After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Chapter 111 No Worries About the Future

The woman raised her hand to wipe away her tears. "I'm happy."

As for her tears, they were only a hope that her father in the afterlife would know the good news that the enemy who killed him was also dead. She suddenly reached out and hugged Yan Yun.

Her voice choked with emotion, "Miss, thank you."

Yan Yun was startled; this feeling made her uncomfortable, and she almost reached out to push her away.

Shi Yunjun's death had nothing to do with him.

"I did not do anything."

The woman shook her head, withdrew her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and smiled.

“Miss, my father named me Huiying.”

Now that she's alive, she naturally wants Yan Yun to know her name.

Yan Yun read her name aloud, "Huiying, live well, carrying on your father's legacy."

"Yes."

Qing'er knocked on the door from the outside.

"Miss, someone requests an audience with you."

Huiying immediately stood up and extended her hand to Yan Yun, who then used her hand to stand up.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

This academy is much more relaxed than the oppressive Zheng Academy.

As for the people who came to see Yan Yun.

Right outside the door, she was wearing a veil that concealed her face, and only removed the veil after seeing Yan Yun.

She greeted Yan Yun warmly, "Miss Ning'er."

The person who came was Yu Zhi.

She removed her veil and walked directly into the academy.

She stared intently at the neatly arranged scrolls of books.

She told Yan Yun that when she heard Zheng Jihua buy an academy for his daughter at the mansion, she thought those people were joking, but now she realized that what they said was true.

Standing next to Yan Yun, Yu Zhi said with great envy, "I really envy you for having such a good father."

She thought it was a compliment, but when she turned her head, she saw that Yan Yun's face had darkened, and she panicked a little.

"Miss Ning'er, what, what's wrong? Did you do something you dislike?"

Just as Yu Zhi said, in the eyes of outsiders, Yan Yun was Zheng Jihua's beloved daughter, and all these things were given to Yan Yun by Zheng Jihua.

But for Yan Yun, all these things were just fleeting memories. The only way to end this was to return the life that had taken hers.

Yu Zhi was a perceptive maid. She noticed that Yan Yun was unhappy and realized that she had said something wrong. She immediately began to comfort Yan Yun.

"Miss Ning'er, I'm not good with words. If I say something wrong, please don't take it to heart."

Yan Yun shook his head; this was his own thought and had nothing to do with her.

Yu Zhi was relieved to see her shake her head. She affectionately took Yan Yun's hand and asked, "But, in such a large academy, it seems like there's no one else here?"

The little dumpling popped its head out from the side.

"You just didn't see me."

The little dumpling told Yu Zhi that because this was an academy for women, there weren't many people here.

Yu Zhi looked around and saw that there were indeed many books, but this place could not be called an academy, since there were no teachers here.

Moreover, without a teacher's instruction, one wouldn't be able to recognize what's written on the scroll. If a teacher is needed, then the teacher would be a man, so this wouldn't be considered an academy exclusively for women.

Yu Zhi corrected what the little dumpling said.

The little dumpling frowned, somewhat unhappy at being refuted.

Yan Yun reached out and tapped her forehead, smoothing out her furrowed brow.

Yu Zhi is right.

She was thinking about this too.

Currently, only Xiao Tuanzi and Huiying remain at the academy. As for the other older sisters, they may not necessarily want to study like the students at the academy; they are simply here to find a place to settle down and make a living.

Yan Yun did not want the academy to become a rival to Baima Academy; he simply wanted it to be a place where he could relax.

Yu Zhi was unaware of her thoughts.

While Yu Zhi and Xiao Tuanzi were still arguing, more visitors arrived outside the door.

Yan Yun went over to take a look and saw that it was an old man.

The pageboy who came with him explained, "His master has come at the request of Lord Zheng."

Qing'er immediately introduced that Yan Yun was her young lady, the daughter of Zheng Jihua.

The old man, however, paid no attention to Qing'er's introduction of Yan Yun's identity.

He strode into the academy and looked at the books and scrolls displayed there, saying, "These are all treasures."

The page boy stood outside the door with no intention of following them in. He told Qing'er that the teacher had come to tutor the young lady and that Qing'er and the others should treat him well and not neglect him.

Yan Yun had already followed behind the old man, having come in because she was worried he might fall, but she also heard what the pageboy said.

Just like Yu Zhi said.

Now that we have an academy, how can we do without teachers?

Zheng Jihua then arranged for her husband to come over.

When the old man saw Yan Yun following him, he guessed what she was thinking.

"I'm not so old that I need a maid to support me."

Yan Yunke did not reach out.

The little dumpling who was talking to Yu Zhi saw him and came over, happily calling out "Grandpa Han".

The old man's furrowed brows immediately relaxed.

He found it strange: "What are you doing here, girl?"

The little dumpling replied, "I came here because I could stay here."

Han Shu stared at her, then looked at Yan Yun and asked, "Who wrote those two pieces of paper outside the door?"

Yan Yun pointed to himself.

Han Shu glanced at her a few more times.

"Who was the previous gentleman?"

Yan Yun felt it would be impolite not to answer, so she asked Qing'er to get her paper and pen and wrote "Mr. Shu" on the paper.

Han Shu was puzzled after reading it. "Since you're following that old man, why are you looking for a new teacher? Is it because even after coming to Yuanjing, that old man still doesn't want to come?"

Yan Yun heard him repeatedly calling him "old man," so he must know who Mr. Shu is.

She put pen to paper again.

Mr. Shu has passed away.

Han Shu frowned immediately upon seeing the words written on the paper, and his voice rose as well, "What did you say?"

Yan Yun lowered his head and wrote it again.

Mr. Shu is dead.

Han Shu's previously composed face immediately revealed a look of desolation. He muttered to himself, "I never expected that a guy like him would leave before me. Heh."

The little girl standing to the side looked at Yan Yun and asked, "Sister, why do you always tell me things I don't know? What did you write?"

She leaned over the table, ready to read the contents.

Han Shu pressed down on the little dumpling's head and said to her, "Now that you're here, you must study hard, or you won't even be able to catch up with this girl."

The girl he was referring to was Yan Yun.

Han Shu told Yan Yun that he had come today intending to mock him, since Zheng Jihua had taken the gold to his residence to humiliate him, believing that Han Shu was a vulgar person who only cared about money.

However, he did not feel that the academy he had visited in the past few days was desecrating the sacred books. Not only was the little dumpling there, but also the old man's disciple.

He then abandoned his idea of ​​mocking him.

He naturally didn't tell Yan Yun what he was thinking, but only told her, "My body can't hold on for much longer, so I'll be going back at noon. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

The little dumpling had many questions and immediately started pestering Han Shu with serious questions.

I kept asking why, why.

Yu Zhi was hiding behind the bookshelf, listening to their conversation.

She didn't dare to show her face until she saw that Yan Yun had noticed her, at which point she immediately waved to him.

Yan Yun walked towards Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi asked Yan Yun with some surprise, "Do you know who that person is?"

Yan Yun shook his head, not knowing who he was.

Yu Zhi explained to her, "That person is the Grand Tutor's mentor."

Just as Yan Yun did not know who Lu Mingyuan was, Yan Zhihe did not know who the Grand Tutor was.

All she knew was that the old man must be a very learned person.

Although Yu Zhi lamented that Yan Yun was unaware of this person's identity, she was still overjoyed. "Miss Ning'er, may I come here?"

Yan Yun nodded. She was free to come whenever she wanted; this wasn't a heavily guarded place.

Yu Zhi happily grasped Yan Yun's hand.

"Meeting you is truly my blessing."

Yu Zhi came quickly and left quickly. She told Yan Yun that she wanted to come, but she needed to discuss it with the adults in the mansion and get her parents' permission before she could come.

However, she had already gained a lot from this trip and was grateful for Yan Yun's hospitality. She put on her bamboo hat and left the academy.

After the guests left, Yan Yun had some free time to do his own thing, as he had accumulated some knowledge from the back-and-forth conversation between Han Shu and Xiao Tuanzi.

Yan Yun looked at Qing'er, then at Mr. Han. Qing'er shook her head. She wouldn't study anymore; she couldn't learn it anyway, and she'd rather do some odd jobs.

Because the attendants were all waiting outside, Qing'er wasn't worried about her mistress's safety at the academy.

She fled to the backyard and helped the others tidy up the clutter.

Yan Yun also asked Hui Ying if she wanted to learn from the teacher.

Huiying shook her head. She felt she couldn't learn it, but her expression didn't reflect that at all. Qing'er ran away, while Huiying watched Mr. Han's back and listened to the little dumpling talking to him.

Seeing that she was hesitant and awkward, Yan Yun took Huiying out and asked her to listen to what Mr. Han was saying with the little dumpling.

As for Yan Yun herself, she continued copying the damaged scrolls.

Mr. Han walked up behind Yan Yun without her noticing and, upon seeing her handwriting and the content she had copied, pointed out the errors without any hesitation.

He said impatiently to Yan Yun, "This isn't the word we use here, it's this one."

Mr. Han asked Xiao Tuanzi to bring over the pen and paper, and then had her sit with Yan Yun.

He glanced at the tattered scrolls, and with just one look, he memorized the damaged contents onto the paper.

Even though his hands trembled from time to time, his penmanship was sharp and his characters were neat.

After Mr. Han wrote those words out, he asked Yan Yun to copy them over again.

The little dumpling also copied it once.

It has been written down.

She was curious about what it meant.

"Grandpa Han, what does this mean?"

Although Han Shu sounded impatient, he still explained to her earnestly.

He kept calling Mr. Shu "old man," but the two of them were somewhat similar in that they did not lose any manners when facing women, which was completely different from Mr. Yuan and his group.