The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 675.1: Sack Attack

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Xiao Heng helplessly held his forehead.

This girl…

There was no way to stop her from going. She might agree nicely in front of him but would sneak away as soon as he turned around.

Don’t be fooled by how easygoing Gu Jiao usually was at home; that was because she was extremely tolerant of her family. With outsiders, it was a different story.

Han shizi brought those Shaolin martial monks who injured all the players of Tianqiong Academy. If Gu Jiao could swallow this, she wouldn’t be Gu Jiao.

She was like a young wolf facing a fully grown tiger. Even if she couldn’t win, she would still bite off a piece of flesh.

This fierce spirit was in her bones.

Moreover, it was pointless to suggest avoiding conflict with the Han Family to prevent their retaliation. The moment Han Che coveted the horse king, the feud was officially established.

People from the lower states had no status in the upper countries. If the Han Family desired something from them, they would just take it without any qualms.

But Gu Jiao was definitely not a lamb that could be slaughtered at will.

No one could take anything from her.

She wouldn’t allow it, and Xiao Heng wouldn’t either.

……

"That’s all for this morning’s cla.s.ses."

In the prodigy cla.s.s at Lingbo Academy, Teacher Lu ended the lesson after reciting the last poem.

Since they were all children, most had adults picking them up.

Little Jing Kong was the youngest in the cla.s.s, yet he behaved the most like a little adult. While the other children rushed out eagerly, he remained seated, calmly packing his school bag.

In reality, his idea of packing was just stuffing his books in haphazardly, and Xiao Heng would have to reorganize them when they got home.

Even so, Little Jing Kong packed very slowly, slower than a tortoise.

There was also this rule in the prodigy cla.s.s at the academy: the teacher couldn't leave until all the students had gone.

After all, they were all little kids, and there was a concern about accidents.

Teacher Lu sat at his desk, watching the little guy slowly pack his school bag, his dignified Confucian demeanor giving way to tapping his foot impatiently.

It wasn’t that he was hungry or had something urgent to attend to; it was purely the child’s slow pace that was driving him crazy.

Couldn’t he move a bit faster?

After waiting a while longer, Teacher Lu seriously suspected that half a cup of tea’s time had pa.s.sed, and the child still hadn’t packed even half of his bag.

Teacher Lu couldn't hold it in any longer and said to Little Jing Kong, "Jing Kong, let me help you pack."

Little Jing Kong replied seriously, "No, I must do my own things. I’m not a little kid anymore."

Teacher Lu felt like losing it. If you’re not a little kid, then who is? You're the youngest in the cla.s.s! In my twenty years of teaching, this is the first time I've had such a young student!

Teacher Lu stretched out his legs and changed his sitting position.

Little Jing Kong continued packing slowly.

Teacher Lu changed his sitting position again.

Little Jing Kong was still packing.

Teacher Lu’s blood pressure was about to spike.

Finally, Little Jing Kong finished packing.

Teacher Lu breathed a sigh of relief, thank goodness——

Crash——

Little Jing Kong dumped the books out of his bag again, "I can't find something."

Seeing the pile of books on the desk, Teacher Lu finally rolled his eyes and fainted backward!

Little Jing Kong was taken away by Teacher Cheng.

Teacher Cheng, holding Little Jing Kong’s hand as they left the cla.s.sroom, kindly said, "I’ll take you to lunch today."

Teacher Cheng was a teacher at Lingbo Academy, highly skilled in calligraphy. Xiao Heng had asked him to teach Little Jing Kong calligraphy.

Little Jing Kong was top of his cla.s.s in every subject except for his handwriting, which looked like a battlefield of defeated soldiers——a trait he had definitely adopted from Gu Jiao.

"Oh." Little Jing Kong responded calmly.

Teacher Cheng: "..."

Why does it feel like this child has lost his soul today?

The polo matches had ended, and he was leaving the school without even seeing JiaoJiao. His tiny soul seemed to leave with JiaoJiao, and now he was a soulless Little Jing Kong.

……

After Han shizi and Ming Junw.a.n.g came out of the pavilion’s top floor, they went to the entrance of Lingbo Academy, where Ming Junw.a.n.g’s carriage and Han shizi’s horse were already waiting outside.

"I’ll escort you home first." Han shizi said.

"Thank you, cousin." Ming Junw.a.n.g replied with a smile.

Han shizi mounted his horse and escorted Ming Junw.a.n.g back to the Crown Prince Estate.

Ming Junw.a.n.g lifted the curtain of the carriage window and called out to Han shizi, "Cousin."

Han shizi glanced at the road ahead and then turned to look at him, "What is it?"

Ming Junw.a.n.g said, “You didn’t finish what you were saying earlier. What do you mean by saying that His Majesty no longer avoids his birthday?”

Han shizi gazed ahead, his eyes deep, and said, "Either he has forgiven the former Crown Princess, or he has completely severed ties with her. Judging by the current situation, the latter seems more likely."

Ming Junw.a.n.g muttered, “Then why hasn’t Imperial Grandfather deposed the eldest imperial grandson yet?”

When the Emperor demoted the Crown Princess to a commoner and exiled her to the imperial mausoleum, the eldest imperial grandson was not implicated. But unexpectedly, the eldest imperial grandson insisted on following his mother.

The Emperor said then, “If you dare to leave, Zhen will consider you no longer my grandson!”

The eldest imperial grandson still left.

Logically, this should have meant a severed relationship with the Emperor, and since that day, the Emperor had never mentioned the eldest imperial grandson again, so many people believe the Emperor no longer acknowledged him as a grandson.

But the Emperor never issued a decree demoting the eldest imperial grandson to a commoner. In the end, was he still an imperial grandson or not?

No one dared to question the Emperor or speculate about his thoughts. In any case, the t.i.tle “eldest imperial grandson” was considered unlucky, so the Crown Prince simply ordered his subordinates to keep silent and not refer to Ming Junw.a.n.g as “eldest imperial grandson.”

Ming Junw.a.n.g snorted, “I was clearly born as the eldest imperial grandson, but the former Crown Princess suddenly brought back a child from outside, claiming he’s months older than me, taking my position as the eldest imperial grandson!”

He dreamed of being openly addressed as “eldest imperial grandson.”

Han shizi said sternly, “You don’t need to worry about him anymore. Spoken words from the Emperor are also an imperial decree. If His Majesty says he no longer acknowledges him, then he won’t be acknowledged. You are the true eldest imperial grandson of Great Yan, and the entire Han Family is behind you.”

Indeed, the whole Han family was his backing. How could an illegitimate child with an unknown father compete with him?

Recalling something, Ming Junw.a.n.g asked mysteriously, “Cousin, do you think that rumor is true?”

Han shizi glanced at him, "What rumor?"

Ming Junw.a.n.g signaled to the embroidered-uniform guards, who surrounded the carriage, preventing anyone from approaching.

Only then did Ming Junw.a.n.g whisper, “That he is a child brought back by the Crown Princess from outside and is not her biological offspring.”

If this was true, then that person would be completely unrelated to the position of eldest imperial grandson.

Han shizi frowned a bit and said sternly, "Junw.a.n.g, it’s best not to spread such rumors. This concerns the imperial family’s reputation, and if the Emperor holds you responsible, you may not be able to bear the consequences.”

Thinking of the Emperor's unpredictable and ruthless nature, Ming Junw.a.n.g felt a chill down his spine.

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