Returning to the side hall, Wu Qing sat down and began to look at the list handed to her by the Queen.

"Bai Jia, daughter of the Dali Temple's Shaoqing, sixteen years old."

I can understand it here.

Wu Qing continued to read on with full confidence.

A string of obscure classical Chinese comes into view.

"Its tail is flying, its hair is hanging down, and it is supported by a carriage. It is so faint and vague that it seems like a fairy."

Wu Qing started to have a headache: "..."

[This is a heavenly book!] She screamed in her heart.

Obviously, Wu Qing's level of classical Chinese was not enough for her to easily translate the meaning of this passage.

She felt like a junior high school student trying to take the CET-6 exam.

I know every word, but when they are put together they become so strange and difficult to understand.

...and I don’t know every word.

Due to the limitations of his literary level, Wu Qing read at a snail's pace.

Half an hour passed, and she had only turned five pages of the book in her hand.

She rubbed her eyes and sighed helplessly.

Once people start to devote themselves to work, the urge to slack off begins to arise.

When you encounter difficulties, sleep well.

Wu Qing sat in front of the window, his eyelids began to twitch unconsciously and he yawned continuously.

Finally, she couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness, her head tilted, and she fell into a deep sleep.

When Wu Qing woke up again, it was pitch black outside the window, with only a few stars dotting the sky.

Wu Qing patted his face to sober himself up.

It turns out that she hasn't worked for too long. After returning to her own world, can she still accept the intensity of 996?

Wu Qing couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

【Come on, Wu Qing! 】

Wu Qing silently cheered himself up in his heart.

However, despite her efforts to adjust her state, Wu Qing only flipped through twelve pages of the list in a day.

All together, there are twenty-four beauties.

——And that thick roster contained the information of nearly three hundred beauties.

Wu Qing was speechless and choked with emotion.

If this level of work efficiency were applied in the modern workplace, a large amount of performance would have been deducted long ago.

This can't go on!

Wu Qing pondered for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

Relying on her level of classical Chinese, it was indeed a big challenge for her to select those outstanding ladies who were suitable for the status of queen from the obscure classical Chinese.

but!

It is very simple to work backwards from the results!

In this way, the seemingly complicated problem suddenly becomes simple and clear.

Wu Qing opened the plot book.

In the tenth chapter of "The Palace", in order to reduce the word count, the author listed in detail the names of all the beauties who appeared in the drama, and also thoughtfully attached their biographical information.

The name, age, and father's official position are all available.

Wu Qing was moved to tears.

As much as she hated the author's inflated word count at the beginning, she is so grateful now!

That way, she only had to match the names in the roster with those in the original book one by one!

After noticing that his workload had dropped sharply, Wu Qing felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he relaxed.

She slumped in her chair, grinning quietly.

Jinxiu brought a cup of warm water and placed it on the desk in front of Wu Qing.

"My lady, although this list is thick, don't be discouraged. There will always be a day when you can finish reading it." Jinxiu advised.

Wu Qing tilted his head back, drank the warm water in the cup, and then slammed the cup on the table.

She imitated a chivalrous hero and said in a domineering manner, "Jinxiu, you underestimate me. Just wait and see, I will be able to chew this list tonight!"

Jinxiu didn't want to dampen her confidence, so she said politely, "My lady, you've been reading for a whole day and you've only read twelve pages."

What this means is that it is almost impossible to finish looking through the roster in one night.

Wu Qing, who had already found a solution, was not at all disappointed. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Don't worry, let's see your young master show off his skills."

She flipped through the book quickly, reading ten lines at a glance.

Jiao Zhi is not in the original book.

Xia Yujiao, neither is she.

Yan Yiyan, this name is correct... Look at her identity, the daughter of a doctor from the Ministry of Rites, and her family background is right too, it must be her!

Wu Qing picked up the brush and drew a big circle around Yan Yiyan's name.

In Jinxiu's eyes, Wu Qing was just flipping through the book in a very perfunctory manner, occasionally making circles and drawing a few times.

Jinxiu sighed. She didn't have high hopes that Wu Qing could finish reading the list in one night.

It doesn't matter whether the master seeks death or not.

As long as the master can live happily, that is enough.

"Jinxiu." Wu Qing suddenly called her name.

Jinxiu raised her head and asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

Wu Qing chuckled, "I suddenly want to eat mung bean cakes. Can you go to the imperial concubine and ask for some for me?"

Jinxiu nodded.

The imperial concubine had previously instructed that the young lady could get whatever she wanted to eat.

Wu Qing added: "Don't forget to ask for some more purple clay cakes!"

When Jinxiu heard this, she smiled and said yes.

Wu Qing doesn’t eat purple clay cake very often, but this is Jinxiu’s favorite cake.

…

The silvery moonlight filled the entire courtyard, casting a mysterious veil over the quiet night.

A figure quietly appeared in the courtyard, tiptoed through the bushes, opened the door and entered Wu Qing's room.

Wu Qing slept very lightly today.

When she heard footsteps, she opened her eyes.

Wu Qing did not alert the enemy, but lay in bed and peeked at the person coming in the moonlight.

But it was too dark, she could only vaguely see the person's outline but couldn't see her face clearly.

[People here like night raids, right? Can you let me get some good sleep? ]

Wu Qing complained bitterly in his heart.

Last time at the Huguo Temple, Monk Zhihui ran into her room in the middle of the night.

[Dad, let me see who it is?]

[Last time you hid men's clothes from me, what are you going to hide this time?]

The person who came looked like a woman.

His steps were steady and unhurried, without any sign of guilt.

She doesn't feel like a concubine, but more like an elderly palace maid.

Wu Qing narrowed his eyes fiercely.

I saw the man slowly walk to the desk, gently turning over the objects on the table with his fingers, as if looking for something.

The room was too dark, and Wu Qing couldn't see exactly what she was doing. He could only vaguely see her take something from the table and then carefully hide it in her sleeve.

Half an incense stick later, the man turned and left, his steps still as steady and calm.

Wu Qing silently turned over and crawled into the quilt, quickly wondering who this uninvited guest was.

Someone who is dissatisfied with her?

Well, she was promoted so quickly, there must be quite a few people who are jealous of her.

After thinking hard for a long time, Wu Qing still couldn't figure out who it was and he got himself into trouble.

She yawned.

never mind!

No matter what she does, she is not afraid of death.

I hope the person behind this has some brains and can kill her!

Wu Qing closed his eyes and fell asleep.