Next was question two. He hinted it would be a bit difficult, telling Anissa to calculate slowly, and if she figured it out, just to write it down.
Up above, the sly king warned Bowen to remember to make the question a bit harder. If he kept giving such simple questions, the one dying would be him.
Bowen had no choice but to sigh, deciding to give a question that in the whole country fewer than ten could solve. If the princess could do it, that would be shocking. But deep down the professor felt — wasn't His Majesty just deliberately making it hard for his own daughter? A small child like this, even a genius, likely could not solve this question.
That wretched king still demanded the professor give an extremely difficult question, best if it was one no one had ever solved before.
The royal tutor also had to reluctantly speak up for the princess, asking: didn't the king want to drown the princess right in front of the empress?
He only smiled and replied that he had his own judgment, urging them to hurry and give the question.
After a few seconds of sluggish calculating, a high schooler in a princess's body excitedly revealed the answer. For this question Anissa felt it was only third-grade level. How could only ten in the whole country get it right? Could it be that only magic was developed here, while everything else was lacking?
Dr. Bowen held up the answer sheet, his eyeballs nearly popping out from shock.
The question was: on a math test, the class average was 91 points. There were 21 female students, and their average was 92 points. The average for each male student was 90 points. How many male students were in the class?
Anissa's answer was 24. Completely correct.
The royal tutor could not help being thrilled. Hugging Anissa, he congratulated the emperor and empress, affirming that Princess Anissa was an extraordinary genius. Solving such a difficult math question at just three months old was very impressive. The princess could not only speak and write, but also read and comprehend. The royal tutor excitedly felt Anissa was a once-in-a-millennium talent. He happily lifted the child up, spinning her around.
The emperor also nodded in agreement that this question was not easy, and solving it was not bad. But he still disagreed, and contemptuously asked if this was the extent of Dr. Bowen's capabilities.
He used magic to take Anissa out of the tutor's arms. For this final question, the dog emperor wanted to personally give it.
He stretched out his hand, using his magic to take something out of Dr. Bowen's bag. A caterpillar-shaped item flew out, much to the doctor's distress. The emperor said he recalled that this space pocket of his contained many treasures.
He opened the capsule, and countless objects flew out, all medieval items. The princess watched wide-eyed. She was extremely excited, feeling this magic technology was so amazing.
The emperor chose from those items something like a wooden box covered in all kinds of charms. He said this was a piece of music from ten thousand years ago, but it had been quite severely damaged. He said that if Anissa could restore it, he would spare her life.
Dr. Bowen was extremely shocked, bluntly saying the king was going too far. This was an ancient relic from before the blue planet's destruction. No matter the princess's talents, she could not possibly restore such an ancient piece of music.
Anissa was also extremely shocked. This so-called blue planet she had just heard of — could it be Earth? Anissa comforted herself: it was likely just a coincidence.
At this time the music had started playing. She had to admit, the things in this magical world really were fantastical. This dog king obviously had not done anything yet; just moving his finger could let them hear music.
However, Anissa was truly helpless. She had always been terrible at music class, failing exams, a truly tone-deaf person.
Just as she was in despair, a familiar tune entered her ears. Wasn't this "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"?
The damned king now flung her onto a cushion some distance away, simultaneously ordering Bowen to give her a pen. Seeing the princess about to crash down, Bowen was utterly frantic, quickly reaching out his hand to catch her.
Holding the child in his arms, Bowen was very sympathetic. How could this be? This was a piece from ten thousand years ago. He wondered — could His Majesty really not need Princess Anissa anymore? How could this little girl possibly restore the music score?
Anissa picked up the pen, feeling extremely uneasy. Luckily it was this song, or she might have really died here. She then swiftly waved the pen. Though she did not understand what they meant by a ten-thousand-year-old music score, this was definitely "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," without a doubt. No matter what, Anissa was confident she could do it.
That vicious king still watched his daughter with that cold gaze. Who knew what he was thinking?
After finishing writing a series of numbers, Anissa held up the paper with an extremely proud expression.
The royal tutor took the paper, puzzled, then he laughed loudly, saying he had already said so — how could the princess restore such a difficult piece? She had only written some strange numbers. However, considering the spirit of grading a three-month-old child, he felt that she was so little yet could write so many numbers; she was already very impressive.
Dr. Bowen's eyes lit up upon seeing the numbers. He snatched the test paper from the tutor's hand. Bowen looked at the paper, his expression immediately showing astonished disbelief that the princess could actually restore it. Then he smiled happily once more, affirming before the king that Anissa was a genius.
The royal tutor immediately objected, because he felt these were just random numbers written down.
Bowen looked at him contemptuously, saying numbers were one way to write music, and mocked the tutor for being so uncultured. He waved his hand, using magic to play music from Anissa's numbers, proving to the tutor what art was.
A childhood melody rang out. Two little lizards playing, nipping each other's tails off. The entire palace leaned in to listen and marvelled that the complete piece was so wonderful.
The princess was now recognized as a prodigy, while Anissa had not expected her own poor skills to be extolled as genius like this. She felt these people were too ignorant.
Just then the dog emperor suddenly grabbed the child by the neck. Before the empress's shocked, worried eyes, he whisked Anissa swiftly up into the air. The officials were all stunned, not understanding where he was taking the child.
This time Anissa already felt so dizzy she was seeing stars. That sly emperor very quickly noticed the girl's discomfort. He even smirked and asked if Anissa liked this feeling — if so, then he would go a bit faster, to let her feel it more clearly.
He shot out like an arrow into the vast outer space, and Anissa felt she would soon have to reluctantly meet the king of hell. She could only curse that inhuman dog king silently. She was just a child, yet he flew so fast. Did he want to directly kill her?
Finally he chose an uninhabited, bright and breezy place to stop. The emperor flung out a small glowing sphere, and a barrier instantly formed. He forcefully threw Anissa down into that magic matrix.
The emperor was quite satisfied. Now no one could disturb them.
Ignoring Anissa, who was extremely panicked, he still watched her with probing eyes. His hands emanated powerful magic. His attitude immediately turned furious, as if he could kill the girl at any moment. He interrogated Anissa, asking who exactly she was, where she came from, her age, whether she was male or female.
Anissa was extremely frightened, her whole body trembling. She did not understand what he was saying. She only knew that with his tense attitude, she could be killed at any moment.
He summoned a sinister magic dagger, simultaneously speaking to expose her, his footsteps gradually approaching. Able to speak right after being born. Solving math questions fewer than ten in the country could solve, without being taught. Even restoring a ten-thousand-year-old piece of music. So he had intentionally had Bowen give difficult questions — and unexpectedly, she could still solve them.
The little child's face, after being exposed, was eyes and mouth wide open.