Liu Jing'an pouted, "Miao Miao used to love playing with us the most, but ever since those two little bastards came... they've been monopolizing Miao Miao every day. I hate them."
Pang Xiangyu frowned. "That's because you bullied people first."
Liu Jing'an's eyes widened in surprise.
"Pang Xiangyu, whose side are you on?"
Pang Xiangyu said very seriously, "We are all classmates, can't we get along well? What you are doing is putting Miaomiao in a difficult position."
Liu Jing'an glanced at Jiang Shumiao, who was performing 'magic tricks' for the two new brats, and his nose twisted with anger again.
I did nothing wrong!
Pang Xiangyu: "..."
Friendships between children are quite complicated, partly due to parental instructions and partly due to Jiang Shumiao's fickle nature.
Liu Jing'an felt uncomfortable because he thought Jiang Shumiao was biased towards the two newcomers.
If you harbor prejudice, what adults say will act as a catalyst.
Throughout history, the social hierarchy has been vastly different from that of ordinary people.
The Wen and Shen families are both minor and insignificant; their children are not worthy of attending the Imperial Academy. The fact that Wen Yicheng and Shen Xubai are here is solely due to Wen Zhixuan's opportunistic and sycophantic behavior towards the Emperor.
And the Shen family—they're all bad news.
Those scions of noble families who consider themselves to be of high status and wealth naturally cannot stoop to their level and associate with such people.
This awkwardness didn't last long.
One day in early February, after school, Jiang Shumiao blocked everyone at the door.
"Come with me to a place."
This seems to be a signal of reconciliation.
Liu Jing'an said in a muffled voice, "Didn't you say you weren't going to play with us anymore?"
Jiang Shumiao glanced at him, and he immediately shut up.
Pang Xiangyu was very perceptive. "Go, go, go. I'll send the servant back to tell him that we'll be home later tonight."
Jiang Shumiao nodded.
Once he set the precedent, the others had less to worry about and nodded in agreement.
After seeing that they had all greeted their families, Jiang Shumiao used her magic to conjure a large cloud.
The children's innocent faces were filled with amazement.
"Come on, let's go up. I'll show you what it feels like to fly through the clouds."
The children's eyes lit up, but they still lined up in an orderly fashion and stepped onto the clouds.
"Huh, why can't I feel anything when I step on it?"
"It's not as hard as the ground; it looks like cotton."
Someone curiously reached out to touch it, only to find nothing.
It truly belongs to the category of things you can see but can't touch.
Seeing that everyone had gone up, Jiang Shumiao raised her hand, and the cloud flew up.
"Wow, I really flew! It's so high!"
"A bird just flew by."
"The people on the ground look like ants, so small."
“Pang Xiangyu, Miaomiao took you to the roof last time, but we are much higher than the roof now.”
Many people lay down, curiously peering down.
The Fifth Princess looked left and right, growing anxious. "Where's Miaomiao? Miaomiao didn't come up."
The excited children immediately fell silent, realizing that Jiang Shumiao was not there. Then, the Fifth Prince exclaimed, "Look!"
Everyone looked over and saw Jiang Shumiao standing on a sword, flying alongside them.
The Fifth Princess's eyes widened.
Jiang Shumiao flew against the wind with her hands behind her back.
"This is called sword control."
The Fifth Princess immediately said, "Miaomiao, I also want to fly on a sword."
"no."
Jiang Shumiao, who is usually willing to share with children, firmly shook her head this time, "My sword is a divine weapon, and divine weapons have spirits. Strangers will not only not carry you, but will also get angry. In that case, you will all fall from the sky."
The Fifth Princess covered her mouth in surprise.
Liu Jing'an swallowed hard. "Falling from that height, wouldn't you die?"
Jiang Shumiao snorted, "Your little head could be smashed."
Liu Jing'an instinctively covered his head, looking a little aggrieved, and said, "Miaomiao, you scared me again."
Jiang Shumiao crossed her arms and said, "Cherish it, this might be the only time you ever soar through the clouds in your lives."
Liu Jing'an exclaimed, "Why? Are you not going to play with us anymore?"
His tone was aggrieved.
Jiang Shumiao rolled her eyes and ignored him.
The feeling of soaring through the clouds was fleeting; once outside the city, the clouds settled and quickly dissipated.
Pang Xiangyu, with his sharp eyes, noticed that the sword beneath Jiang Shumiao's feet vanished the instant she landed, seemingly disappearing into the space between her eyebrows. A fleeting image flashed across her brow—a lotus flower, albeit a blue one.
He rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, there was nothing there.
Hallucination?
A student who is serious about learning must ask for help when they encounter problems, so Pang Xiangyu asked.
"Miaomiao, did you put on makeup between your eyebrows? How can you hide it?"
As soon as he spoke, all the children who had been excited just moments before turned to look at him.
The Fifth Princess leaned right up to Jiang Shumiao and stared at her intently for a long time. "What makeup? Pang Xiangyu, you're mistaken."
Pang Xiangyu's eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.
Jiang Shumiao explained, "It's just a smokescreen."
Pang Xiangyu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Liu Jing'an asked, "Miaomiao, why did you bring us here?"
"Let me show you how you got your precious and noble status."
Jiang Shumiao pointed to the farmland not far away, "This large area of land originally belonged to the Yao family. No, they seized it from the common people."
She glanced at Pang Xiangyu and continued, "Ordinary people work hard all year round, barely enough to make ends meet. Your luxurious life is built on the taxes they pay. But people are inherently greedy and never satisfied."
“There are quite a few families like the Yao family who seize the people’s fertile land. Without land, they can only rent it out. After paying rent and taxes, the remaining harvest is not even enough to feed themselves. Many poor families have to sell their children to survive.”
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