"Thump!"
The gong sounds, signaling the appointed time.
The two contestants simultaneously put down their brushes. Eunuchs, who were responsible for collecting the papers, quickly gathered them up and handed them to the examiners.
Jing Jiayue was very confident. She had a collection of poems that had been passed down for thousands of years in her mind, and she could easily recite a few appropriate poems from memory.
So at this moment she was very relaxed, her face was calm, only her eyes, which were pretending to be innocent, revealed a hint of smugness.
The people in the south were also full of confidence. They couldn't possibly take a three-year-old child seriously, nor did they believe that Jing Jiayue was a true prodigy.
Jing Le was engrossed in watching the play when she ran over to the judges to watch it together.
The judges from various countries were all scholars, and their knowledge was naturally quite high. The two men exchanged poems and couplets among themselves.
Jing Le can't see at all because of her height, but she can move a stool.
Upon seeing this, the Emperor immediately ordered Eunuch Xu to bring a stool for Jing Le and serve her.
It's good to have someone to help you. Jing Le couldn't help but sigh, "Eunuch Xu, you are really capable. It's good that Father Emperor has you by his side."
[The Emperor was misunderstood and branded a tyrant, ultimately murdered. Only Eunuch Xu remained loyal, eventually throwing himself against the Emperor's coffin and dying.]
The emperor was quite calm upon hearing of his sudden death, but he did not expect that Xu Hai had not left.
The Imperial Concubine and the Third Prince were only surprised for a moment before they understood. In the story Jing Le told them, they had already died, so how could they possibly see the future?
But it's alright. Since Jing Le appeared, everything has been moving in a positive direction. They will all be fine, and Jing Le will not be allowed to get into any trouble.
Upon hearing this again, the Ninth Prince coughed several times before he could barely suppress the shock in his eyes.
Was the Emperor murdered? And Eunuch Xu is dead too?
What about the Imperial Concubine? And the Third Prince?
What about her younger sister? Will something happen to them too?
No, I can't let anything happen to my sister. I have to find a way to stay by her side...
Jing Le finally saw the manuscript the two had written while sitting on the stool. In Jing Le's opinion, that young man from the south was indeed quite talented.
As for Jing Jiayue, she didn't care what she read; it was all copied from others anyway, so what was there to brag about?
At this moment, the results were in. The representative from the Dayong side bowed to Emperor Jing, his face beaming with joy, and loudly proclaimed:
"Your Majesty, the winner is Princess Jiayue."
The crowd erupted in uproar upon hearing this, while the people of Dayong were overjoyed, their faces beaming with excitement and pride.
“Our Dayong is a land of outstanding people and abundant resources. Princess Jiayue truly lives up to her reputation as a child prodigy.”
"That's right, let's see if other countries dare to underestimate Princess Jiayue now."
"If Princess Jiayue wins a few more games, then an iron mine in the Southern Kingdom will belong to our Dayong. Hahaha, I really can't wait."
Other countries weren't so festive. They had long heard of Yue Zeyu from the South, who was one of the best among the younger generation, not to mention that his father was the Imperial Tutor.
How bad could the Emperor's tutor's son be?!
However, the Imperial Tutor's son has now lost to a three-year-old princess of the Great Yong Dynasty!
No one would believe this if it got out.
They just got a slap in the face, so they have to believe it whether they want to or not.
"Are all members of the royal family of the Great Yong Dynasty so outstanding?"
This question has been lingering in the minds of people in other countries.
Jing Le returned to the Emperor's side to continue watching the play.
[Hooray! Incredulity filled the eyes of all nations. They couldn't believe that the child their imperial tutors had carefully nurtured was inferior to a three-year-old girl!!]
[Hahaha, of course you can't compare to her. She has the body of a three-year-old but the soul of a thirty-year-old.]
[Moreover, she possesses a wealth of masterpieces from various eras spanning a thousand years in her mind—something a mere teenager like you cannot compare to.]
It's not your fault for losing.
The Emperor raised an eyebrow; this was the first time he had heard more comprehensive information about Jing Jiayue from Jing Le.
I am even more curious about that masterpiece that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Even if he had worked hard to develop the Great Yong Dynasty, people a thousand years later would still praise this dynasty.
This is a good goal.
"Good, remember this. All those who win will be rewarded."
The Emperor was in a good mood and then asked the envoy from the Southern Kingdom, "The next challenger, please come up on stage."
The people from the south didn't look too good.
They never expected that Yue Zeyu, on whom they had placed such high hopes, would lose in the very first game, which was a resounding slap in the face to them.
The once arrogant Yue Zeyu hung his head, feeling deeply ashamed.
He was too arrogant.
“I’m here. I want to challenge Princess Jiayue.”
The young men and women in the South were all filled with anger; they were determined to avenge Yue Zeyu.
They still didn't believe that Princess Jiayue could possibly defeat them all.
Apart from one person, the other young men and women from the South Kingdom took turns going on stage to compete with Jing Jiayue, all of them in literary contests.
In this way, Jing Jiayue fought against several people single-handedly and won them all, ensuring that the iron ore mine in the South would not be lost.
[Hahaha, Jing Jiayue did a great job! With the iron ore, the frontier soldiers will have new weapons to use.]
As the saying goes, if we use your country's iron ore to make weapons to defend ourselves, wouldn't you be angry, people in the South?
Emperor Jing also imagined it, and the scene was indeed quite impressive.
If he were the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, he would be furious.
The envoy from the South was as black as ink; his initial smile was nowhere to be seen.
"Sir, we..." The boys looked mournful, not daring to lift their heads.
"We'll talk about it when we get back." The envoy from the Southern Kingdom suppressed his anger, his mind racing. He looked up at the boy in the far corner and gave a strange smile.
Thinking to myself: Since we've already lost, the iron ore deal is done. But we're definitely going to have your prodigy princess, hehe...
His "I'm determined" here isn't a good thing; it's probably a threat to Jing Jiayue's life.
Jing Le captured the changes in the eyes of the envoy from the South perfectly.
This envoy from the Southern Kingdom is a sore loser; he's going to cause trouble.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor and the others became vigilant, not for any other reason than to protect Jing Le before anything could happen.
"Your Majesty, there is still one person who has not yet competed. Although our country lost, we must finish what we started and let this lad see the world..."
The envoy from the Southern Kingdom stepped forward, bowed, and spoke in a grand and dignified manner, as if he cared nothing for winning or losing, but only that the younger generation could witness the strength of another country.
"Can."
Even though the emperor knew there was a problem, he couldn't stop it; he could only brace himself.
"Duan Feibai, go. As long as you... I'll give you the antidote. Your sister is still waiting at the inn, otherwise..."
The envoy from the South whispered in the ear of the boy who had his head down, his tone calm, but the meaning behind his words was extremely malicious.
Unfortunately, Jing Le overheard all of these words.
Is this Duan Feibai?
[The biggest villain in the show?]
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