He didn't know where it felt familiar, but it did feel somewhat similar to his own style. However, he had never actually written or read this poem before.
When I first heard the topic, if I were to write a poem, it would probably be very similar to what the Third Prince said.
Could it be that the Third Prince has read too many of his own poems, so that the poems he writes are very similar to his own?
"Besides you, does he have other ghostwriters?"
The person kneeling on the ground quickly shook his head again: "No...no, as far as I know, there is only one me."
The fewer people who know about ghostwriting, the better; finding one is enough.
"Alright, take him away."
"My lord... my lord! I still need the Third Prince to give me a writing fee. Could... could you let me go back? My wife's eyes are almost blind from embroidery, and she has only managed to scrape together enough money for my journey."
There are still half a month until the imperial examination. He had already run out of money after arriving here. He did not expect the cost of living in the capital to be so high. He thought he had enough money for the journey and the examination fee, but it was quickly spent.
Having no other choice, he wrote letters for others and wrote poems to sell, but business was not good until the Third Prince appeared.
The Third Prince asked him to act as his scribe, promising to cover his food, lodging, and exam fees during the examination period. He was driven to desperation; his wife was still waiting for him.
"Do you know what you've done? If His Majesty finds out, that would be the crime of deceiving the emperor."
The man's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he immediately knelt down again.
"Alright, you're not allowed to take the imperial examination this year. But your talent is indeed quite good, so I recommend you to an academy to be a teacher there. I'll provide you with accommodation and pay you a salary. You can also read any of your books freely. Take the imperial examination again in three years."
After saying that, he added, "Also, I will bring your wife and mother over. You'll feel more at ease with your family around."
The other party's words caused the scholar with a pen to have wildly fluctuating emotions. He had originally thought that even if he couldn't take the imperial examination this year, the fact that the other party had provided him with accommodation and a job was not bad.
But after his family member said that, the scholar realized that they wanted him to be on the same side. Now that he knew everything, his wife and mother were probably in his hands, and he had no choice.
"Then thank you very much, sir."
"Don't rush to thank me. If you're not on the list in three years, you know what will happen."
To be honest, with his talent, if he could participate in the imperial examination this year and no one did anything behind his back, he might actually become the top scholar.
But since she had already done something wrong, she deserved the punishment. However, he had also investigated her past and understood that she had indeed worked hard to learn and was very good to her wife and mother, so he decided to give her another chance.
…
After the scholar left, the man removed his black mask, revealing a face that could launch a thousand ships. He was very handsome, but not in a woman's way; his eyes were deep and his features were exquisite, making him as handsome as a god.
He shouldn't be here at this moment, but for some reason, he's here.
The man's gaze fell on the women's section not far away, where Wan Ge was still with Liu Menggui.
"The young lady of the Jiang family, huh? Interesting."
…
Without the farce of ghostwriting, the poetry gathering ended smoothly.
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