The day before the results of the autumn imperial examinations were announced, Song's mother went alone to several famous temples in the area to pray for the God of Literature and all the Buddhas to bless Song Yuebai so that he would be on the list of successful candidates the next day.
In Mr. Song's words, it was all a waste of time. You have to be strong yourself to succeed. But what could he do? His wife loved to believe in these gods. Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh that his wife had become more and more stubborn since they brought their daughter back. He couldn't say a word to her.
When the results were announced, the examination hall was packed with students, their families, and onlookers.
Taking advantage of his natural location in the capital, Song Yuebai specially booked a private room on the second floor of a restaurant near the Imperial Examination Hall.
Song Yuebai, Song Fengqing, Qingyin... the whole family sat in the private room, it was packed and very lively.
Holding her mother, Song Zhenbao looked at the lively scene below the window, a mixture of excitement and curiosity in her eyes. "Why is it so lively downstairs, Uncle?"
Song Yuebai leisurely played chess with Song Fengqing and said, "Because today is the day the results of the autumn imperial examinations are announced, everyone is waiting to see the results of us students."
His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Song Fengqing's scratching his head and taking one step at a time.
"Does having your name on this list guarantee you a high-ranking official position?"
Song Zhenbao looked at Song Yuebai with a blank expression and asked.
Song Yuebai's lips curled slightly. "Of course."
"Then why isn't Uncle in a hurry to go down and check the list?"
"Uncle Niannian, let me tell you a lesson: Once something is agreed upon, it is yours to have, and you can't take away what isn't yours."
Song Yuebai spoke casually.
Song Fengqing looked down on her second brother's pretentious manner and curled her lip, "Hmph, it's just that there are too many people and your small body can't squeeze in."
Song Yuebai: "..."
He frowned, wanting to beat his younger brother again.
Song Yuebai rolled her eyes: "What's the use of having great martial arts skills if your brain capacity is so small?"
"How could it be useless? I am a born martial arts genius, a prodigy who can overcome all techniques with sheer force, a future great general."
Song Fengqing was genuinely unwilling to admit defeat.
The way the two of them bickered was quite interesting.
At least Song Zhenbao was made to laugh out loud by his two uncles.
Qingyin sat quietly to the side, wearing a veil, watching them play and joke around.
With so many people around, Qingyin didn't want to encounter any accidents or provoke any princes, even in the private room, so she put on a veil again.
The group chatted and laughed.
After a short while, the bustling crowd seemed to have dispersed somewhat.
The servant who had been sent out also ran back excitedly.
"Whew! The young master has won! He's won!"
Song's mother immediately beamed with joy, "It's a success! Thank God!"
Having witnessed so many students' disappointment at failing their exams, Song's mother now only cares about Song Yuebai passing the exams; her expectations are extremely low.
Song Yuebai's lips curled slightly. "What place?"
The servant excitedly announced, "Young Master is the top scholar in the provincial examination, ranking first on the list of successful candidates."
"Great, now we really have to go back and celebrate!"
The smile on Song's mother's face never faded until the family quietly returned to their residence and Song's father came back from his shift. Even then, the smile on Song's mother's face remained.
When Song's father heard that his son had become the top scholar in the provincial examination, he couldn't help but slap his thigh in delight.
"hiss"
"Not bad, he's a good son, I've taught him well."
Hearing this, Song's mother couldn't help but glare at him.
Song's father: "..."
"Oh, and Madam has been working so hard to pray everywhere for this boy Yuebai."
After hearing this, Song's mother nodded in satisfaction, "Your wish has been fulfilled. We still need to go and give some incense money as a token of our gratitude."
Mr. Song: "What you say is true."
...
Song's mother went to the temple to fulfill her vow for her son, and Song's father also showed off his eldest son when he went to court the next day.
"Lord Song has a worthy successor!"
"Haha, hey, there's still so much to learn about Yuebai."
"Like father, like son, Lord Song."
"You flatter me."
Feeling the envious and jealous looks on Song's father's face, he couldn't have been happier.
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After the autumn examinations, there is the spring examination and the palace examination.
Autumn is gradually passing, and the weather is getting colder.
Large snowflakes were falling heavily over Beijing, and snow had already accumulated on the eaves, trees, and ground.
Qingyin stood by the window, feeling an irresistible urge to build a snowman or something.
But Song's mother and Yuebai were worried about her health and dared not let her go outside to catch a cold, let alone build a snowman.
Qingyin could only sit by the window, watching enviously as Song Zhenbao, bundled up tightly, stood in the yard building one little snowman after another.
Song Zhenbao was seriously building a small snowman in her hands, while Song Fengqing stood beside her, disturbing her from time to time.
"Niannian, your head is too small."
"She's small, and her belly probably still has some snow on it."
"The wooden fork they're using is so thin, you can't even see it from a distance."
Despite Song Fengqing's constant nitpicking, Song Zhenbao seriously and earnestly chased away her overly talkative uncle.
Qingyin: "Hehe."
Song Fengqing glanced resentfully at her sister, who was laughing happily by the window.
Qingyin: "..."
That look in his eyes is even funnier.
Qingyin rested her chin on her hand, quietly gazing at the little snowman Song Zhenbao had built, and suddenly felt a little melancholy.
Through Song Yuebai's subtle inquiries, Qingyin learned that Shen Du was one of the people who saw his true face that day, and that she had even joined forces with the Song family to keep it a secret from the Crown Prince.
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