The next day, when Jiang Shumiao went to the Imperial Academy, she ran into Wen Zhixuan, who was taking his son and brother-in-law to school.
She didn't intend to pay any attention to it.
Wen Zhixuan called out to her.
"Princess, please wait."
Jiang Shumiao's tone was curt, "What?"
Wen Zhixuan smiled faintly, “Yi Cheng and Xu Bai both told me yesterday after they got home that the princess is compassionate, but not everyone deserves your kindness.”
Jiang Shumiao frowned slightly and remained silent.
Wen Zhixuan continued, “You once said that demons are divided into good and evil, and so are humans. Your friends are still young, innocent and naive, and do not understand what right and wrong are, but their parents do. It is because they understand too much that they hold on tightly to the power in their hands. Just as you said, people who stand at a high place for a long time are unwilling to come down.”
"Moreover, powerful families have deep roots and complex influences. No one can call the shots, regardless of their family or surname. It is impossible to get them to cooperate and hand over their wealth and power."
"And the clansmen who benefit from this are not innocent either, just like the Yao family in the past. You could stand by and watch coldly back then, so why are you suddenly feeling compassion now?"
Jiang Shumiao remained silent.
She was moved by compassion.
Especially after learning in Fengdu that many people would die in this country in the future.
From the moment the witchcraft case failed, everything that had been predetermined was disrupted, and Wen Zhixuan was no longer as obsessive and ruthless as he was in the Book of Fate.
But his goal remained unchanged: to marry into a prominent family.
A clash between aristocratic families and royalty is inevitable.
She could not stop the progress of history and civilization; she only pitied those ignorant children, so she naively thought that she could use them to make the aristocratic families regress.
So it won't come to the point of confiscating property and exterminating the entire family.
However, Wen Zhixuan is right.
Giving up voluntarily and losing something due to circumstances are different.
Even gods have desires, let alone mortals.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Wen Zhixuan knew she had taken his words to heart. After a moment's thought, he continued, "Since the princess is no ordinary person, she shouldn't linger in the mortal realm. You can't save everyone; tolerance towards evil is the torture of good. Don't let your kindness become a tool to aid and abet evil."
Jiang Shumiao nodded, "You're right, so you need to be careful."
Wen Zhixuan: "..."
Jiang Shumiao remained expressionless. "After all, you also committed evil, albeit an attempted one. But attempted murder is still punishable by law. You are a cultivator, and you harmed others using Taoist methods, so the retribution will be doubled. When you return, you will surely face divine punishment."
Wen Zhixuan's pupils contracted, but he was speechless.
Evil knows no bounds; even harboring evil thoughts will bring corresponding retribution.
If they don't report it while the person is alive, they will be held accountable after their death.
It will happen sooner or later.
The cycle of karma is inescapable.
Jiang Shumiao noticed that Zhao Huaichu hadn't come to school today, and upon asking, she learned that he had taken sick leave. He had been sick for a full seven days.
Cheng Ningqin, who was sitting in the seat in front of him, came to find Jiang Shumiao.
"Miaomiao, Chuchu has been sick for so long and still hasn't gotten better. You're so good at this, why don't you go and take a look at him, okay?"
Cheng Ningqin is Zhao Huaichu's aunt's daughter, three months older than him, and the two children have always had a very good relationship.
Jiang Shumiao replied, "His illness is in his heart; I cannot cure it."
The little girl, Cheng Ningqin, was bewildered.
What is a mental illness?
Jiang Shumiao thought of what Wen Zhixuan had said, pursed her lips, and said truthfully, "It's just that some people want him to stay away from me and not be 'poisoned' by me anymore."
Cheng Ningqin's eyes widened.
She didn't understand what "poisoning" meant, but instinctively felt it wasn't a good word.
"That's impossible. Before I started school, my parents told me to study hard with you. My uncle also taught Chuchu the same way. We all like playing with you."
Little Pang Xiangyu vaguely understood.
Yesterday, after he got home, he told his parents what Jiang Shumiao had said. His mother, who had witnessed divine retribution firsthand, believed it wholeheartedly and regarded it as gospel, and told him not to antagonize Jiang Shumiao.
Jiang Shumiao exposed the misdeeds of Zhao Huaichu's uncle, and they felt guilty.
They dared not be presumptuous in the face of the gods, and could only keep their distance with respect.
Seeing Cheng Ningqin's stubbornness, Jiang Shumiao didn't say anything more and simply grabbed her hand and placed it on Zhao Huaichu's table.
"See for yourself."
The long table still carried Zhao Huaichu's presence. Jiang Shumiao used the method of rewind to let Cheng Ningqin see the scene of Zhao Huaichu returning home that day.
The little girl stared wide-eyed in surprise.
The images in her mind were so vivid that it was as if she were actually there.
That day outside the city, Jiang Shumiao gave everyone a good lesson, and then a gust of wind carried them home.
Zhao Huaichu, the one who was singled out for a lecture, turned unusually pale.
The gatekeeper was startled when he suddenly appeared.
He remained silent, lowered his head, and went inside.
His grandfather was the Minister of Revenue, and his father was the Vice Minister of Revenue, so it was obvious that he would succeed his father in the future.
The imperial government offices became the means for aristocratic families to pass on their power and influence.
This situation is not uncommon.
Seeing his son looking distracted, Zhao Zhizhe asked, "What's wrong today? I heard Princess Fule took you out to play, why are you back like this? Did someone bully you?"
Zhao Huaichu shook his head subconsciously.
"No, Miaomiao never bullies anyone."
His mother, Madam Tao, asked, "Then why aren't you happy?"
Zhao Huaichu glanced at his mother, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Mother, was Uncle's house seized because he occupied the villagers' farmland?"
Madam Tao's expression immediately changed, and her voice involuntarily rose.
"Who told you that?"
She suddenly realized, "Princess Fule?"
Zhao Huaichu had never seen her like this before, and he shrank back in fright, tears welling up in his eyes.
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