Shang Dai's narrow and long phoenix eyes revealed a look of surprise, and her gorgeous eyes flickered slightly.

"Is this... Jixue's famous Princess Ning Zhao... It seems the rumors are not to be believed."

Panshu thought this guy was quite interesting.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Where did Taoist Banshan hear this rumor?"

"As we were walking down the mountain, everyone in the narrow alleys knew about Princess Ning Zhao... Rumor has it that Ning Zhao was incredibly beautiful, and her heart..." Shang Dai raised her lip, "Of course she's beautiful and kind..."

Pan Shu was delighted, "The Taoist Banshan's words were incoherent, but what he said was just pleasant to the ear."

Shang Dai smiled, as if she couldn't hear the sarcasm in the words. She changed the subject and said, "Where are you going, Your Highness? Why don't you accompany me to the palace..."

…

Along the way, Shang Dai became very curious about the magnificent palace.

"Your Highness, what is this? It's so strange..."

"Night-shining pearl." Pan Shu was skeptical. "A half-immortal like you doesn't know about the night-shining pearl?"

Shang Dai, "I only have a limited understanding of the mundane world, so please don't laugh at me, Your Highness."

Shang Dai stepped onto the stairs. Her cloth shoes had several holes in them, and they were sewn together crookedly with dark blue strips of cloth.

Pan Shu took a glance and then looked away.

"The half-immortal should speak directly to His Majesty whatever he wants to say. He is most annoyed by those who act in a cunning and devious way."

Banshu bowed slightly.

Shang Dai's face was hidden in the darkness, her eyes as sticky as a venomous snake, like the moist body fluids on a snake that gave people goosebumps...

He smiled warmly.

"Your Highness, your love bud has sprouted today. I have calculated it over and over again... and I feel strange. Your love bud... is not right..."

The girl just thought he was talking nonsense.

It's cold in the middle of the night.

The moonlight was like a layer of clear white gauze, shining on the lake layer by layer. Pan Shu sat lazily on a big rock, counting silently in her heart.

There may be a figure approaching in the distance.

Panshu changed her posture lazily.

Her fingertips gently pressed against her pointed chin, her eyes playful.

Chu Yun rubbed his swollen brows. It was already dark, and because of his status as the top scholar, he had to be present at the Qionglin Banquet...

He was forced to drink a lot of alcohol.

Chu Yun couldn't hold his liquor.

But he is not stupid. On the contrary, he is more scheming than some old foxes who have been in officialdom for many years.

The situation in the court is still unclear, and the astute ministers have already formed their teams...

These people, first of all, wanted to test his true strength...whether he really had a conspiracy, or was he just a fool with a lot of knowledge.

Second, win over.

Chu Yun didn't want to take sides at this moment. It would be foolish to take sides easily.

Somehow, Chu Yun suddenly missed a step and fell into the cold pool water with a splash. Chu Yun couldn't swim.

He is still calm.

Chu Yun gradually lost consciousness.

Ban Shu walked out from the corner, glanced coldly at the unconscious Chu Yun, and without thinking for long, she jumped into the water.

"Chu Yun, ah Chu Yun...you owe me another life."

…

Ban Shu was soaked all over and tiredly put on the fox fur cloak on the rockery.

Chu Yun was lying unconscious in the back.

The eunuch on duty rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he saw Pan Shu, he was suddenly shocked and knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Highness the Princess..."

Pan Shu raised her hands weakly and said, "Tell a few people to carry Chu Yun back..."

"Yes, I understand..."

The next day.

Chu Yun closed his eyes tiredly.

He is still alive.

The first thing that came to his mind was that he had not taken care of the dead rabbit that Pan Shu had given him.

Only then did he have time to think about who saved him...

Is it a conspiracy? What's the purpose?

"Brother Chu Yun, are you awake?" Anyang, dressed in a pink double-breasted robe, said, "I asked the imperial kitchen to make some lily and red date porridge. It's good for your health. Come drink it..."

Anyang said happily, "I didn't expect that Brother Chu Yun really became the top scorer in the imperial examination. But I don't know which thief dared to assassinate Brother Chu Yun! If I find out, I will definitely not let him go easily!"

Chu Yun stared at her in a daze.

"So...it was you who saved me?"

Yes, Anyang is kindhearted... Moreover, when he fell into the water as a child, it was Anyang who saved him at the risk of his own life...

The memories gradually overlapped.

Chu Yun subconsciously ignored the slight sense of loss in his heart.

Although he still didn't know where this loss came from.

The smile on Anyang's face grew even wider... "Yes, Brother Chu Yun, I am the one who saved you!"

Anyway, Brother Chu Yun didn’t know who saved him, not to mention that Brother Chu Yun would be even happier if she was the one who saved him... She is not a selfish woman like Ning Zhao... She is the kindest and most beautiful!

She wasn't doing this for herself, but for Brother Chu Yun's happiness...

Besides, if no one claims it, then she will take it. It’s no big deal!

Chu Yun smiled slightly and drank the porridge in one gulp.

…

After Chu Yun recovered, her elegance became more apparent, with a cold white complexion, thin red lips, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes... She was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

He is no longer the lowly bastard who is bullied by others.

He suddenly transformed himself into a third-rank civil official in the imperial court... appointed personally by His Majesty.

No one dared to look at him strangely anymore.

More and more admiring glances fell on Chu Yun.

Dew Pavilion.

Anyang played the harp gently.

The smile on her face was even happier, but Anyang felt a little uneasy in her heart... Why didn't Brother Chu Yun propose to marry her when he was already so powerful...

This kind of thing, this kind of thing...how could she take the initiative to speak up!

Anyang is enjoying a period of great success recently.

There were eighteen maids following him.

Panshu came over aggressively, with Cuiyu alone by her side, which made her look weak and vulnerable.

"Anyang! Why did you lie to Chu Yun?!"

"It's obviously not you who saved him! Why did you pretend to be Chu Yun's savior..." Pan Shu's eyes were red, "It was obviously me who saved him..."

Anyang thought to himself that something was wrong.

She was furious. What a foolish sister was... Why did she expose her after knowing she had done such a thing? Could she really not stand her?

Isn't it just a small matter?

Why is she so stingy? Ning Zhao already has everything, yet she still refuses to give her anything...

"Princess Anyang... did you know that our Highness was ill for over half a month in order to save Chu Siqing... Our Highness was already in poor health, and after saving Chu Siqing... She almost lost her life... Princess Anyang may think this is just a small matter, but this was earned by our Highness the Princess with her life... Is Princess Anyang supposed to just enjoy this honor so comfortably?"

Anyang was furious at the traffic jam. What's the big deal? It's just a trivial matter! Why is he so aggressive?

"You are just a worthless maid! What qualifications do you have to yell at this princess?"

Ban Shu said coldly, "I agreed, so why not? Anyang, why should you act like someone's sore spot has been stepped on, disregarding the honor of the royal family, losing face yourself, and also making our royal family lose face with you?"

"you!"

"Ning Zhao, you! Ah!"