Hmm? This isn't the poem you submitted?
Fan Hai was also taken aback, and he seemed to be deep in thought.
Realizing something might have gone wrong, Fan Hai quickly picked up the little dumpling and ran towards the Mu family.
When they arrived at the Mu family home, Xiao Tuanzi and Fan Hai learned that the four princes of Longyuan Kingdom were gathered in Mu Tingzheng's study.
As the little boy stepped into the study, he saw his four uncles standing in the room, dressed in nine-clawed python robes and wearing purple-gold crowns.
The little dumpling looked around at the four of them with her round eyes, still holding the incense burner she was going to give to her father.
"Hehe, my little dumpling is back."
The eldest prince, the Southern King, opened his arms to the little girl as soon as he saw her, and a kind and friendly smile immediately appeared on his face.
The other three princes' uncles also showed affection when they saw the little dumpling. They reached out their hands to the little dumpling and said in unison:
"Little dumpling, let your second uncle hold you."
"Little dumpling, come quickly to your third uncle."
"Little dumpling, let your fourth uncle give you a kiss."
Faced with the four enthusiastic uncles, the little dumpling didn't know whose invitation to accept.
Mu Ting pushed them aside and came out, taking a few steps to pick up the little dumpling and hug him.
"You four are really something! When my daughter comes back, of course she should look for her father first."
The four of them rolled their eyes at Mu Tingzheng with disdain.
"You, as a father, can hold our little dumpling at home every day, but we finally get to see her once in a while, and you still want to take her away!"
Mu Ting, holding the little dumpling, proudly said to them:
"Hmph! This is my daughter. If you're so capable, go and hug your own daughter!"
The four of them immediately felt a deep resentment towards Mu Tingzheng.
That old Mu!
You really know how to bring up the most sensitive topic!
They knew perfectly well that all of them had only big, healthy boys and none of them had daughters.
Throughout the entire royal bloodline, Princess Yuening was the only one who gave birth to this little girl.
Mu Tingzheng deliberately flaunted this to provoke them!
Seeing the envious looks on the four people's faces, Mu Ting felt even more smug. Then he noticed the incense burner in the little dumpling's hand, and casually shouted:
"Daughter! Did you buy this incense burner especially for your father?"
Nan Wang spoke first: "No, no, little dumpling, quickly say it's for your eldest uncle."
The other three, not to be outdone, retorted:
"Go away, go away! It was clearly meant for me, wasn't it? Little dumpling, wasn't it for your second uncle?"
"Give it to Third Uncle, he likes it."
"What are you all arguing about! You're all getting on in years! This is how it should be! Fourth Uncle is the youngest, so the little dumpling should definitely go to him!"
Facing her four uncles who were gazing at her expectantly, the little girl slowly handed the incense burner to Mu Tingzheng, saying apologetically:
"I'm sorry, uncles, I didn't know you were coming, so I only bought one incense burner."
Seeing the little guy's downturned lips, the four princes quickly said with concern that they were just joking and that they didn't want any gifts, as long as the little dumpling was happy.
Mu Ting was showing off the incense burner to the four of them when he placed it in the most conspicuous spot in the study.
When the little boy saw the calligraphy scrolls hanging on the wall, he remembered that he had come to talk to his father.
Since her four uncles were also there, she recounted what she had heard in the teahouse.
Five men surrounded the little girl, listening intently to her story with serious expressions.
Mu Ting was taking a framed piece of paper from the bookshelf; it was the poem he had taught Xiao Tuanzi to write.
“The poems that Little Dumpling wrote are still here, but the essays I taught her to write are gone.”
The Fourth Prince quickly realized what was happening and said:
"That is to say, someone imitated Xiaotuanzi's notes, wrote another poem, and switched it when submitting it to the college. She did not submit the article, but submitted the poem instead."
The King of the South asked:
"Old Mu, who did you send to the college to submit the paper back then?"
Mu Tingzheng: "It was Mu Ran. At the time, a bodyguard was sent with her."
The Prince of the South said in a deep voice, "Then call those two people here. I want to see who's so bold as to touch Little Tuanzi's admission application."
The little dumpling was startled when it heard the name Mu Ran.
Sister Mu Ran...
Mu Ran and the guard were quickly brought in.
The bodyguard's name was Zifeng, and he was one of the five bodyguards under Mu Tingzheng.
With a resolute air about her delicate face, Zi Teng walked steadily to Mu Tingzheng and respectfully bowed.
Looking at the five men in the room who exuded an oppressive aura, Mu Ran was completely bewildered and knelt down with a thud.
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