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nHe looked at Qian Yiyun with contempt and mocked, “Will Wen Hua accept you if we don’t? You look like you’re poor. Wen Hua Academy is filled with elites from wealthy families. If you want to join in the fun, aren’t you afraid you’ll be the laughing stock?”

nQian Yiyun took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to curse.

nI knew it! I was wondering why De Yuan Academy’s teachers are so snobbish. It’s because we’re dressed in plain clothes! So our good reputation in the past was built on our clothes, right?

nThis school sucks up to the rich and degrades the poor, preventing their children from attending.

nMy sister-in-law is clever! She made us change our clothes before leaving, and we saw through this school completely!

n“De Yuan is amazing! What a role model teacher! This princess here finally understands today that all of you are damned snobs!”

n“Let’s go home.”

nAn Jiuyue could not be bothered to speak anymore. After this incident, she finally understood that the capital was a place with two-faced people.

nShe needed assets to establish herself here, but she did not seem to have them yet.

n“Are we not going to Wen Hua anymore, Sister-in-law?” Qian Yiyun asked An Jiuyue.

nThey could visit Wen Hua if De Yuan did not want them. And if Wen Hua also did not want them, they could re-look at the materials Yan Qin had given them about the many other schools.

nThey should be able to find a school that would satisfy her sister-in-law and the two children, right?

n“No. Let’s return to the prince of the second rank’s residence first. The royal court assembly should have ended now,” An Jiuyue said and left with the two children.

nShe thought she had to find another way to send the children to a proper school.

n“Princess? Prince of the second rank’s residence?”

nBehind them, the arrogant teacher’s expression changed when he heard Qian Yiyun’s reference to herself and An Jiuyue’s mention of the prince of the second rank’s residence.

nThe dean had told him in the morning that Prince Zhan Yun had returned yesterday. People from the Prince Zhan Yun Residence had even come to ask the dean about the qualifications of De Yuan Academy’s teachers and admission requirements.

nThe dean had told them that Prince Zhan Yun probably had some plans or relatives whom he wanted to send to the school.

nThey had been waiting. After all, De Yuan Academy was only an ordinary school. The descendants of the royal family avoided attending their school—they attended the Royal Academy.

nIf the children of the Prince Zhan Yun Residence came to study at De Yuan Academy, they would be elevated to a new level!

nAre these two women from the Prince Zhan Yun Residence?

n“Impossible, that’s impossible. They’re just ordinary people trying to infiltrate De Yuan Academy to gain a good reputation,” he muttered to himself as he shook his head.

nHow can people from the Prince Zhan Yun Residence dress so poorly? That’s impossible.

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n“Ah!”

nScreams sounded from Consort Wen’s bedroom again.

nPrince Sui had a white cloth in his mouth, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. His arms felt like they had been torn apart and could not be reassembled. He was in a lot of pain.

n“Be g-gentler…”

nConsort Wen felt awful as she watched her son suffer and could not help but urge the imperial physicians to be gentler.

nWhat kind of person is An Jiuyue? Why can’t the imperial physicians find out what happened to Prince Sui?

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