The boy held his chin high, his eyes arrogant.

Gu Jiangli smiled faintly and exchanged a glance with Jiang Huaizhi. Neither of them was in a hurry to get angry. Instead, they looked at the young prince in front of them with a sense of watching a joke.

Gu Jiangli feigned doubt and asked, "Really? But I heard that a few years ago a child entered Baiwen Academy at the age of only four, which shows that Baiwen Academy doesn't value age."

The boy paused, then sneered, "Oh, I see. You came all this way because you heard about Nan Yu, didn't you? How ridiculous. Do you think that just because Nan Yu exists, your sons can emulate him and enter the Hundred Books Academy?"

"Hmph, how many geniuses like Nan Yu are there in the world? He was appreciated by the Emperor at the age of seven, and at the age of nine, he had already become the assistant to the teacher of the Hundred Books Academy."

"It seems that Nan Yu's widespread fame is not a good thing after all, as it has given many people unnecessary thoughts."

The young master still had an arrogant expression on his face.

Gu Jiangli and Jiang Huaizhi were quite surprised, "Nan Yu has already become the Master's deputy? When did this happen?"

It wasn't mentioned in Nan Yu's letter to them!

The prince's disdain became even more obvious. "Who in the entire capital doesn't know? You haven't heard about it, probably because the news hasn't reached your remote, impoverished area yet."

Gu Jiangli suppressed his surprise and asked, "Your Highness, you keep mentioning 'Nan Yu,' are you very familiar with him?"

The prince smiled proudly: "Of course, Nan Yu and I are good friends, we are brothers."

He turned his head and sneered again: "I advise you to go back. It's impossible to become the second Jiangnan Yu."

At this moment, the doorman who had gone to fetch the man returned with a middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in a gray long gown, his clothes were simple, and his features were gentle, much like the temperament of Master Song back then.

Upon seeing this group of people, he immediately nodded and asked, "Gentlemen, are you here to study at Baiwen Academy?"

The young prince answered first: "Master Li, I recognize you, and you should recognize me too. Please let me in."

Master Li smiled slightly: "Greetings, Your Highness. Since you have come to study, have you completed the examination questions set by the Hundred Books Academy?"

The crown prince frowned: "Weren't the exam questions sent over a few days ago?"

Master Li nodded: "Your Highness, if your article has been sent and you have not yet received a reply, please go back and wait for a reply before coming back."

The prince looked somewhat embarrassed, and his voice rose considerably: "I am the prince, can't you give me an answer as soon as possible?"

Master Li repeated his previous statement: "If there is no reply, please ask Your Highness to go back and wait a little longer."

After saying that, before the young master could lose his temper again, he turned to look at Gu Jiangli and the others: "Guests, did you bring any articles written by this young master?"

Jiang Huai shook his head: "Master Li, my youngest son has not written any articles."

The smile on Master Li's face became somewhat stiff.

The prince on the side immediately burst out laughing: "Come on, you don't even know the rules, yet you want to get into the Hundred Books Academy? You're just making a fool of yourselves."

Jiang Huaizhi ignored him, took out a letter from his pocket, and said slowly, "My youngest son has not written any essays, but he has a letter of recommendation from your esteemed academy's teacher. I wonder if he can enter Baiwen Academy to study with this?"