Sun Baimin suddenly said, "Old Ruan once told me that the ancient great demons were born at the beginning of chaos, and even the gods could not kill them, otherwise they would be punished by heaven. Look at Princess Fule's appearance, doesn't she look like she has been punished by heaven?"
Zhang Yunjian's breath hitched.
I recall hearing that on the day Jiang Shumiao entered the Imperial Academy to become a disciple, lightning struck down the apricot tree.
Forget about divine retribution, even the heavens themselves would have to watch their step.
Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my chest.
If the aristocratic families really go against the emperor, will she intervene? Then what chance do they have of winning?
The others also realized this, and all looked depressed.
At the same moment, Wen Zhixuan also asked Jiang Shumiao this question, "His Majesty is pressing the aristocratic families step by step. If they rebel, will the princess sit idly by?"
Jiang Shumiao, carrying her little schoolbag, looked innocent and naive on her round, childlike face. She said in a calm tone, "I won't interfere within the rules of the world."
Whether emperor or commoner.
In her eyes, all people were ordinary beings.
Those in power hold the power of life and death, yet it is the ordinary people who die in war.
It would be best if the powerful families could behave themselves after this battle.
Wen Zhixuan was not surprised.
"In that case, Princess, you should keep these words in mind."
Now the powerful families are terrified of her, and the emperor has made an example of the Ruan, Xie, and Yu families. In Qiao County, the local strongmen will probably compromise in the end.
Within a few years, the powerful families should behave themselves much better.
He also does not want to see war unless absolutely necessary.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw the beads in his son's hand. "What is this?"
Wen Yicheng was very happy. "Daddy, this was given to us by Miaomiao. It's soft and bouncy, and it's really fun."
As he spoke, he handed it to Wen Zhixuan to look at.
Shen Xubai added, "Miaomiao said that these are the eyes of Jiuying."
The children had never seen the great demons; they only learned from Jiang Shumiao that they were extremely evil and liked to eat people.
So they deserved to have their eyes gouged out.
So they were no longer afraid.
Wen Zhixuan paused, playing with the demon's eyeballs like balls; only this little girl could do something like that.
He asked Jiang Shumiao, "Princess, can this bead be made bigger?"
Jiang Shumiao asked in confusion, "Why get bigger?"
Wen Zhixuan smiled slightly, "I've heard that the princess enjoys playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football)."
Jiang Shumiao's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, you can kick it like a ball."
She took a marble out of her pocket, blew on it, and the tiny marble instantly turned into a ball the size of a football.
Wen Yicheng and Shen Xubai were dumbfounded, and the Fifth Prince and the Fifth Princess also gathered around.
"Wow, are the Nine-Headed Serpent's eyes really that big?"
The Fifth Princess was utterly astonished.
The Fifth Prince reached out and poked it; it was still soft. He immediately beamed with joy, then, remembering something, he asked, "But, will the teacher allow us to play football at the Imperial Academy? What if we hit someone?"
Wen Zhixuan said, "You are all too young to play this, but you can use bamboo paddles instead."
Jiang Shumiao understood, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The ball, which was the size of a football, shrank considerably in an instant, but was still a bit larger than a marble and about the size of a ping-pong ball.
"Yes, this is it."
Wen Zhixuan took it and said, "I'll make two rackets later, and then ask His Majesty to issue an imperial decree to have the Ministry of Works build two ping-pong tables at the Imperial Academy, so that you can have some entertainment after class and have a good balance between work and rest."
Jiang Shumiao's eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously.
"This is good."
If the child is short, then we can lower the ping-pong table.
The sports field also needs to be arranged.
Wen Zhixuan was efficient; the next day he told Emperor Hongde about it and added a lesson for the students of the Imperial Academy, placing it on the same level as horseback riding and archery.
Emperor Hongde readily agreed and immediately ordered the Ministry of Works to carry it out.
The execution time for the Ruan, Xie, and Yu families had arrived, and the execution ground was crowded with onlookers. Everyone was discussing the matter, and they pieced together the whole story from their words and glances.
"I heard they are raising demons and even want to kill the goddess, which has angered His Majesty."
"This is utterly depraved; demons eat people."
"Old Madam Xie is all talk and no action. She has harmed countless people in order to raise evil spirits. Now that her deeds have been exposed, this is her just retribution."
"The Yu family captured so many children and used them all to feed demons. These powerful and wealthy people are simply inhuman."
"Thanks to the goddess who rid us of the demons, otherwise who knows how many more people would have died."
The executioner listened to the conversation, looked at Ruan Rongping and the others being executed, and sighed.
It is said that on that day, on the altar of the gods in Jianzhang Palace, the goddess predicted that Ruan Rongbin's life was coming to an end.
So that's why.
He pulled out the command token and threw it on the ground.
"The time has come, execute him!"
The executioner held his knife.
Ruan Rongping suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Jiang Shumiao!"
The broadsword fell, a head rolled to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.
After the initial shock, the people cheered.
Jiang Shumiao was reading the storybook that Zhuying had brought her when she suddenly sneezed several times in a row.
"Even when you're about to die, you still won't repent. Cursing me won't help."
She threw the storybook away, looking unhappy.
"Which pedantic scholar wrote this? How could a noblewoman from a wealthy family hook up with a poor scholar? Doesn't he have a brain for romance? A phoenix man who lives off a woman and then becomes rich and powerful has a princess begging to marry him. The person who wrote this must have shit for brains."
Neither Fuqu nor Qianli made a sound.
Xiao Yitang happened to walk in and, upon hearing this, laughed and said, "These are just the delusions of scholars. We, Miaomiao, with our keen eyes and sharp minds, can see through them at a glance."
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