Jing Li was still somewhat dissatisfied with this.

"You have stolen all my limelight." Jing Li said.

When Qin Zhao was discussing this, he was reading in his study. Seeing his young husband coming over with a threatening look, he had no choice but to put the book down and helplessly spread his hands, "What should I do? Ask Boss Chang to remove all the new editions?"

Jing Li hummed and shook his head: "Forget it."

It was he who suggested asking Qin Zhao to write the inscription. Is it his fault that it was written too well?

Jing Li didn't know that this was the result of Qin Zhao's restraint. After all, the calligraphy and paintings he created during his reign were still widely circulated among literati and imitated.

Qin Zhao thought about this and asked with a smile, "Will we still use this cover for the next volume?"

"Of course." Jing Li said angrily.

You know, "Dream Talk" is not only attractive because of its cover. Before it was reprinted, this storybook was hard to find in the capital.

The book cover written by Qin Zhao is at most the icing on the cake.

He is not afraid of being overshadowed.

Qin Zhao patted the seat beside him, asked Jing Li to sit over, and hugged him in his arms: "If you really care so much, why don't you just admit your identity?"

"Troublesome." Jing Li took a piece of dessert from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "At this point, I can't even finish reading all the letters sent to Boss Chang's bookstore. If I really reveal my identity, it will be endless."

Qin Zhao said: "That's right, my Xiaoyu is now considered a celebrity in the capital."

Mr. Zhaoli is very famous now, no less famous than Qin Zhao, the third place winner.

However, can he really keep his identity secret?

Qin Zhao had some doubts in his heart.

In the Ji Zhifei incident, a few people did know Jing Li's true identity. It was Qin Zhao who asked Gu Changzhou to intervene and temporarily cover up the truth.

But now that "Mr. Zhaoli" is becoming more and more famous, it's probably only a matter of time before the news leaks out.

Qin Zhao was about to remind Jing Li, but was interrupted by the latter: "I won't bother you anymore. You will be taking the Autumn Examination in a few months. You should study hard. I'll take our son to play on the street."

It was already the end of March, and the Autumn Examination in August was only about four or five months away. The Autumn Examination was hosted by the Imperial Academy and was much more difficult and competitive than the provincial examination. Even Qin Zhao couldn't handle it as easily as before.

Jing Li slipped out of Qin Zhao's arms and took away an extra piece of cake.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I was pounced on by the little guy.

"Daddy...Daddy!" The little fish cub hugged Jing Li's thighs and called him softly with his head raised.

Jing Li shared the cakes he had just taken with him and said, "Dad is studying, let's not disturb him. Dad will take you out to play."

Little Fish: "Okay!"

The little fish has made faster progress in learning to speak recently. He can already speak short sentences intermittently, and his pronunciation is much clearer.

The little boy's voice was soft and sticky, so adorable. Jing Li rubbed the little boy's head and led him out.

The weather in the capital city is getting warmer in spring, and there are more people walking on the streets.

Jing Li led the little fish cub towards the lake, passing a teahouse. These small vendors in the prefecture had been there for ten years and were quite familiar with Jing Li.