At first, some Hanlin scholars felt that Jiang Zhiyu was late for roll call and were quite dissatisfied with her.

But now…

Bachelor Jiang was late, he must have stayed up all night studying movable type printing!

Scholar Jiang is wholeheartedly working for the people and Tianqi, yet they are still worried about him being late for roll call. This is really wrong!

Scholar Jiang is such a genius, yet they...

Thinking of this, the Hanlin scholars all had some shame in their eyes and stopped watching. Some moved the tables, some poured water, some made tea, and Jiang Zhiyu's service was meticulous.

Jiang Zhiyu: “???”

【Why are you so attentive? 】

After they had finished writing some commonly used characters, Jiang Zhiyu took out the story of Wu Zetian that he had asked someone to copy last night and handed it to them. As the Hanlin scholars flipped through it, their expressions gradually became strange.

"Master Jiang, this..."

He was thinking about the movable type printing technology that Jiang Zhiyu had just contributed, and he swallowed the rest of the sentence.

This is a bit too unorthodox.

Empress! If this gets printed and His Majesty sees it...

The Hanlin scholars couldn't help but shudder.

Jiang Zhiyu also understood their concerns and reassured them, "Don't worry, everyone. I've already shown this book to His Majesty. He also thinks it can inspire women's fighting spirit and benefit the people. It's a rare and good book and should be widely circulated."

Hanlin scholars: "..."

Although, they felt like she was assholeing them.

But Jiang Zhiyu had already said so. Ma Hong, the scholar's apprentice, thought about his teacher's words and made up his mind: "Since the emperor has said so, then we, the humble ministers, must obey."

His words still had influence among the Hanlin scholars. After hearing what he said, they no longer insisted and took it down to print.

"I wonder how many copies Scholar Jiang wants to print?" Ma Hong chuckled at her. "What's the price?"

"Of course the more the better. As for the price, the rich and powerful get 90% and the common people get 10%."

This division is based on proportion.

Ma Hong originally wanted to split the price 70% to 30%. After all, ordinary people don’t have much money. If the price is too high, who would buy it?

It’s different for the rich and powerful. Those who listen to books and buy storybooks are people with spare money.

As for the more the merrier...

Ma Hong knew without even asking that Jiang Zhiyu wanted every woman in Shengjing and even in Tianqi to have a copy of the book.

Others had official duties to attend to, and Jiang Zhiyu also had to discuss the details of the imperial examination with the scholar, so Ma Hong volunteered to help out at the printing house.

The scene that amazed him at first became boring after a while. Ma Hong picked up a printed book at random and started flipping through it...

…

In a courtyard outside the city, Ji Tong was practicing swordplay when he heard the voice of a servant reporting from outside.

He stopped his sword, and before he went out to greet him, he saw Jiang Wenjing walking in aggressively, with anger burning in his eyes.

Ji Tong was slightly startled, but remained calm and said sarcastically, "What's going on? Brother Jingyu looks like he's been hit by a firecracker. His expression is even uglier than when Yingjie sneaked out."

Jingyu is Jiang Wenjing's pen name.

Jiang Wenjing stared at him closely, his eyes sharp and cold, staring at the target like a wild beast staring at its prey.

Ji Tong had a thin layer of sweat on his back, and his mind was frantically recalling whether he had revealed a flaw at some point, but he still looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face, "What's wrong? Is there any difficulty?"

Jiang Wenjing raised his hand, signaling the attendants to withdraw. When they were alone in the courtyard, Jiang Wenjing whispered, "Are you from Mobei?"

His voice was not loud, but it was like a bomb dropped into Ji Tong's ear, making his head a little dizzy.

Ji Tong: “!!!”

He was horrified, wondering how Jiang Wenjing knew his identity. He frantically thought of a solution, and then an angry look appeared on his face: "What are you talking about? How could I be from Mobei?!"

He seemed to be extremely angry, his chest heaving violently, and coughing sounds continued.

Jiang Wenjing walked up to him, patted him on the back, and said in a cold tone: "Calm down first, and then we can talk properly."

Ji Tong analyzed his tone while coughing. He coughed so hard that his cheeks turned red. Jiang Wenjing was stunned for a moment, then pulled him into the house.

He poured two cups of tea and pushed one in front of Ji Tong. He watched him drink and his coughing gradually subsided before saying, "I'm going to ask you this one last time: are you from Mobei?"

Jiang Wenjing unconsciously tightened his grip on the teacup, and he himself didn't understand what answer he wanted to hear.

He hadn't thought it through yet, and Ji Tong obviously didn't want to give him time to think.

The moment Jiang Wenjing finished speaking, Ji Tong's voice rang out: "No."

Jiang Wenjing relaxed his grip and lowered his head. Ji Tong couldn't see his expression, and his heartbeat quickened.

He was probably just testing her, Ji Tong thought.

He had just thought about it and was sure that he had not revealed any flaws. Even if he had someone pass the message to Xing Maozhi, he had accidentally leaked it to the servant in this mansion. It just so happened that the good friend of the servant who served him was a distant relative of Xing Maozhi.

As for whether Xing Maozhi remembered that he had this distant relative, that was his business.

No matter how much Jiang Wenjing investigates, he will never find out about himself.

So, why did Jiang Wenjing say so confidently that he was from Mobei?

He took the initiative to speak: "Brother Jingyu, why are you so sure about asking me if I am from Mobei? Please tell me, Brother Jingyu."

His expression is very consistent with the image of someone who is questioned by his friends and feels aggrieved.

Jiang Wenjing sighed softly, "Did you know that Prince Tore of Mobei led his men to break into the prison last night?"

Ji Tong knew, of course, but at this hour, the news about Shengjing shouldn't have reached here. He feigned ignorance: "I don't know. So, was it because of this that you didn't come home last night?"

Jiang Wenjing carefully observed his expression and said, "Exactly. Last night, Torre broke into the prison and I fought him."

Ji Tong sipped his tea and said, "Torre was already defeated by you. So, it seems that Torre should have been captured as well."

"Yes, all three of them have been arrested," Jiang Wenjing said calmly, "but when they were arrested, Torre told me a piece of news."

Ji Tong frowned slightly.

Impossible, Torre had never met him before. Besides, Torre couldn't possibly know that he was following Jiang Wenjing.

He asked doubtfully, "Is it related to me?"

"Yes," Jiang Wenjing said, the teacup in his hand shattering. "Do you remember that time we fought each other in the Prime Minister's Residence? When I was guarding the Imperial Prison, I didn't carry a spear, but a long sword."

After understanding the meaning of his words, Ji Tong's face turned pale.