Chapter 242: Do you know who my father is?

"Nai Xin is right!" Kang Zhi Chun smiled, her expression gentle, that unique voice of hers was always her greatest trait; whenever someone felt agitated, hearing her voice would unconsciously calm them down.

"We can't rush; we must be objective, we must emphasize evidence, we can't just guess." Kang Zhi Chun added two more sentences, looking at the people who had just been angry, each one calmed their emotions, and then she continued checking the just-completed task.

In a moment, the children became busy again, but this time they didn't speak.

After about an hour, the people from each academy finally tallied those who had made mistakes on the papers.

In Qing feng Academy, only three people had their papers swapped, and they were those who ranked low on the previous list; as for the Royal Academy, needless to say, He Tang still had a bit of sense, and dared not compare with the Royal Academy at all.

The most swapped papers belonged to Heaven Cloud Academy; Wang Xianshi held the list, thinking of what he had previously sent out, his face went from a fair complexion with a smile, then turned crimson, then bluish, and finally black…

This whole change was just like the face‑changing in Sichuan opera.

"That little bastard, I wish I could kill him!"

Endure!

Can't endure any longer!

Over the years, on other academies' rankings, Heaven Cloud Academy usually secured about twenty spots, at least over ten, but as soon as it came to Heaven Cloud Academy's own list, it would drop to single digits.

He knew that old brat had tampered, but he thought it was deliberate targeting, and then he made those children's papers stricter, which could be considered a form of motivation, so he didn't intervene.

But he never expected that behind the scenes they would swap the exam papers—is this something a person would do?

The children of Heaven Cloud Academy, each one studying hard in cold windows, rely on this path.

They differ from the children of great clans; those clan children are born with many choices, but what about those poor scholars from humble origins? Their hands freeze and develop sores, in the bitter winter their shoes expose their toes, they must wear thin clothing, sitting in cold rooms, each struggling against fate.

And that bastard, for his own selfish gain, is actually ruining the children's futures!

Wang Xianshi looked at the list in his hand, at those more than ten names, crouched on the ground, clutching his head and weeping.

It was his mistake, he had misjudged, he had harmed these kids; he should have pointed it out earlier, he should have spoken up sooner.

"Ah!" a sigh escaped, and Jiang Yunchu sat up straight.

Everyone says one's birth can't change much, everyone says man can conquer heaven, but know that emerging from the great mountains, from impoverished humble origins, requires how much courage and effort.

Jiang Yunchu was exactly that humble‑origin child, even less than that—she was an orphan, no father or mother, from the orphanage she stepped out step by step, attended the most rundown elementary school, with top scores she entered the aristocratic high school tuition‑free, mocked, ridiculed, pointed at, she endured it all.

When they mocked her, she read; when they jeered, she reviewed lessons; when they pointed fingers, her heart was reciting, for she knew she was different from others—she had only one path to walk.

This road, no one can help her; only she can walk it herself!

"Mr. Wang, it's over."

"Yeah, from now on such things won't happen again."

Qing Feng Da Ru also sighed, as if feeling something.

"Found it!"

While the several deans were speaking, Ning Hanmo led eleven people up from the ground and walked to Jiang Yunchu's front.

"Dean, we found it."

Ning Hanmo held two score sheets, as well as the exam paper with Kang Zhi Chun's name written on it, and a piece of paper…

"Oh?"

Jiang Yunchu took the things, then looked at what was in her hands, secretly raised her eyebrows—interesting.

"Du Er, tie the person up for this Princess Consort." Jiang Yunchu didn't ask who, nor even look at those papers, and directly gave the order to Du Er.

Du Er clasped his fists, "Yes!"

Two black‑clad figures shot up from the ground in an instant, after a few turns, right at the rear of the Fame Ranking Academy, they directly seized Cao Shufeng.

"What are you doing? Do you know who my father is?"

Cao Shufeng, who had changed his own name, naturally knew whose paper he held; others could say whatever, but even if he destroyed the papers of the Chun Hua Xue Yuan people, he could never return them.

"Isn't it about the grades? The papers are gone—how do you expect to get them?"

But…

"Isn't there still no result? He's still waiting for the outcome… how did someone just grab him?"

"I'll tell my father and report you to the Censorate—you disregard the law, daring to seize someone in front of so many people." Cao Shufeng's face turned crimson, his eyes showing anxiety.

Had he known, he wouldn't have waited for news; he would have destroyed the papers right away, leaving no evidence when the time came.

"Who is your father?" Jiang Yunchu looked at the grimacing Cao Shufeng and couldn't help laughing.

After Cao Shufeng was released, he stood up directly, "I am a member of the Cao family."

Jiang Yunchu nodded; indeed, she lived up to the Cao family's reputation.

First entered the palace as an Imperial Consort, though not a Cao family member, she used the Cao family's name; later came Noble Consort Cao—rather than saying the Cao family had any power in the court, it's more accurate to say they controlled two generations of the inner palace.

"Cao family person."

Jiang Yunchu rose to her feet, clapped her hands, and nodded her head.

But she suddenly turned to Cao Shufeng, "This Princess Consort is still a Ning family person—do you see how proud I am?"

"The Cao family are subjects."

"The Ning surname is the imperial name, it is the imperial house."

"There is a distinction of rank—how so?"

"Is this Princess Consort not allowed to seize you?"

As Jiang Yunchu spoke, her eyes were sharp; Cao Shufeng was just a child, spoiled at home since young, when had he ever seen such a scene?

His face turned pale, his legs trembled slightly; his shaking wasn't from fatigue, it was fear.

"Search."

Jiang Yunchu couldn't be bothered to tease the child; the Cao family, the Fame Ranking Academy, the Secret Room—what exactly is their connection?

"Yes!"

Du Er stepped forward, grabbed Cao Shufeng's collar at the back of his neck, and was about to search him from behind.

"What are you doing? Don't come over—I am the Second Young Master of the Cao family; I'll have my father kill you…"

……

You really are a filial son!

Here there are people from the Hanlin Academy, people from the Palace, and scholars; you keep praising your father—does your father know?

"Xi Gonggong, the Cao residence had better watch out." When others speak, they don't have that much effect, but the one who speaks is none other than Qing Feng Da Ru.

In Da Ning, one-third of the students are his disciples; even if he doesn't know them, even if he can't remember them, anyone who has read his books or practiced his calligraphy will be his disciple.