After Yun Qingluo returned to her seat, she saw Mo Beichen looking at her with bright eyes, like a loyal dog.

Yun Qingluo smiled gently, "Achen, do you like it? I played it especially for you."

Mo Beichen stared at her luscious red lips, his eyes darkening, and said in a magnetic voice, "It sounds beautiful."

Mo Beichen knew in his heart that Luo Luo was helping him overcome his aversion to the battlefield. In that battle, he lost both his legs and the Mo family army.

Later, even though he fought in a wheelchair, he only commanded from the rear and never personally went to the battlefield.

Outsiders only saw him, crippled, leading his army to victory after victory, but no one knew his inner resistance to the battlefield.

But now some people understand.

When two people share the burden, it doesn't feel so bitter.

His dejection.

Yun Qingluo didn't want to see him dwelling on past pain, so she picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, fed it to him, and pulled him back to his senses.

"Ah Chen, this pastry is a little bit tastier than the ones in our manor."

Mo Beichen shook his head and chuckled. He saw through Yun Qingluo's intention, but he didn't expose her. He went along with her words and said, "Then I'll ask the Emperor to bring the imperial chef back to the palace and cook for you."

Yun Qinglu tilted her head, "Why would His Majesty agree?"

Mo Beichen said, "I am merely informing him."

Yun Qingluo: "..." Although these words sounded outrageous, she inexplicably felt that her man was so cool.

Having learned from Yun Qingluo's example, no one dared to play the piano anymore; they either danced or switched to other instruments.

At this moment, who would dare to say that Yun Qingluo is a good-for-nothing? If she is a good-for-nothing, then they are even worse than good-for-nothings.

They could argue that the poems she composed before were prepared for her by the Regent in advance, but now, with her calm and composed playing of such celestial music in front of hundreds of people, what could they possibly say?

Yuan Qingling sat in the corner, watching the shimmering cloud descend on the stage, a sense of joy rising in her heart. She knew it was amazing.

From a distance, she and the Regent looked like a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

The third prince's sweet talk was utter nonsense; she finally came to her senses.

After watching for several hours, no one saw a talent as amazing as Yun Qingluo's, and the crowd began to experience some aesthetic fatigue.

Just then, the Third Prince suggested, "Your Majesty, the Regent's Consort's performance was truly remarkable, and subsequent performances haven't offered much new inspiration. Why don't we try something different?"

Yun Qingluo's face turned cold. This sentence had elevated her to a high position, causing her to offend all the noble ladies who had just performed their talents.

Now that she's in Beijing's social circles, she'll probably have a hard time getting along with people. That's really something.

The emperor seemed oblivious to the hidden praise for Yun Qingluo in the Third Prince of Tianlang Kingdom's words, and asked indifferently, "What suggestions does the Third Prince have? Please speak freely."

The Third Prince said loudly, "I recently encountered a difficult problem that I couldn't solve. I only got the answer yesterday. Now that I see that Tianmo Kingdom is full of talented people, I would like to explore it further."

Everyone looked slightly surprised. Was this someone trying to cause trouble?

In previous years, when their country's envoys came, they liked to ask some strange questions, making Tianmo Kingdom lose face.

The emperor was displeased, but he said in a kind and indifferent manner, "Oh? I wonder what problem the Third Prince has encountered? Please speak."

The Third Prince stood up, looked around, his gaze lingering on Mo Beichen for a moment before shifting away, and then said loudly:

"Listen carefully, everyone. There is an unknown number of objects. When counted in groups of three, there are two left over; when counted in groups of five, there are three left over; when counted in groups of seven, there are two left over. How many objects are there?"

After the Third Prince finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Beichen again. He never attended the banquets in previous years, so he naturally never saw him make a fool of himself. Now that Mo Beichen was here, he couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

Let the subjects of Tianmo Kingdom witness firsthand how he crushes the spirit of their War God Prince.

The crowd immediately erupted in discussion, with some even counting on their fingers.

When the emperor saw that none of the people below seemed confident, his heart sank. Was his Tianmo Kingdom going to lose face this year?

She looked over at Mo Beichen and saw him feeding Yun Qingluo vegetables, which made her furious.

I guess he didn't hear a word I said.

Yun Qinglu was slightly startled. This was a fictional dynasty, so how could there be math problems from "Sun Tzu's Mathematical Classic" here?

Could it be that some fellow villagers have also traveled to this dynasty?

Yun Qingluo suddenly became agitated, shook her head at Mo Beichen and said she wouldn't eat anymore, then looked at the Third Prince across from her and asked, "Third Prince, I have a question, may I ask you to answer it?"

The Third Prince glanced at Mo Beichen, whose expression was displeased, and suddenly smiled. Instantly, screams of surprise rang out from the noble ladies below.

"Ahhh, the Third Prince is so handsome. His smile is like the revival of all things. If I could marry him, even being a concubine would be worth it."

"Tch, don't you know your own limitations? If you can solve this problem, the Third Prince will naturally look at you differently."

The third prince even stood up and politely said, "Please speak, Your Highness."

Looking at the Third Prince striking a pose, Yun Qingluo wondered if she had asked the wrong person.

But since he had already spoken, he couldn't refuse any longer, so he asked directly, "Does the Third Prince know what a divisor and a dividend are?"

The third prince was stunned, a look of confusion on his face. What was that thing?

Yun Qingluo pressed on, "What about equations? What about functions? Has the Third Prince ever heard of the Pythagorean theorem?"

The third prince was completely dumbfounded upon hearing that string of unfamiliar terms.

Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that no one had transmigrated. She was afraid that a science student would come along and play with wafer weapons, which would be troublesome.

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