I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?-Chapter 113: Qian Fanji’s Nephew

She’d seen all kinds of good-looking people before, but none compared to Sang Zhi. Even at just twelve years old, his looks were enough to guarantee he’d grow up to be incredibly handsome.

’It’s just that he’s too frail,’ she thought. ’He needs to be toughened up.’

’How to turn this little traditionalist from a delicate beauty into a hunk... looks like I’ll need to come up with a plan.’

"That will be all for today’s lesson."

Tutor Zhang gathered his books.

Hearing that class was dismissed, Sang Rui turned his head and glared hatefully toward the back of the room.

Tutor Zhang noticed this. Feeling a bit uneasy, he cleared his throat. "Will you be leaving with me?"

’Senior Sister...’

’He really couldn’t bring himself to say it.’

Upon hearing this, all the students turned to look toward the back.

’The tutor is acting so strangely today. Why is he being so kind to a little kid?’

Ye Qianning was staring intently at the little traditionalist. Her great lucky star just kept getting more and more handsome the longer she looked.

"Ahem!" Tutor Zhang coughed heavily. He couldn’t just call her by name, and he was actually a little embarrassed to call her ’Senior Sister’.

"The tutor is calling you." A faint blush appeared on Sang Zhi’s usually stiff face.

"Hm?" Ye Qianning looked up.

"Would you like to leave with me?" Tutor Zhang asked again.

"No need. I’ll just go with Sang Zhi."

’Sang Zhi?’

Everyone was shocked again. Even though the Eighth Prince was out of favor, he was still a prince. No one dared to address him directly by name.

Tutor Zhang thought for a moment, then addressed the students. "Fighting is forbidden within the academy. Remember the rules well, and do not stir up trouble."

"Yes, Tutor."

The students replied in unison, all except for Sang Rui, who looked resentful.

"Seventh Prince, did you hear me?" The Seventh Prince was usually arrogant and formed his own cliques, so Tutor Zhang worried he would cause trouble for the little girl.

"I heard you," Sang Rui said irritably.

Tutor Zhang walked out of the classroom with his books, glancing back every few steps. He had no idea what the little girl was thinking, insisting on taking this particular class.

As soon as the tutor left, the students burst into a commotion, all crowding around the seats at the back.

"Which family are you from, little one?"

"How old are you? You’re a student at Lou Mountain Academy too?"

"You’re really something else. I’ve never seen the tutor be so lenient with anyone."

The twelve- and thirteen-year-old kids all chimed in, one after another, curious about Ye Qianning.

"My dad is Xiang Minghou, a Great General." Ye Qianning straightened her back, her voice soft.

"So you’re from General Xiang’s family! I’ve heard that General Xiang is incredibly brave on the battlefield," a boy chimed in, his expression excited.

But only this one boy spoke up. The others fell silent upon hearing her words, exchanged glances, and returned to their seats.

Xiang Minghou rarely associated with the aristocratic families. He was rather outspoken and had made quite a few enemies. There were also many rumors about a little child suddenly appearing in General Xiang’s estate.

They had assumed she was of some high and noble status, but it turned out she was just a child from the countryside. This immediately made those who had hoped to curry favor lose interest.

"My dad can wield a blade that weighs hundreds of pounds! He chops off heads like he’s cutting chives." Ye Qianning hopped onto her chair.

"Really?" The boy’s eyes lit up. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Of course! Why else do you think no one dares to invade our borders?"

"When I grow up, I’m going to join General Xiang’s army camp," the boy said, full of aspiration.

Ye Qianning pressed her lips together in an appreciative expression. She placed a small hand on the boy’s shoulder. "Ambitious. What’s your name? I’ll tell my dad later so he remembers you."

"Qian Zhuye," the boy said, pleasantly surprised.

’Surname Qian?’

Ye Qianning’s brow furrowed. As far as she knew, there was only one family in the Capital City with the surname Qian. ’Could this child be...’

"Are you from Minister Qian’s family?"

"Minister Qian is my uncle. My father doesn’t hold a title at court," Qian Zhuye said.