In his previous life, Fu Yu had done it, but it wasn't due to the power of Marquis Changping.

Wen Zhu gently stroked her skirt and said calmly, "Personal connections are just an extra boost. If you really want to go far in the officialdom, you can't rely on anyone else but yourself."

After saying this, the little maidservant in the bushes immediately became dissatisfied: "What are you talking about! The prince has won three prizes in a row, his future is limitless! And with the old marquis helping pave the way, why does he need to risk his life alone?"

This man was obviously an educated man, and he spoke very logically.

Wen Zhu didn't want to talk too much with these irrelevant people, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of the turquoise corner of the clothes.

Clothes of this color are obviously worn by men, and such bright colors are mostly liked by young people.

There is only one young man who can walk around in the backyard of the Marquis's Mansion.

Wen Zhu rolled his eyes and said, "The prince has been able to get top three honors in the imperial examinations for several consecutive years. He must have his own abilities. I believe that even without connections, the prince can still make a name for himself with his own abilities!"

Her powerful words were carried by the wind to Fu Yu's ears, and Fu Yu couldn't help but look at the person sitting on the ground.

She was wearing standard maid's clothes, and even when sitting, her back was straight, and she had a tough temperament.

From his angle, he could see the woman's soft profile.

"These maids are taking advantage of the fact that the mistress doesn't really take care of things and are slacking off! They even dare to talk about their mistress behind her back!"

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and said, "This maid is even more excessive. You have just entered the officialdom. If you get the help of the old marquis, wouldn't you be able to avoid many detours?"

Elsewhere, a more educated maid also chimed in.

Fu Yu raised his hand to stop Mo Yi who wanted to rush forward to chase people away, and looked at the slender figure with a hint of expectation.

The woman pondered for a moment and then said, "The Crown Prince's consecutive top three scores are naturally inseparable from the guidance of the renowned teachers invited by the Marquis. Now that the Crown Prince has entered the imperial court as the heir of the Marquis of Changping, all this is due to the path paved by the Marquis. While it is natural for parents to be eager to protect their children, the Crown Prince is now strong enough and has his own ambitions. If the Marquis interferes too much, it may actually hinder his personal development."

These words echoed in Fu Yu's heart like a muffled thunder.

In this family, even his closest relatives did not understand him. He never expected that a maid could say such words!

A complex emotion flashed in Fu Yu's eyes.

On the other side, the girls laughed and mocked, "This is the first time I've seen someone speak so naturally about such a stupid thing as to give up the near and seek the far! You are so stupid!"

Wen Zhu didn't take what they said to heart. She turned her head slightly to take a look. The turquoise color had disappeared without a trace, but no one came to drive them away. It was obvious that the distinguished young man was very satisfied with her words.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Wen Zhu's lips - today's harvest was really not small.

Meanwhile, Wen Chan was trimming flowers in the house when she suddenly saw Fu Yu coming back. She was very surprised and asked, "Why did my husband come back so early?"

For several days in a row, Fu Yu waited until dark before going home.

Fu Yu entered the house and poured himself a cup of tea: "It's boring to stay in the front hall."

"Bored?" Wen Chan was stunned. "Didn't your father-in-law help you expand your network? There are so many people here, how can you be bored?"

After hearing her words, Fu Yu became irritated and his tone became a little colder: "Won't it be boring when there are so many people?"

Wen Chan was completely oblivious to his displeasure. She acted like a good wife and mother and comforted him, "Connections are the most important thing in officialdom. Your father-in-law's arrangement is an opportunity many people dream of. Why would you want to avoid it, husband?"

What allowed the old marquis to stay must not be simple connections, but Fu Yu didn't seem to appreciate it.

She was really worried about Fu Yu.

"Madam seems to know a lot about officialdom." Fu Yu glanced at Wen Chan with some indescribable emotions in his eyes.

Wen Chan thought he was praising her, so she smiled and replied, "Husband, don't joke. I just listen occasionally."

Fu Yu sneered softly and said nothing more.

He couldn't help but think of the thin woman just now.

A maid could understand him so well, but his wife who shared the same bed with him...

Seeing Fu Yu drink another cup of tea, Wen Chan was worried that it would delay his socializing, so she said, "Husband, there are guests waiting in front, you should go to the front quickly."

As soon as Wen Chan opened her mouth, Fu Yu's dissatisfaction was aroused again.

There was a sudden loud noise in the room. It was the sound of Fu Yu putting the teacup back on the table.

Wen Chan was startled and noticed that Fu Yu's face looked not so good.

But Fu Yu didn't even look at her, he just stood up and walked out of the room.

Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, then touched her chest and asked herself, "Did I say something inappropriate?"

Qiuyue didn't understand why Fu Yu suddenly got angry when everything was fine.

After a moment of silence, Qiuyue comforted her, saying, "You are doing this for the good of the prince. He will surely understand your feelings."

After hearing her say this, Wen Chan felt relieved.

Yes, she did this for Fu Yu’s own good, he will understand.

After calming down, Wen Chan glanced at the sky outside the window, frowned, and said, "Why hasn't Wen Zhu come back yet? Is he addicted to work?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhu, dressed in a maid's clothes, walked in.

Wen Chan smiled slightly: "Let her in, I want to take care of this sister."

Qiuyue responded and quickly brought Wenzhu in.

The room was decorated very elegantly, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and Wen Chan, dressed in a gorgeous dress, was sitting in the first seat; in comparison, Wen Zhu, dressed in a simple maid's outfit, looked particularly shabby.

Comparing the two, the advantages and disadvantages are immediately obvious.

Wen Chan looked Wen Zhu up and down, her eyes revealing obvious disdain: "Sister, don't you always say that you like freedom? How do you feel now that you have it?"

Wen Zhu pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your help. Although it's a bit harder outside, it's much more comfortable than staying at home."

Wen Chan shook her head and smiled: "You are really born to love working, you can't stop at all!"

Although this sentence was full of sarcasm, Wen Zhu didn't seem to notice it and still behaved very respectfully.

When Qiuyue noticed that she kept trying to hide her hands behind her back, she widened her eyes and asked, "Second Miss, what's wrong with your hands?"

Wen Zhu instinctively took a step back, shook his head and explained: "No, it's okay!"

Qiuyue grabbed her hand and checked it, only to see that it was covered with scars.

Seeing this scene, Wen Chan frowned: "Why is this happening?!"

Wen Zhu whispered, "When I was walking outside, an old lady forced Hongyu and I to pick up branches. She kept staring at us. I was afraid of doing something wrong, so..."

Qiuyue almost fainted after hearing this. It turned out to be Mother Wu! How abominable!

I had told you not to let Wen Zhu do heavy work, but now he has become like this.