"Among all those refugees who fled the famine, weren't there a few scholars or anything like that? I don't believe it."
“Okay, I’ll go recruit them,” Wang Zheng replied.
Watching Cen Ang's departing figure, the prefect tugged at his wife's sleeve, as if to say something.
"What's wrong, my husband?"
"I just feel pretty useless."
Hua Luan smiled and asked him.
Why do you say that?
"I ask you everything. I feel like you're even better than my advisor, no, you're better than me. If women could take the imperial examinations, my wife... you would definitely be a high-ranking official by now."
"That won't work," Hua Luan thought, looking at the sunlight on the ground of the yamen, feeling a pang of regret.
She felt that her brain was born for officialdom, and she could see through other people's intentions at a glance.
What a pity.
The woman was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and grasped Wang Zheng's hand in return.
"This is fate, but being able to marry you is also my fate. I think I'm quite lucky in this respect."
Wang Zheng was the man Hua Luan chose herself. She didn't want her clever mind to be wasted in the inner quarters, scheming and fighting for worthless favor.
It's meaningless.
She could control Wang Zheng, and Wang Zheng didn't dare to look at other women. Besides, this man wasn't bad-looking either, and most importantly, he respected her.
Although she can no longer go to court to realize her ambitions, she is almost there.
She was the one who devised the plans for Wang Zheng's every step. Although her man wasn't very capable, he was obedient.
Really?
The prefect, who had been somewhat depressed, was now beaming with excitement at those words, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his wife with disbelief.
"real"
"Madam, you are so kind."
The man wrapped his arms around Hua Luan from behind, and the woman nudged him with her elbow and said...
"Stop fooling around, we're at the government office."
"hey-hey"
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