The gossip that circulated at the Queen's banquet was confirmed by the parties involved themselves.
Han Wenzheng, the top scholar in this imperial examination, was an orphan.
He was orphaned at a young age.
Rumors are spreading throughout the capital.
Legend has it that the God of Literature descended to earth and was born as an orphan.
The fact that they have no parents gives various groups of people a lot of room to maneuver.
Who would complain about having too many children with such promising futures?
He Youyou went out early in the morning to find Prince Qi, but when she opened the door, she saw a middle-aged man with a plump figure blocking the doorway, looking inside furtively.
"Who are you?" she asked, standing in front of the man.
The man, with his round belly protruding, smiled broadly and asked, "Excuse me, is this the home of Han Xiuzhuan, the top scholar?"
He Youyou nodded and said, "That's right. May I ask what brings you here?"
The man seemed very happy after hearing this.
Instead of answering He Youyou's question immediately, he turned around and waved to the person behind him.
He Youyou then noticed a carriage and several servants parked not far from her house in the alley.
When the servants saw the man beckoning, they immediately sprang into action, busily unloading things from the carriage.
One by one, carrying baskets and boxes, they rushed toward the gate where He Youyou was.
"Stop! Stop!" He Youyou quickly reached out to stop them.
Xiao Wu, the bodyguard behind him, also stood at the door, his hands bracing against the door frame, like a guardian deity, guarding the door tightly.
He Youyou said to the man, "What brings you to my house? Please state your purpose first so I can decide whether or not to let you in."
The man smiled and said, "Madam, I am a timber merchant from the capital. My surname is Wang."
“Oh, so it’s Master Wang,” He Youyou said. “But my family doesn’t do timber business, so we don’t need to deal with timber merchants.”
The timber merchant surnamed Wang quickly replied, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm not here to discuss business, I'm... well! To be honest, in my youth I was quite the ladies' man, traveling all over the country, having casual affairs everywhere..."
He Youyou is impatient; how could she tolerate his roundabout way of speaking?
"What do your romantic escapades have to do with my family?"
The merchant surnamed Wang laughed, his fat jiggling: "Hehe, madam, I also went to Jizhou to collect timber when I was young."
As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow twice.
He Youyou replied blankly, "Hmm, so what?"
"I have many lovers in Jizhou. After I leave, some of them will surely become pregnant."
"Get to the point."
The merchant Wang raised his hand to his mouth and said mysteriously, "Han Zhuangyuan might be my son. We look so alike."
He Youyou stared at him for a long time.
He then said, "Master Wang, you're dressed in fine silks and look incredibly wealthy, so why can't you even afford a mirror?"
This guy surnamed Wang was eventually driven away by Xiao Wu.
However, since then, the house has never been peaceful.
Not to mention wealthy merchants and gentry, even officials were eager to make their move.
One day, the wife of a commander also came.
She said that when her husband was a sub-prefect, he kept a mistress, who was later sold to Jizhou.
She seemed to be pregnant at that time.
The commander's wife said with certainty, "The top scholar must be the son of that mistress, who was lost to the world. He looks exactly like my master."
He Youyou: Guess if I believe you or not?
Upon further inquiry, it was discovered that the couple had been married for twenty years without conceiving, and the commander apparently had suffered some kind of physical injury.
So they've come here to pick up a ready-made child.
He Youyou was a little worried: "Xiao Wu, why don't you go and be Ali's bodyguard? I'm afraid he'll be kidnapped on the street and taken as a son."
Xiao Wu thought for a moment and said, "The mistress can't be without someone by her side. I'll find another skilled martial artist to be Lord Han's bodyguard."
Turning around, Xiao Wu went back to the Yue King's mansion to demand the person.
Once someone is needed, this matter can no longer be kept secret.
It's hot in summer.
After lunch, I felt very sleepy.
The timber merchant surnamed Wang stripped off most of his clothes, leaving only his underpants, and took a nap on the bed.
In his dream, he married the beautiful widowed mother of Han Xiuzhuan and also gained Han Xiuzhuan as his adopted son.
My pillow was covered in drool.
He mumbled in his sleep, "My lady, you are so beautiful. I have finally won you my heart... Come here, give me a kiss..."
I was sleeping soundly when suddenly my body jolted awake.
A bucket of cold water was poured over him from above, giving him a thorough soaking.
The merchant Wang opened his eyes, trembling.
I realized I wasn't in bed at that moment.
I don't know when, but I've been led to a secluded alley. There are no pedestrians around, but a group of young men with cold expressions surround me.
Each of them was carrying a weapon.
It was so bright and dazzling that it hurt my eyes.
Directly opposite stood a man with a cold and stern face.
A pair of cold eyes made him tremble all over.
The merchant Wang trembled and said, "Hero, spare my life! My family is rich. Just name your price, I only beg you to spare my life!"
The cold-faced man spoke: "I could have spared you, but... who told you to have such a filthy dream just now?"
When the merchant Wang heard the hostile tone of his words, he immediately became very nervous: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
The man raised his right hand, placed it in front of his eyes, and stared at it intently.
"Someone once told me that there is only one trick to subdue a lecherous man."
Suddenly, he clenched his fist with all five fingers.
His eyes were indifferent, devoid of emotion: "Like this... grab it, twist it, then squeeze it tightly, pulling it downwards as you squeeze!"
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