On the day of rebirth, I took my baby to find Jiuqiansui to recognize his relatives

Jiang Yanwan bowed slightly, with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude: "I am Jiang Yanwan, and I came here to find out the truth about my son Ah Yan's injury. I believe that the children here are well-educated, but I believe that the truth should be known to the world."

The instructor's face changed slightly, obviously he had heard about the "Ayan incident", but due to various considerations, he didn't know how to respond for a while.

Just as they were hesitating, a burst of laughter broke the deadlock. Several young men in gorgeous clothes and with noble bearings walked towards them. The one leading them was Zhao Mingzhe, the son of an important official in the court.

"Oh, isn't this the famous doctor Jiang Yanwan? How come you have time to visit our small school?" Zhao Mingzhe had a playful smile on his face, which seemed casual but was actually full of deep meaning.

Jiang Yanwan looked at Zhao Mingzhe with a sharp gaze. "Mr. Zhao, you are too kind. I came here to find out the truth. As far as I know, when Ah Yan was attacked, your school was holding a horseback archery class. Didn't anyone notice anything unusual?"

Zhao Mingzhe pretended to be surprised and shrugged: "Oh? What a pity, I happened to be on leave that day and didn't witness that scene. However, all the students in the school are children of princes and nobles, who would do such a despicable thing?"

The students around were whispering to each other and the atmosphere was tense.

Jiang Yanwan looked around and found that most of the students either lowered their heads to avoid her or looked at her with curiosity. Obviously, no one was willing to stand up and testify.

"It seems that there is no calm in the school and people's minds are hard to predict." Although Jiang Yanwan's voice was soft, it was like a cold wind blowing, making many people shiver.

Just as she was about to leave, a clear voice rang out from the crowd: "Madam, although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I remember that Master Zhao was not in the school that day. He actually went to the back mountain secretly."

Everyone was startled when they heard the voice, and looked in the direction of the voice. It turned out to be Li Wenxiu, who was usually taciturn.

Zhao Mingzhe's face instantly turned pale, and he was about to explode, but Jiang Yanwan raised her hand to stop him, with a sharp flash in her eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Li, I will verify all the clues one by one.

As for the truth, it will eventually come to light!"

Jiang Yanwan returned to her residence, with thoughts in her mind as dense as a woven web.

She understood that in order to enter the aristocratic school, she must have the right identity and reason. So she wrote a letter detailing her thoughts and entrusted it to Wu Junyao, hoping that he could present it to the emperor on her behalf.

A few days later, news came from the palace that the emperor was quite interested in Jiang Yanwan's proposal and agreed that she could open medical courses in the school to promote medical knowledge. At the same time, he would give special care to A Yan to ensure that he would not be discriminated against in the school.

Jiang Yanwan felt a little comforted to learn that this matter had been accomplished, but she also understood that the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges.

The new moon was rising, the moonlight was like water, Jiang Yanwan stood in front of the bronze mirror, gently tied a veil as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing only her bright and determined eyes.

She knew very well that from now on, she would not only be A Yan's mother, but also a medical lecturer in the school. With a dual identity, she would shuttle between power and medicine.

The next day, when she appeared in the classroom for the first time with her face covered by a veil, it caused quite a stir. Students were whispering to each other, full of curiosity about the identity of this mysterious lecturer.

Jiang Yanwan walked up to the podium, her voice gentle but firm: "Students, you are the future of the country, and it is equally important for you to learn how to protect yourself. Today, I will teach you some basic medical knowledge."

As time went by, Jiang Yanwan's lectures in the school became more and more popular.

She not only taught medical theories, but also guided students to observe and think in her own way. Invisibly, those originally indifferent or alienated noble children began to respect this mysterious lecturer.

Jiang Yanwan stood on the podium, patiently explaining the identification and application of herbs. The students listened attentively, and even the noble sons who loved to play pranks on weekdays nodded from time to time, immersed in the ocean of medical skills.

At this moment, there was a slight commotion at the back of the classroom. When Ah Yan stood up, his schoolbag accidentally fell, and the books inside scattered all over the floor, causing a burst of laughter. There were a few whispers in the laughter, and a few young men exchanged glances, with smug faces.

Ah Yan's face turned pale and he quickly squatted down to pick them up, only to find that one of the books was particularly heavy. It turned out to be a smooth pebble of similar size to the book.

Embarrassment and humiliation instantly surged into his heart. He raised his head and his eyes met the faces of those people who were hiding in the corner trying to hold back their laughter.

Jiang Yanwan's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. She had already noticed this scene. She sighed inwardly, then walked down the podium calmly, came to Ah Yan, and asked softly: "What's wrong, Ah Yan? Do you need help?"

Ah Yan bit his lip, shook his head, and tried to solve the problem himself. Jiang Yanwan bent down to pick up the stone, gently stroking its surface with her fingers, her eyes fixed, and she understood everything in her heart.

She stood up again and scanned the whole class. The air seemed to freeze, and even the slightest sound was infinitely amplified. Finally, her eyes fell on a young man with a gloating smile on his face - it was the son of another important official in the court, Wei Zixuan.

"Mr. Wei, I remember we were told in class that a doctor must have a kind heart, not only towards his patients, but also towards his classmates. May I ask, what is the medical value of this stone?" Jiang Yanwan's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, with an authority that could not be ignored.

Wei Zixuan's smile froze on his face, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. The classmates around him also cast strange looks at him, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

"Teacher, I...I was just joking on a whim..." Wei Zixuan stammered, obviously not expecting to be exposed on the spot.

"A joke?" Jiang Yanwan's voice turned colder. "If it happened on the battlefield, this kind of 'joke' could cost a companion his life. Ah Yan's book turned into stone. It may seem like a trivial matter, but it actually exposes his lack of character. As a noble, you should know how to respect and be self-disciplined instead of bullying others."

The classroom was silent, and everyone waited with bated breath. Jiang Yanwan slowly turned around and faced all the students. She spoke in a soft but firm voice, "I hope that after today, you can all learn from this and remember that medicine is not only a skill, but also a reverence for life. Whether it is towards learning or towards others, you must have a loving heart."

After that, she bent down to help Ah Yan pick up the books one by one and put them back into her schoolbag, revealing her silent warmth and support in her actions. Ah Yan looked up and met her mother's eyes, seeing encouragement and determination in them, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, with gratitude and determination.

After class that day, those noble children who originally wanted to see the joke avoided the gazes of Jiang Yanwan and A Yan, and some even apologized to A Yan in private. Although A Yan was still a little disappointed, he was more moved, because he knew that he was not alone.

At night, the moon was high in the sky, and the lights in Jiang Yanwan's study were still bright.

Spread out on the table are bits and pieces of information collected from the school. These fragmented pieces of information pieced together reveal a truth that is darker than imagined.

The accident that happened to Ayan was actually a malicious frame-up planned by Zhao Mingzhe.