Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

In front of a college.

Several scholars were playing and joking with each other, carrying a satchel, holding a blue-covered book in their hands, and laughing happily.

But there was only one person who had a sad face and pursed his lips, and he could not fit in with this group of cheerful male scholars.

"Did everyone remember what the Master said today? The so-called way of loyalty to the emperor..."

Before the man could finish his words, another scholar hit him on the head with a rolled-up book, and said in dissatisfaction: "You are such a boring person. We finally got out of school. Why don't you think about... where to eat tonight?"

"My old man has been so busy lately that he has no time to check my homework. You guys decide the location, I'll accompany you. Anyway, I have time!"

Several people were pushing and shoving each other and bumped into a dejected young man standing nearby.

"Are you guys done yet?"

Xia Zhisong roared, his hair standing on end with rage and his dark eyebrows twisted together, which made the scholars stop.

When the other people heard this, they immediately became quiet, lowered their heads, glanced at each other, and looked at each other in confusion.

"Mr. Xia, what's going on?"

But one of them was not afraid at all. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked very proud. He found Xia Zhisong's embarrassed look funny.

However, he did not say it out loud.

"None of your business, lackey."

"You are worthy of calling my name?"

Xia Zhisong looked at him coldly, pursed his lips, and was very unconvinced. He just couldn't stand this kind of young man who didn't need to take the imperial examination and had a hereditary official position.

Why are some people, who are all human beings, able to wear black gauze hats and red official robes without having to take imperial examinations?

It's really frustrating.

"Who are you calling a lackey? Pah!"

"Xia Zhisong, everyone knows that your father is trying to curry favor with someone. Could it be that this lackey is talking about me?"

The other party was sarcastic and harsh, but his words hit the nail on the head, leaving Xia Zhisong speechless in rebuttal.

Seeing that Xia Zhisong had lost his momentum, the young man on the opposite side took advantage of the situation and his every move was more powerful than the last.

"Now, everyone in Jinzhou City knows why your father has people fawning over him. It's because your sister was chosen to be His Highness's companion!"

"Why, you still have the nerve to say that to me?"

"If my family had this ability, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

"Brothers, don't you agree?"

He opened his arms, his white scholar's robe fluttering in the wind, his eyebrows raised, and he looked quite proud.

A group of scholars surrounding him behind him clapped and cheered, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the fun and started to make a noise.

"Mr. Xia, this is a good thing. You don't need to study in our academy or read the books of saints anymore—"

"Go home and beg your good sister. Maybe she will be so soft-hearted that she will ask His Highness for a position for you!"

"Everyone, say yes or no!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

There was a burst of laughter at the entrance of the academy, and the fragrance of autumn pine and cypress drifted in the breeze into the nostrils of every student.

Refreshing.

But Xia Zhisong didn't think so. He was almost angry to death, and let his black hair tied by a headband blow in the wind.

Amidst the laughter, Xia Zhisong gritted his teeth and gradually began to change his smile from being furious to looking full of disdain.

"What's the point of me talking to you bunch of rubbish? It's my honor to be appreciated by His Highness."

"You might as well think about how to establish yourself in Jinzhou City in the future."

He seemed to be very confident. Although these people laughed at him, what they said was true. At worst he could just go and ask his sister for help.

As her elder brother, he grew up with her. No matter what, out of consideration for the relationship between brothers, Xia Zhiyuan should say a few good words for him in front of Her Highness.

Why not?

What does it matter if you are ridiculed by the world? As long as you hold an official position, people will come to flatter you.

This group of children from aristocratic families who only know how to read the books of sour saints are just relying on their family background. How am I any worse than them?

If we really want to talk about it, then I am at least from a noble family, the son of a poor family, so I have nothing to gossip about with this group of dandy young men who reek of money.

"Tsk, you talk like we are rare."

The man in the lead held his neck high, still glancing at Xia Zhisong from the corner of his eye, as if he already knew his fate.

"I'm afraid our eldest son Xia doesn't know that Prince Wen's followers are about to attack the city. Maybe... Your Highness will lose power soon..."

However, before he could finish his threatening words, he heard a sound of breaking air behind him, followed by a ruler thrown at him, hitting the back of his head with absolute precision.

"You ignorant child, you are talking nonsense!"

"The academy is a place for quiet cultivation, not a place for you to say nonsense here!"

I saw an old man dressed in the clothes of an academy teacher standing on the stone steps. He stood under the plaque of the academy and looked at the disciples who were talking and laughing with a stern face.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and just threw the ruler in his hand away.

The scholar who was hit on the back of the head straightened his hat with a look of grievance. Although he was angry, he could only bow with both hands.

"Master... the students were reckless and shouldn't have said this here..."

He gave in very quickly and the Master was too lazy to argue with them.

He cleared his throat.

He said solemnly: "It's good for you to know. What kind of world is this now? Our academy is located in a remote place, so there are not so many ears. If someone with ulterior motives heard this, where would you get so many brains to accompany it!"

"Chu Shan, I'm talking about you... If it weren't for your father, who told me to discipline you well, I wouldn't bother to take care of so many things...!"

"What's going on in the court and the world is not something we should be in charge of. Even if your family has some ideas, you shouldn't share them in the academy."

What's more, Her Royal Highness the Princess has the worrying Ghost-Seeing Sword in her hand. No matter what happens, no matter what the intention is, she cannot escape the shadow guard in black armor and iron mask.

The black-armored mask is carved in the image of Bi'an. According to legend, Bi'an is the seventh son of the nine sons of the dragon. He is majestic and enforces the law impartially.

I can't tolerate any sand in my eyes.

The mask was lifelike, as if it had life, able to see through all the illegal thoughts in people's hearts.

"Got it... Master, I won't say that again next time."

"The student knows he is wrong."

The man called Chu Shan by the teacher slid down to his knees first. He lowered his head and glared at Xia Zhisong who was standing next to him with some dissatisfaction.

As for Master Xia Zhisong, he just glanced at him, and with words on his lips, he stopped talking and simply walked away.

He waved his hand and sent the other people away.

"You should go home first. Don't keep me waiting for too long. As for... Zhisong, come here. The Master has something to say to you."