treated like a "panda," Mu Qingyun calmly walked up to the principal.

"Hello."

"Hmm." The principal nodded kindly and returned the greeting simply. "Come to my office with me. You can explain your proposal in full again then."

Mu Qingyun followed the principal and left the training ground.

The moment she disappeared, the training ground erupted in chaos.

"No way, no way, am I seeing things? That's the principal, isn't it?"

"Of course, besides the principal, who else looks like that and appears here?"

"Oh my god, I really don't understand why the principal called Mu Qingyun over."

"Tsk, Mu Qingyun is a princess. Maybe she just finds it too tiring and doesn't want to train with us anymore."

"Oh, right, who is she? Not only is she the princess of the empire, but she is also General Su's lover. Let alone the principal, no matter who comes, they all have to be respectful to this lady."

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves, focusing on Mu Qingyun's identity and the relationships around her.

As the saying goes, envy exists everywhere. Even in military academies, there are many people who secretly speculate about others with petty minds.

"Alright, what are you all babbling about? He has dual superpowers, plus a unique plant-based superpower. His skills and mental strength are quite good. What are you all guessing about?"

Zhou Hengyue couldn't stand it anymore. He was truly speechless. These people were all highly qualified and capable, so why were they so jealous?

Instead of discussing their abilities, they only talk about their background and connections, and then they start complaining.

He got angrier and angrier the more he listened.

His shout silenced all the whispering people instantly, and the training ground returned to calm.

"Twenty sets of frog jumps around the playground. You can rest for a while after every half set," Zhou Hengyue gave his order, then stood aside to supervise them.

Bai Pufeng turned his head to look in the direction Mu Qingyun had left, his eyes flashing with an unreadable expression.

...

"Regarding that live stream you mentioned, I think we could discuss it with your father," the principal said softly, looking at Mu Qingyun walking beside him. "Adding a 'daily life of the princess at the military academy' would probably make it even more appealing."

"Well, I'll explain to my father. He's definitely fine. I just don't know if things like daily training at the military academy can't be made public?"

Mu Qingyun looked at the principal. The principal's suggestion was very good, but her live broadcast location would definitely be at the military academy, so she had to explain to the principal first and find out what could be filmed and what could not.

“You can film the training grounds, but you can’t film the training content.” The principal thought for a moment and said, “You should be able to tell which places are okay to film and which are not.”

"Mm." Mu Qingyun responded. Some of the military academy's confidential training grounds have "No Trespassing" signs posted on them, and there are also some high-tech areas where it's definitely not allowed to take pictures.

“Then I have no problem,” the principal said, leading her to his office and taking out a small magnet from his drawer. “If you really understand some traditional culture, I strongly support you in promoting it.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a small white square, stuffed it into the small magnet, and handed it to her.

"Go to the communications department and talk to Manager Luo, ask him to arrange a live broadcast for you."

"Okay, thank you, Principal." She reached out and took the tea, watching the principal sit down and calmly drink his tea, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

She really wanted to ask where the communications department was, but rumors said that the principal wasn't often at the military academy, and maybe even he, as the leader, didn't know where it was.

She silently withdrew with the magnetic block and immediately dialed the communicator on her sleeve.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qiluo's voice came through; he seemed surprised that he would be called at this time.

"Do you know where the communications office is?" She glanced at the row of rooms. To be honest, she wasn't familiar with the military academy, and she had only just learned that the principal's office was here.

"I don't know." Su Qiluo's answer broke her heart for a second. "The military academy is so big. I was on missions almost every day before, so I didn't have time to explore the academy at all."

"Alright then." She sighed helplessly, chatted casually for a couple more minutes, and then hung up the communicator.

"Squeak—"

The door in front of me opened.

Just as Mu Qingyun was thinking about who to call, she looked up and met the principal's gaze.

The principal looked at her and smiled apologetically, "I almost forgot, you're new here and probably not familiar with the place. Come on in."

After the principal finished speaking, he turned around and walked back.

He usually made a habit of ordering people to find what they needed, so he hadn't thought of it just now.

Mu Qingyun has only been here a short time, and probably only knows the way from Su Qiluo's villa to the training ground.

He, as the person in charge, knew very well how big the military academy was.

"Thank you." Mu Qingyun stood at the door for a few seconds, then quickly went inside, closing the door behind her.

The principal walked to the table and pressed a green button on it.

A crackling sound of electricity emanated from the button, and in the blink of an eye, a woman's voice came from it, "Principal, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Have Director Luo from the communications department come over here."

"OK."

After the exchange ended, the principal raised his hand, and the green button automatically disconnected.

"Pour yourself some water if you want. You can hand it over to him when he comes over," the principal said slowly, taking a sip of water.

Upon hearing his words, Mu Qingyun immediately agreed.

The principal didn't seem like a talkative person. After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and took out his phone to look at the news.

Mu Qingyun didn't want to say much. After pouring herself a glass of water, she stared at the tea brewing solution on the table.

In her household, tea preparation was a skill learned by women, intended to brew tea for their husbands when they were tired and thirsty. In wealthy families, personal maids took on this task, while in the imperial palace, first-class palace maids prepared and brewed tea for her.

She lowered her eyes slightly; she also knew how to prepare tea.

Besides her embroidery skills, what my mother was most proud of was her tea ceremony skills.

My mother was a close maidservant to Consort Xian. She had learned the art of tea preparation, and it was through this skill that she caught the eye of the Emperor, who favored her for a night and bestowed upon her a title.

Whenever she thought of the past, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.

Consort Xian was a kind-hearted person, and she treated her mother, her personal maid, like a sister.

But after the Emperor took a liking to Mother, he disregarded Consort Xian's advice and Mother's resistance, and insisted on having Mother, even bestowing upon her a dispensable title.