The dark-skinned, thin boy exclaimed, "Why kill the Poet Immortal?! If the Poet Immortal dies, won't our literary world of Dongling become a laughingstock among other countries? The Princess has gone too far! If His Majesty doesn't give us an explanation, I'll bring all the kids from the school to file a complaint with the Emperor!"
The old woman said, "That's not all. Before, on Hengyang Mountain, the Poet Immortal almost lost his life. I heard that the Empress hired a group of assassins to kill him!"
The pale-faced scholar exclaimed, "What?! Why are they doing this? The Empress, the mother of the nation, actually wants to kill the poet who revitalized the literary world of Dongling?! Does His Majesty know about this? Doesn't His Majesty care?"
The frail girl said, "In the end, isn't it just that the Empress's family wants to kill the Poet Immortal? The Eldest Princess is the Empress's daughter, and Madam Song is the Empress's sister-in-law. It's their family that wants to kill the Poet Immortal!"
"..."
The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad. Quickly spread the news to every corner of the city."
Men, women, and children scattered and left.
A primary school in the western part of Beijing.
The old scholars put down their pens. In front of them was a pile of papers three feet high, each with different handwriting but similar content.
An old scholar beckoned, and several boys around ten years old ran over.
The old scholars distributed the papers to the children and solemnly said, "Distribute these throughout the streets and alleys."
"Okay, don't worry, teacher!" The children rushed out of the school with the news in their hands.
The Prime Minister's Residence, Qingyun Courtyard.
The peach blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, and a table is set up amidst the clusters of flowers.
Nanqianyue sat at the table, counting his possessions.
Wei Dali stood upright on the other side of the table, while A Yu in green served behind Nan Qianyue.
"How much do Qin Yi and Xiao Chen pay you each month?" Nan Qianyue asked, raising her eyes.
Wei Da glanced at the money on the table without making a sound, and very consciously cut his salary by a large margin.
"Twenty taels." Actually, it was eighty taels, and there was still a lot left at the end of the year.
Li Bing quickly replied, "Twenty taels." Originally it was eighty taels, but after being assigned to Miss Nan's side, it increased to one hundred taels.
Nanqianyue clutched the silver in her hand, looking slightly embarrassed.
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