"Me? To take charge of the palace school?" Ye Wanwan looked at Rong Chen in front of her who was saying something she couldn't understand, and made a sharp sound. Yes, she couldn't understand at all.
Okay, okay, she really didn't know what was going on in this person's head! It turned out that she was just a brick, to be moved wherever she was needed.
Rong Chen, who was pissed off by those old guys, felt extremely helpless and his face was full of worry. "There are so many people, but I don't have anyone to use. I have to ask Yongqing for help."
It’s not that there is no one who can use the job, but if he wants to make a radical change to the existing situation, he can’t think of anyone other than Ye Wanwan.
"Your Majesty, I have an idea. Let Lord Jiang come back to take charge of the palace school. Lord Jiang will definitely win the support of the people in terms of both talent and character." Adhering to the idea that it is better for a friend to die than for me to die, Ye Wanwan thought of Jiang Huaixu who was far away in Fu Yu City without much thought.
Don't ask why, she doesn't want to be a slave, and you can tell just by listening how offensive this matter of rectifying the palace school is, she can't afford to offend, ah ah ah ah...
Speaking of status, she may still have the title of princess, but when it comes to real power, she is afraid that someone will want to take advantage of her at any time. Thinking of this, Ye Wanwan said with a bitter face, "If it is business matters, I can still help Your Majesty with the worries, but I am powerless to help with the affairs of the palace school..."
"This?" When Ye Wanwan saw that bright moment, countless curses against the capitalists flashed through her mind. This was a golden ticket to immunity from death, which was so damn exciting.
Rong Chen's voice was full of temptation, and it was so gentle and persuasive, "I will send two secret guards to protect you. If you agree to this, the golden medal of immunity from death will also be yours."
After accepting the tough job, Ye Wanwan walked out of the palace, feeling the heavy weight of the bag. She felt that her shoulders had also become heavier. It was not that she did not know how to refuse, but that others gave her too much.
As soon as the imperial edict was issued, the public opinion in the capital changed. Some people were waiting to see the show, some were working late into the night to write memorials to impeach and advise, and some were ready to give Ye Wanwan a warning.
The next day, Ye Wanwan did not delay and got up early in the morning. After having breakfast, she changed into the clothes she usually wore for training. They were simple, fashionable, clean and refreshing.
At the gate of the palace school, a group of officials' children were standing there in a sloppy and unfocused manner. As Rong Chen had arranged, they came out to greet their teacher.
"How can we be afraid of a woman? Just wait and see. I let her come today, and tomorrow she will cry and say she doesn't want to come." The speaker was General Han's only son, the most cynical and fearless.
Just as he said this, his hand was casually teasing in his sleeve. Inside was a struggling snake, spitting out its tongue and swimming around, not afraid at all.
The servant who followed him was sweating profusely. How could he be the one to take on this dreadful task? His Majesty might not kill the young master, but his life was certainly in jeopardy.
Thinking of his own life, the servant could only weakly persuade him, "Master, Princess Yongqing was personally conferred by His Majesty..."
"Don't worry, this snake isn't poisonous. It'll just scare her. At most, she'll suffer a little." Han Zhengfei shook his head nonchalantly, then turned to the snake in his sleeve and muttered, "Xiao Ya, try your best. Whether you can drive her away depends on you."
The servant who was glared at fiercely had a bitter face and could only pray in his heart that the princess was safe. It was very difficult for him to follow such a master.
Amidst everyone's secret anticipation, Ye Wanwan finally arrived.
"Hello, Master."
"Hello, Master."
"Hello, Master."
Her ears were filled with lazy greetings, and it was hard to tell how respectful they were. However, for Ye Wanwan, she was already satisfied. At least it didn't become too awkward, so she endured it.
Just as she was about to say hello to everyone, a beautiful parabola flashed through the air. Ye Wanwan was quick-witted and grabbed the snake by the skin of its waist, feeling somewhat helpless.
Who was Ye Wanwan? Was she afraid of snakes? This little trick wouldn't work in front of her.
"Is it fun?" Ye Wanwan threw the snake towards Han Zhengfei and asked with a smile.
Han Zhengfei hadn't even finished looking shocked when the people standing next to him started running around. In order not to hurt his classmates, Han Zhengfei had no choice but to capture the little girl whom he had high hopes for.
When he looked up again, Ye Wanwan was already standing in front of him, smiling, as if they were competing to see who was more cynical.
"Is it fun?" Ye Wanwan was very dissatisfied with not getting an answer, and asked again, her eyes also on the snake in Han Zhengfei's hand.
Han Zhengfei threw the snake in his hand heavily onto a deserted area and began to play dumb. "Master, what do you mean? I'm just afraid the snake might hurt someone else."
"It's nothing special. You did a great job. I just wanted to tell everyone that I live deep in the mountains." Ye Wanwan said, and then added, "Everyone, just do what you need to do. I'll take a look around first."
Suddenly, he heard someone say, "My home is deep in the mountains." Some people are still out of the situation and confused. Han Zhengfei, knowing that this sentence was directed at him, shook his head in annoyance.
So, in this secret contest, the only one who was hurt in the end was a snake, a poor snake that was forced to be involved in the dispute.
Ye Wanwan's fight here has not yet ended, and Rong Chen over there is also being attacked by a group of people.
Conferring the title of princess on a princess had no direct impact on the ministers in the court, so they would just turn a blind eye to it. However, they were absolutely not happy about letting a woman be in charge of the palace school.
"Your Majesty, how can Princess Yongqing, a woman, take on the important task of studying in the palace? I am an old and stupid minister, and I beg Your Majesty to revoke your order. You must not disrupt the laws of our dynasty." The minister with a white beard knelt on the ground, feeling extremely distressed.
Rong Chen's expression remained unchanged as he spoke lightly, his words merciless, "Since you know you're stupid, who gave you the courage to question my decision?"
What does it mean to be so angry that one dies? This is what happened now. The white-bearded minister didn't know how to react to Rong Chen's cold words. He had a prepared speech in his mind, but now he didn't know how to continue.
What does it mean to shut up when you know you're stupid? Is there anyone who talks like that? He's been in the imperial court for so many years and has lived to this age, but this is the first time someone has talked like that!
Even if one person was retorted, there were still thousands and thousands of others. Reform was never easy no matter where it was. Rong Chen looked at the group of people kneeling down in front of him, and he slightly restrained his sharpness and began to show that there was still room for negotiation.
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