One was a scholar, the other a warrior; both came from distinguished backgrounds and possessed remarkable abilities.
He is considered a leader among the younger generation and is currently enjoying unparalleled popularity.
Pei Xueqiao had already established himself in the Department of Ceremonial Affairs and, due to his merits in promoting girls' schools, was promoted to the fourth-rank position of Director of the Imperial Examinations.
Meng Jian, due to his military achievements in suppressing the rebellion in the southern border, successfully took over the Beijing garrison and became its official commander.
The attitudes of both families toward this matter are quite subtle now, with both adopting a laissez-faire approach.
After all, following the assassination attempt on His Majesty and the Sixth Princess's heroic efforts to save the day, everyone knew that the Sixth Princess was a staunch royalist, and even the usually cautious Meng Guang had softened his stance.
"The autumn wind is chilly today. Lord Pei is frail, so please be careful not to catch a cold."
Meng Jian spoke with concern, but his eyes glanced at the other person's slightly thin frame.
Pei Xueqiao's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of her lips curled slightly:
"Thank you for your concern, Commander Meng."
"But I imagine you, Commander, would find such elegant gatherings of flower appreciating and poetry composing rather dull and uninteresting, and find it difficult to find kindred spirits?"
The implication was that he was being sarcastic about her lack of romantic understanding.
"snort!"
"snort!"
The two turned their faces away simultaneously, looking at each other with mutual disgust.
Just then, Qin Zhaoyue appeared at the window on the third floor of the brothel, leaning on the railing and looking down.
Meng Jian's cultivation had reached the peak of the fourth rank, and his spiritual senses were sharp. He immediately noticed the gaze that was directed at him.
Looking up, he met Qin Zhaoyue's gaze.
He subconsciously straightened his back, straightened his already neat clothes, and raised his chest even higher.
He knew very well that the Sixth Prince preferred muscular men with eight-pack abs!
Commander Meng, who felt he had a great advantage, was instantly filled with fighting spirit.
Although Pei Xueqiao did not have such keen perception, he was meticulous and immediately noticed Meng Jian's body tense up instantly. He followed Meng Jian's gaze and looked towards the brothel.
With limited vision, one could only make out a blurry, slender figure standing by the window in the distance.
Judging from Meng Jian's reaction, it must be the Sixth Princess!
Pei Xueqiao's heart stirred, and she hurriedly tried to tidy her appearance.
However, just as he raised his hand, Meng Jian suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, Lord Pei, I'm talking to you. Why are you looking around like that? How can you be so impolite?"
Meng Jian deliberately put on a stern face, but his grip on his hand remained firm.
Pei Xueqiao tried to break free, her tone slightly annoyed: "Commander Meng, please let go. Who is it that lacks manners?"
"Try breaking free yourself if you dare!"
"You! Rude!"
"Go ahead and hit me."
...
Upstairs, Qin Zhaoyue, who had witnessed the entire scene, couldn't help but roll her eyes and mutter under her breath, "Childish."
Seeing her leaning against the window for a long time, only looking at it with a playful expression and not offering any opinion, Qin Zhaowan coughed lightly, leaned closer and whispered:
"Sixth sister, in terms of family background, talent, appearance and future prospects, Pei Xueqiao and Meng Jian are the most outstanding among the younger generation."
One is a scholar, the other a warrior; both are exceptional talents.
Moreover, both of them have worked with you before and know you well, making them the best candidates.
"Oh~~~" Qin Zhaoyue drawled out, her tone flat and noncommittal.
Downstairs, among the more than one hundred meticulously dressed young talents, in terms of appearance and temperament alone, none seemed to be more outstanding than the group of beauties she kept in her mansion who had been rescued from Chengyuan.
As for family background, ability, and future prospects—these are the conditions that others value most when choosing a son-in-law—what do they matter to her?
Seeing that Xiao Liu seemed uninterested, Qin Zhaoshu also spoke up to persuade him:
"Didn't you always say that you liked men with sharp edges and corners?"
In Fourth Sister's opinion, Meng Jian should best meet your requirements.
Moreover, the Meng family's stance is clear: they will not be an obstacle.
In just two days, she wouldn't have had the time to gather information on so many people.
The contents of that thick book were mostly provided by a certain enthusiastic deputy commander, who even included his personal preference for "sharp edges".
Qin Zhaoyue waved her hand listlessly.
"Oh, those were just jokes I made when I was young and ignorant, don't take them seriously."
Looking at it now... it's just so-so.
It's no wonder Qin Zhaoyue is so picky.
There were plenty of people with eight-pack abs among the former servants of Chengyuan in her household.
They were all more handsome, knew how to serve others better, and each possessed a skill in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, dance, or other arts.
In comparison, the aloof young men downstairs certainly lacked novelty.
Xiao Jiu then came over, shaking Qin Zhaoyue's arm and asking curiously:
"Sixth Sister, there are so many people down there, didn't you find any of them appealing?"
Under the expectant or curious gazes of her siblings, Qin Zhaoyue nodded very calmly.
"Indeed, I didn't find it appealing."
Everyone: "..."
Well, all that work for nothing.
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