"Bastard, how could the Imperial College have someone like you who has no background or connection at all?" said the son of the Duke of Qi.
"Yes, we don't want to study with such people." said the youngest son of the Minister of Rites.
"Yes, let's go and tell the gentleman to get out." said King Xiaoyao's son.
Mo Yu lay on the ground, staring at the sky. Judging from his appearance, he must have been beaten more than once.
Xia Mochen felt so painful that he wanted to kill someone, and the teacher from the Imperial College was ready to go over and stop him.
But just as he was about to go over, he saw her uncle walking over. "Bah, you bastards. Try to hit one of us again? If you keep doing this, I'll run to the palace and tell my nephew, the emperor's favorite little princess, and his brother Xia Mochen, who is my nephew's personal bodyguard. I can expel all of you from the Imperial College with just one word."
"Hmph, why do you always protect him? His brother is just his subordinate. Who is the little princess? How could she offend the son of an important official because of a word from a subordinate?" said King Xiaoyao's son.
"Then why don't you try it?"
The third uncle, Yang Kun, who was less than eight years old, clenched his fists. His chubby little hands were very cute. "I was born in a family of military commanders. Do you believe that I can beat up the three of you? I'll beat you up first, and then I'll go find my little nephew."
"Hmph, we'll let you go today."
The three of them felt a little guilty when they saw Yang Kun's fist. After all, the Wang family was a family of military commanders, and if they were really beaten, they would probably just admit defeat.
"etc!"
Wanwan walked over and asked, "Are you going to leave like this after beating someone up?"
"Where did this little girl come from? How dare she teach us a lesson?" King Xiaoyao's son was the most arrogant.
"How dare you! This is the emperor's favorite little princess."
The teacher of the Imperial College roared, "Why don't you kneel down and salute?"
After a roar, a group of people knelt down in fear and trepidation. Knowing they had committed a serious crime, they instantly prostrated themselves on the ground in humiliation. It was as if even breathing was a mistake.
Wanwan walked over, helped Xia Moyu up, and gave the Imperial College teacher a cold look, "Teacher, it seems that there is a dereliction of duty in education management?"
The teacher of the Imperial College immediately knelt down and said, "Princess, I have indeed failed in my duty. Please punish me."
Wanwan sighed, "I can't punish you. Wait for my father's decision. Go and invite their parents over. If they don't come, tell them directly that we will see you in the court tomorrow."
When the teacher at the Imperial College heard this, he naturally did not dare to neglect it. So, Wanwan called the imperial physician to examine Mo Yu's wound.
This is a damn thing that would have been fine if she hadn't seen it, but once she saw it, it almost turned her brother Chen into a villain. His whole body is covered with old wounds and new wounds.
"Alas, little princess, Brother Mochen, it's my fault that I didn't take good care of him. Moyu is my best friend, and he helped me with a lot of my homework."
Yang Kun felt distressed when he saw the wound. "They often beat up Brother Moyu. If I wasn't afraid that I would get into a fight at school and my dad would beat me when he got home, I would have attacked them a long time ago."
"I've wanted to tell you several times, but this is just a child's matter after all. It's really hard to handle." Yang Kun looked at Wan Wan, feeling helpless. But at last, Xia Moyu met her savior today.
"Moyu, why don't you fight back?" Xia Mochen asked, "Your martial arts skills are among the best in the Imperial College."
Xia Moyu looked at Xia Mochen without saying anything.
But Xia Mochen had long understood why. Since the death of his parents, he and his brother had no status in the palace.
It is understandable that Mo Yu has an inferiority complex, considering that his brother is just a subordinate of the little princess. He does not want to cause trouble for his brother.
But what he didn't know was that being able to study in the Imperial College was itself a symbol of status.
This shows the emperor's emphasis on the little princess and his recognition of their brothers.
"Greetings to the little princess, may you live long and long."
King Xiaoyao and the Duke both bowed lightly.
Only the Minister of Rites, who was of a lower status, knelt down and saluted, giving him some face.
Wanwan's anger instantly rose. It seemed that these people really didn't realize their mistakes.
"Your son beat my guard's brother like this. He even called him a bastard. What should we do with him?"
Wanwan looked at them coldly, her tone as if she was chatting. Damn it, if you don't give me an explanation today, I'll teach you a lesson.
What happened to the Duke's Mansion?
And that King Xiaoyao!
I haven't even settled the score with my dad for cheating on me last time. Let's settle it all together this time.
"Oh, little princess. You know, children are just playing around. It's inevitable that there will be scratches, which is normal." King Xiaoyao spoke first.
"Yes, little princess, it's normal for children to fight." The Duke's Mansion dotes on this son ridiculously, and he is probably usually in the mansion.
"Yes, little princess." The Minister of Rites also said it casually. After all, he had Qi Guohong's support, so he naturally spoke more boldly.
Wanwan showed them the wounds and said, "Do you call this a minor fight? If so, I'll tell Daddy directly. He'll punish each of us with fifty lashes of the cane. This should only be considered a minor fight, right?"
"Princess, how do you want to solve this problem?" King Xiaoyao said impatiently.
This attitude completely wore out Wanwan's remaining patience. It seemed like these people really didn't take her seriously enough.
"How do you want to solve it?"
Wanwan looked at them coldly and smiled, "I asked you to come here today because I want you to watch how I educate your children. I want to give you a reminder."
"Brother Chen, fifty lashes each. Drag them out and beat them! Beat them to death and throw them out of the palace."
She was so angry that she threw the cups on the table directly to the ground, making a strange sound.
"yes!"
This is a good job. I can finally avenge my brother with a legitimate reason.
Xia Mochen immediately saluted respectfully. He then picked out the leader who had attacked his brother the hardest, the son of King Xiaoyao. He was the one who had inflicted most of the damage.
He went out directly holding up the back of his clothes and asked the palace servants to set up a bench.
"Ah! Father, save me, save me."
King Xiaoyao's son struggled on the bench, but the palace servants had tied him up the next second.
"Princess, what are you doing? As far as I know, the princess has no right to do such things."
Prince Xiaoyao looked at her coldly, "The Emperor does love you very much, but this is not what you should do."
"beat!"
Wanwan looked at him, a challenge clearly on her cute face. "If I hit you, what can you do? Are you going to complain to the Emperor? The Emperor should be in the Imperial Study right now. If I go and help him review some of the memorials, he should be free to take care of this kind of trivial matter."
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