"Living in bed," "Not good enough."
He vaguely remembered Wang Fufeng's promise that he would never allow Wang Yuyao to enter Fengjing before she came of age, but she appeared before the New Year and even fueled the cheating scandal in the imperial examinations, so it was clear that she hadn't arrived anytime soon.
That's right. If Brother Fufeng is truly unharmed, he will definitely keep this Wang family girl in check.
He would only ask her to come to Fengjing ahead of time if something happened to him.
So much time has passed, is he alright? Is he still lucid?
Even someone as composed as Xu Mo couldn't suppress his anxiety at this moment. He couldn't wait to open his mouth and ask for clarification.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Yuyao shouted loudly, "Your Young Master Qingzhu is feeling guilty, he's scared. He's a thief. He stole other people's poems and even stole other people's top scholar title."
After saying that, he immediately took out letters from his sleeve.
“I am Wang Fufeng’s sister. I have travel permits and identification. He was unwilling to be deceived all these years, so he specially sent me to Fengjing to clear his name. You can see for yourselves my brother’s blood and tears. You can’t be deceived anymore.”
She's really cunning; she even planned for Wang Fufeng's safety.
But the scholar witnessed Xu Mo's urgency firsthand, and upon examining the tearful self-reflection in his hand, his already fragile heart wavered once more.
"Young Master Fufeng is indeed a man of exceptional literary talent; his sister's words are never untrue."
"Young Master Qingzhu is truly anxious; it doesn't seem like he's faking it. Is he afraid?"
“Even other people’s own sisters have come to expose him, so who can still believe him? Can the closest relationship be closer than that between siblings?”
"He even steals the poems of a sick person. That's outrageous. This kind of person doesn't deserve to be our top scholar at all."
"Whom should we believe?"
The crowd began to discuss again, with many expressing confusion, skepticism, indignation, and doubt.
Xu Mo, on the other hand, fell silent once again.
"Brother Xu, don't just stand there blankly. What should we do?" Qi Huai and An Jun were like ants on a hot plate. "Are we just going to let them slander us?"
“This situation is too difficult to break. Everything before was just a prelude. Wang Fufeng’s sister’s identity is the real trump card,” Zhu Sihuan murmured. “If this continues, Brother Xu will be disgraced and condemned by everyone.”
After several reversals, Xu Mo's public image has deteriorated, and he will only fall into an even deeper and darker hell.
Unless stronger evidence emerges to clear his name of all stigma.
But who can?
Only the parties involved can know for sure.
At the crowded entrance to Wenchang Pavilion, a sickly young boy let out a long sigh.
"Brother Xu, your fate has truly been full of hardships."
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