Before the carriage even left Langyinfang, a commotion arose in the streets and alleys.
Listen closely, and you'll hear that those well-meaning... literary figures are enthusiastically promoting Helian Chaolu's new poems.
"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles? This is yet another frontier poem!"
“But this poem, ‘Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong, and even a deep sleep could not dispel the lingering effects of the wine,’ does not seem like a poem written by a woman from a frontier background.”
"Miss Helian's poetic talent is astounding; aren't two frontier poems enough to prove it?"
"That's right. It was probably because it was my first time leaving the border and I saw different scenery. I was deeply moved and wrote this down."
"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"
...
Qin Zhaoyue temporarily spared Yin Zhe and listened to their discussion.
What kind of place is Langyinfang? In its past life, it was a city that never sleeps and a street full of bars.
At the beginning of the morning, around seven o'clock, how many people could be seen on the street?
What's wrong with these literary figures? They've been playing all night and are still full of poetic inspiration in the morning, eager to come out and discuss poetry with others?
In Qin Zhaoyue's opinion, this performance was a little over the top.
Sure enough, the topic abruptly changed after a short while of arguing.
"Three poems, no wonder Prime Minister Pei praised them."
"But I heard that Miss Helian claimed her literary talent was inferior to that of the Second Princess of Shuofeng? If that's the case..."
"Shut up! How can you boost the morale of others while diminishing your own?"
"Leaving aside others, I heard that Miss Zheng from the Duke's mansion is among those participating in the test."
"There is also the granddaughter of Editor Fan, who comes from a family of scholars and is very learned."
"Poetry and lyrics only account for a small part; the important thing is policy essays. My talented women will certainly not be inferior to those of the Shuofeng Dynasty."
...
After praising her for a while, the topic shifted, and they started discussing at length who among the talented women could come out on top.
Each side had its own arguments, and the commotion was worrying; they might actually start fighting on the spot.
According to the schedule, Princess Shuofeng should arrive in Beijing tomorrow.
With limited time, they need to generate buzz within a day, no wonder there's been a commotion starting early this morning.
According to the old saying, this is a scheme orchestrated by capital.
However, Qin Zhaoyue is now on the side of "capital," and her mood is still somewhat strange.
As the carriage traveled along, all I heard were arguments.
As they approached the Sixth Princess's residence, Yin Zhe used his "power" to envelop them and quietly led the two back.
Although Qin Zhaoyue's household currently lacks top-tier experts, the density of Qi Martial Realm cultivators is extremely high.
Apart from a few families with military merit, whose mansion can compare to this?
The Ink Group completely surrounded the backyard, making it impenetrable. Broken Ink even took charge of screening everyone inside and outside the courtyard several times.
So the absence of the master of the house for one night did not cause any disturbance, and everything remained calm.
After removing his mask and washing up, Mo Yi handed over the visiting card.
Qin Zhaoyue ate her breakfast lazily. She usually ate lunch and breakfast together every day, so waking up early for the first time made her feel a little dazed and she didn't have much of an appetite.
After returning to the capital, the Sixth Princess's residence, which had been deserted, began to receive various invitations again, mostly for banquets hosted by other people's daughters.
Given Qin Zhaoyue's personality, she naturally didn't go to any of them.
With the provincial examination just around the corner, invitations to the emperor were almost nonexistent, let alone formal visiting cards.
Who is it?
"Master Xiao Pei."
What is he doing here?
The expressions on everyone's faces in the hall were somewhat indescribable; it seemed they had forgotten everything after receiving the money.
"Your Highness, you bought some exam questions for your cousin's policy essays."
Qin Zhaoyue rolled her eyes. "I'm not senile yet."
It's just a test paper; couldn't you just send a servant to run errands? Why did you have to come all the way here yourself?
Hmph, that old bastard is still lusting after her looks? Wishful thinking!
If it weren't for the fact that they might need him later and he had a chance to make a big profit, they would have turned him away without hesitation.
Qin Zhaoyue ate a little bit, but she really didn't have much of an appetite, and she left more than half of her breakfast uneaten.
"Alright, take these untouched ones to Ping An to eat."
I had promised him that he could eat meat every meal, but as soon as he was taken into my household, he went on a long-distance disaster relief mission.
Let alone meat, it's hard enough to even get a full meal. Qin Zhaoyue, as the master, has to find a way to make up for it.
So in addition to the monthly allowance, they would also be given out delicious food and drinks.
After he spoke, none of the Mo Group members below the hall moved.
Everyone's gaze turned to Mo Twelve in the corner, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange.
"What's going on? Speak your mind."
Mo Shier stepped forward somewhat awkwardly, "Your Highness, this... I put some medicine on Ping An."
Clang!
The chopsticks fell onto the table, and Qin Zhaoyue's eyes widened.
Goodness, Mo Shier is so tiny, she doesn't even seem to be a third the size of Ping An. In her previous life, she would have been a cute little loli who was only 1.5 meters tall.
He usually just quietly researched hidden weapons and poisons, but I never expected this.
While it's true that the bold enjoy the world first, to target Ping An... especially with such a despicable method as drugging...
This is just bullying an idiot!
"You...you..."
Qin Zhaoyue's voice trembled as she spoke. Who could have imagined that her one night of playing outside would lead to such a tragic human tragedy?
Did you get Ping An's consent?
"No, sister, even though we're not bad off, and theoretically we're more than a match for Ping An, we can't force this silly guy..."
Mo Twelve tilted his head. "Prepare what? Medicine?"
Mo Yi came out, covering her face, and quickly offered a few words of explanation.
They traveled together and learned about Ping An's health condition.
Simply put, with his meridians all over his body in disarray, it's a miracle he's still alive.
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