Xie Rang noticed Yun Qing first. The color of the Grand Tutor's official robe was chosen by Xie Rang, making it unique in the entire court, eye-catching and beautiful.

After a night, Xie Rang finally calmed down and raised his hand: "All of you, rise."

The first to submit a memorial was the Minister of Rites.

"Your Majesty, the imperial examinations are approaching. Please determine the candidates to supervise the examinations as soon as possible."

Xie Rang raised his eyes and looked at Yun Qing, his voice tinged with a smile: "I intend to entrust this matter to the Grand Tutor. What do you all think?"

"this……"

The ministers were surprised that the emperor actually wanted to entrust this matter to Yun Qing. Wasn't he worried at all that she might harbor rebellious intentions?

Left Vice Censor-in-Chief He Fu stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I privately believe that this matter is inappropriate."

"The previous Imperial Examination Supervisor, Lord Zhang, was a veteran of three reigns, with rich experience in assisting the government and countless students under his tutelage. Going back further, all those who have held this position have been erudite and respected by scholars throughout the land. Your Majesty, please be cautious!"

When it comes to those who dare to challenge the emperor, it has to be the censors.

Every word and phrase practically screamed that Yun Qing was unqualified and unworthy of his position.

The ministers looked at Yun Qing, then at the emperor whose expression was unreadable, and pondered how this matter should proceed.

However, Yun Qing, the person in question, didn't really have any thoughts about it. It wasn't a matter of just one or two days that these censors disliked her.

She remained silent, and someone helped her resolve the issue.

"Oh? In your opinion, who else is suitable to serve as the examiner?"

Xie Rang chuckled softly. His expression was obscured by the tassels of his crown, but one could sense his icy aura; his jaw was taut, and he exuded a cold indifference.

"In terms of scholarship, my Grand Tutor passed the imperial examination at the age of eighteen, achieving the highest honors in one fell swoop. Even in the most dangerous times, he did not forget to teach me. In terms of assisting in governance, the Grand Tutor sought out superior breeds, invented the printing press, and contributed money and effort during famines. Go out and listen; who doesn't praise the Grand Tutor highly?"

"If any of you think you are better than the Grand Tutor, feel free to step forward and compete. We can discuss the position of supervisor later."

The emperor's tone was not harsh, but what he said was all reasonable and did not exaggerate the facts. It was also something that everyone could see for themselves. Everyone thought about it carefully and felt a cold sweat break out on He Fu's face.

It's really hard to find anyone more suitable than the Imperial Tutor!

"unmanned?"

After a moment, Xie Rang raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly playful: "Imperial Censor He, what do you think?"

He Fu broke out in a cold sweat: "I believe that Lord Song may be qualified for this position."

The "Lord Song" he mentioned was Song Qiuping, the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy.

Song Qiuping was bewildered as to how the blame had fallen on him, and quickly stepped forward to distance himself: "Your Majesty, I am terrified. I believe I am no match for the Grand Tutor, and I beg Your Majesty to choose another person!"

After listening to their argument for a while, Xie Rang finally lost his patience: "Enough. Since you can't come up with a candidate, then shut up and stick to the status quo!"

[That's really impressive.]

Having watched the spectacle to his heart's content, Yun Qing stepped forward to receive the decree: "I will obey Your Majesty's decree."

The other officials echoed, "Your Majesty is wise."

And so the matter was settled.

After the court session, Xie Rang kept Yun Qing behind for a while.

The young emperor shed his feigned seriousness in front of his officials, moved closer to Yun Qing, and looked at her with eager eyes: "I had someone make clothes for the Grand Tutor, and they should have been sent to the Li residence by now. The Grand Tutor should wear them on the Harvest Festival."

The harvest festival is not only celebrated by the common people, but also by the palace. At that time, Yun Qing, the greatest contributor, will surely be rewarded again.

"You're tailoring clothes for me again?" Yun Qing looked at him. The little tyrant liked to pile all the good things in front of her. "Your Majesty, if this continues, you'll be taking care of all my clothes for all four seasons."

[I've really made something of myself! Who would have thought I'd one day enjoy the treatment of an emperor?]

Xie Rang ignored him: "Then I'll take over. The Grand Tutor has treated me so well; I'm just returning the favor."

Yun Qing couldn't argue with him: "Okay, I'll remember to wear it."

[After all, it's a child's heartfelt gift; we can't waste it.]

For some reason, Xie Rang was a little unhappy again.

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The inspection will have to wait until next spring, so although Yunqing has taken on this position, he is not busy yet.

After she returned home, the new clothes that Xie Rang had ordered to be made indeed arrived at her residence. They were the same red color as his official robes, but with a thicker lining, which would be very warm to wear in this weather. She touched them and liked them very much.

"Young master, someone has brought back a message!"

Diancui ran in, very excited.

The capital was quite far away, and letters from home would take a long time to arrive. Every time a letter came, Diancui was more excited than anyone else.

"You remember Xiahou Jiang, right? He's back too, and he's changed so much!"

After Yun Qing bought Xiahou Jiang back, she didn't pay much attention to him and let him develop freely. He first went to the Li Family Army for a period of time, and then went to the border. She hadn't heard any news about him for quite some time.

She thought for a moment, "I'll go take a look."

Xiahou Jiang stood obediently in the courtyard waiting.

After several years of training in the military camp, he was no longer the skinny boy who had been whipped. Because he carried Rouran blood, he was tall and strong, with a healthy honey-colored skin, and looked surprisingly... simple and honest.

Upon seeing Yun Qing approach, Xiahou Jiang's eyes lit up: "Young Master!"

As one of the future pillars of the young tyrant, Yun Qing offered a token show of concern: "How are you doing? Are you adjusting well to life in the military camp?"

When Yun Qing sent him there, she didn't instruct her to take special care of him. Xiahou Jiang is the kind of person who needs to hone his skills and climb the ladder slowly; she didn't need to interfere.

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