"Okay, we can discuss the matter of appointing a husband for the princess later. Minister of Rites, first issue a three-month nationwide ban on marriage, and select some dignified and handsome men from prominent families from all over the country to serve as the princess's husband and expand her harem." Nalan Yunzhi ended the topic directly.

"My lord, I obey the order."

Having achieved his goal, Minister of Rites An Zhiwei kowtowed happily to accept the order, and in his heart he was thinking about how to get his son into the team to select the princess to serve the emperor...

Mu Lige frowned slightly, and said nothing about the result. He could only take it one step at a time.

"Your Highness, I heard that your adoptive mother is a scholar. I believe you must be quite talented in writing. I just wrote a poem yesterday and would like to ask Your Highness for some advice!" The virtuous king (the eldest princess Nalan Junxue, daughter of Ouyang Yuming) said with a forced smile.

"I do not deserve your advice, but please feel free to speak."

Mu Lige spoke in a tone that was neither enthusiastic nor cold, showing the "princess's" self-confidence and composure.

"In that case, I will show you my shame."

At Nalan Junxue's signal, a temple servant brought in a desk and presented it with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Nalan Junxue picked up the fine wolf-hair brush and wrote a poem on the rice paper:

sunrise

Clouds penetrate the sea and cover the morning light.

The vast smoke and waves move away.

Don't say time passes quickly,

Now is the time to chase the wind and pursue your dreams.

"How is it, Your Highness?"

Nalan Junxue's lips curled slightly. Even if this princess, who grew up in the countryside, became a crown princess, so what? She was nothing more than a straw bag, and would be deposed sooner or later.

"It rhymes quite well." Mu Lige said as he glanced at the poem on the table.

"I believe that Your Highness the Crown Princess has better works. Why don't you write a poem too, so that I can broaden my horizons and learn from you?" Nalan Junxue said with ill intention.

"Can."

Mu Lige glanced at Nalan Junxue leisurely, then walked to the desk.

After using the paperweight to hold down the rice paper, Mu Lige rolled up his sleeves with his left hand and held the wolf-hair brush in his right hand. Just as he was about to write, he suddenly remembered his wife's handwriting. So, Mu Lige deliberately suppressed his brushstrokes and wrote a poem in imitation of Hua Qingcheng's small regular script:

Pounding the brocade? Sunrise

The sun rises in the east, the jade disk is hazy, and the myriad rays of light dye the sky brilliant red.

The sky and water are rolling, and the years are rising and falling like the spring breeze.

"Good words! Good words! If the font could be more elegant and graceful, it would be perfect!" Situ Luoyun nodded repeatedly and praised.

As for the virtuous king, Nalan Junxue, he was completely stunned. Wasn't it said that this fourth sister was just a crude peasant girl who grew up in the countryside and had no education?

After Nalan Junxue's slap in the face, some other princesses who wanted to crush the princess with their literary talent all gave up their ideas.

"Show it to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The eunuch chief Guo Dongbing then presented the freshly written lyrics of "The Princess" to Nalan Yunzhi who was sitting on the throne.

"Well written, but the handwriting needs practice," Nalan Yunzhi said with satisfaction. He then asked Guo Dongbing to take the poem written by the "princess" to the civil and military officials in the hall for circulation.

"Where is Wen Siyin, the Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy?" A quarter of an hour later, Nalan Yunzhi, who seemed a little tired of listening to the discussion of the court officials, called out with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"The old minister is here!"

A woman in her fifties walked out of the civil service team. She looked elegant and energetic.

"Starting tomorrow, the Crown Princess will attend the Imperial Academy, where she will study the Six Arts while also learning about government affairs. You, Lord Wen, will serve as her tutor, teaching her how to read, write, and govern."

"My lord, I obey the order!"

…

"If you have the documents, please submit your report. If you don't, please leave the court!"

Then, the court officials began to argue over some trivial matters.

"Retreat!"

At four quarters past noon, as the sound of the ceremony from the Imperial Household Department began, Mu Lige also ended his first day of attending the morning court as a princess for his young wife.