Lord Chen, the supervisor, left with profuse thanks.
Emperor Zhao Changheng looked at his second son and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wenqi had already run to the couch to the side and started working on the low table with his butt sticking out.
With the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone laid out, several more sheets of paper were written.
—Auntie, I've used my connections to get things done for you. Aren't I amazing?
Crown Prince Zhao Wenyi witnessed the entire scene, glancing at his busy younger brother and then at his smug father…
Dad, just keep spoiling him.
In his eyes, Zhao Wenqi's personality and way of doing things were all spoiled by his own father.
From a young age, no matter how outrageous he was, his father never used any coercive means to force him to submit or change.
The Crown Prince heard that his fourth uncle was also very mischievous when he was a child.
Perhaps, when the Emperor saw Zhao Wenqi, he also thought of his fourth brother who was far away in Jizhou, which is why he couldn't bring himself to deal with him harshly.
Jizhou.
He Youyou has been very busy these past few days.
In September, the results of the provincial examinations were released.
Han Wenzheng indeed passed the high school entrance exam.
He came in first place in the provincial examination, and relatives, friends, and neighbors all came to congratulate him.
They returned to the Han family's old house, where they paid homage to their ancestors to comfort their spirits, and also set up a banquet to thank their relatives and friends.
The Han family received many more congratulatory gifts.
He Youyou instructed the steward to write everything down, and all the acquired wealth was registered under Han Wenzheng's name and stored in the warehouse.
After passing this exam, Han Wenzheng accumulated considerable assets and truly entered the ranks of the middle class.
After the commotion subsided, He Youyou received another piece of good news: the age limit for admission to the Imperial Academy had been lowered from twenty to sixteen.
This news arrived even before Zhao Wenqi's letter.
Lord Xie Zhihong arrived immediately upon receiving the news from the capital.
"Li Yuncheng, the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy, is my mentor. He had a great appreciation for me when we were at the Imperial Academy. I wrote him a letter this time, and I never expected it to actually work out."
Prefect Xie said very modestly.
Yes, he felt very proud that his teacher still valued him so much.
Back when he was at the Imperial Academy, he was one of the most outstanding students.
Even now, my teacher still takes extra care of me.
He Youyou naturally couldn't help but express her gratitude.
Prefect Xie is a man of impeccable character.
Very practical.
After hearing her effusive praise, Prefect Xie replied modestly, "It's nothing, it's just my duty. Your son is a young talent and should not be overlooked."
A few days later, the results of the selection for admission to the Imperial Academy were released, and Han Wenzheng's name was prominently listed.
Han Wenzheng, who ranked first in the provincial examination in Jizhou, was selected for the Imperial Academy.
The enrollment date is set for early October, leaving them with little time.
He Youyou began making arrangements for the trip to the capital.
She herself is easy to talk about; all the things she usually uses are in her space, making it very convenient to carry around.
The main things she needed to arrange were Han Wenzheng's things.
When Butler Qian received this news, he was almost completely devastated.
The Imperial College—that's a rule that hasn't been changed in over a hundred years of this dynasty. How could it be changed overnight?
He couldn't understand it...
Before he could even think it over, He Youyou had already started assigning him tasks.
"Old Qian, you have to come with me to Beijing this time. You know that area best."
Given the situation, what could Butler Qian say?
After years of obscurity, the Han family suddenly rose to prominence.
The matriarch earned a reputation for the Han family.
The young master earned the Han family the top score in the provincial examination.
Everything felt like a dream.
Turning around, we're heading to the capital again...
What should we do?
With no other option and forced by circumstances, Manager Qian had no choice but to back down.
What could he say if the mistress wanted to go?
Master, we've arrived.
He Youyou was a decisive person and quickly notified all her business partners in Jizhou, including Ma Xiuyuan, Shen Huaiyu, and Cheng Tingrui.
She's going to the capital; we'll keep in touch by letter from now on.
Matthew was quite reluctant to part with it.
He Youyou comforted him, "Don't worry, well, once the seedlings we bought are harvested next month, I'll pay you. Just wait and see."
That's not what Matthew Yuan meant either.
He simply couldn't bear to part with her. After spending so much time together, he had long accepted her as a partner. Trust was essential between partners, and he believed that He Youyou wouldn't embezzle his money.
Cheng Tingrui was also aware of the news.
When Cheng Tingrui found He Youyou, his expression was very calm, much more composed than the flustered Ma Xiuyuan.
He said calmly, "I'll go with you."
He Youyou was a little embarrassed: "Wouldn't this be too much trouble?"
"No. I know the capital well; I can help you find a better place to stay."
He Youyou didn't stand on ceremony: "That would be great. There aren't many people, so the house doesn't need to be too big, just big enough."
"Okay." Cheng Tingrui then asked, "Where are you looking for a house?"
"Near the Imperial College, I suppose."
Cheng Tingrui: "..."
He agreed too soon.
If he had known she was going to live near the Imperial College, he shouldn't have said that.
"The area around the Imperial College is full of residences for important officials in the capital. Ordinary people from other places cannot buy houses near the Imperial College."
He Youyou blinked: "Really? I can offer a high price, really."
Cheng Tingrui smiled wryly, "Even if you offer a high price, it won't help. Even if you can buy it, you can't live there. The people living nearby are either imperial relatives or court officials. The residences of officials there are all divided according to their rank. For example, the residences of first and second-rank officials are built according to the regulations for their official rank. Ordinary people without official rank cannot buy them, and those with lower official rank cannot buy them either. Even if they did buy them, they couldn't live there because it would be against the regulations."
This era was one of clear distinctions between different social norms and etiquette.
Officials of each rank received corresponding benefits.
From clothing to housing, each has its own unique set of regulations that cannot be overstepped.
Those who overstep their bounds will bear legal responsibility.
The width of the hall is custom-made.
"The emperor's hall is nine feet high, the feudal lords' hall is seven feet high, the high officials' hall is five feet high, and the scholars' hall is three feet high."
The style of the house can also be customized.
"Officials are not allowed to build houses with hipped roofs, double eaves, double arches, or painted ceilings."
There are nine ranks and eighteen grades of officials, and each rank has corresponding requirements.
"Officials of the first or second rank shall have a hall with seven rooms and nine bays, and the roof ridge shall be decorated with floral and animal-shaped ornaments, and the beams, brackets, and eaves shall be decorated with colorful decorations."
If one is a member of the imperial family or comes from a noble family, then the rank is even higher.
If you buy a house like this, you don't even have the right to live in it.
Unless, we tear it down and rebuild it.
Why bother with all that?
He Youyou pondered, "Does having money mean you can't live near the Imperial College anymore?" She felt a little resentful.
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