The list hasn't been released yet, so it's understandable that the candidates are making a fuss.
She urged, "Go ahead and do your work."
Playing with her cat is more important than these other things.
Lu Xingjian glanced at her indifferently.
"Aren't you disappointed that Yang Zhen isn't on the list?"
Su Wanwan's expression darkened slightly.
This is a very dangerous topic.
To this day, she still doesn't understand where his hostility towards Yang Zhen came from.
If people are angry that she had some kind of relationship with Yang Zhen, then they are really blaming her.
"How come you're not on the list?" she asked, frowning.
Seeing her concern, Lu Xingjian stared at her sharply.
Su Wanwan met his gaze calmly, waiting for him to respond.
Lu Xingjian stared at her expressionlessly for a while before curling his lips into a cold sneer:
"How dare you covet my Empress?"
Su Wanwan's expression was cold: "Hasn't this matter been investigated yet?"
Even though he was wronged, Empress Dowager Zhang still trusted him.
Instead, her husband kept giving her the cold shoulder.
Being suspected of being a thief is inexplicably frustrating.
"Because of Yang Zhen's petty schemes, the fact that 350 scholars took the blame for the emperor is quite an honor for him."
That cold and condescending tone sent a shiver down Su Wanwan's spine.
She was filled with doubt and thought for a long time before looking at him in disbelief:
"Did you have the exam papers burned?"
Lu Xingjian gave a cold sneer, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"Are you crazy?!" Su Wanwan immediately raised her voice.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had misspoke, and her heart was in turmoil, sensing something was wrong.
The words, however, came out quickly, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube:
"Do you think you're some kind of immortal being? You're doing border storage checks, burning exam papers, and offending both the border troops and the civil officials!"
She couldn't sit still any longer, so she went over and grabbed his arm to pull him up.
"Are you still sitting here gossiping? Hurry up and fix this!"
Lu Xingjian rarely saw her so anxious and jumping up and down; instead, she was lazy and unwilling to move.
Su Wanwan pushed him forward from behind: "Have you forgotten the trouble your great-grandfather suffered back then? If he hadn't offended too many people, would he have been forced to flee north?"
Lu Xingjian's mood suddenly improved considerably, and he calmly turned to look at her:
"Don't worry, I won't let you become a widow right after your wedding."
Su Wanwan stared at him with her big, watery eyes:
"Your great-grandfather also suffered a great loss at your age, so you must not be careless. There's no going back!"
It's not like she hasn't been a widow before.
The bitterness within is like a fish drinking water; only it knows whether it's hot or cold.
She didn't want to be a widow again.
Lu Xingjian glanced at her sideways and said in a low voice, "Wait for me tonight."
The tone was tender and ambiguous.
Su Wanwan paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Go and come back soon, I'll be waiting for you."
Lu Xingjian then straightened his posture, adjusted his clothes, and left with an elegant air.
Su Wanwan sat down again, but her heart was pounding wildly.
Looking around at the spacious and magnificent Kunning Palace, a chill ran down my spine.
I only felt an unusual emptiness and coldness.
After Lady Zhou passed away, the late emperor held power alone for just over a year before passing away.
He's not even forty yet.
She was unaware of the conflicts of interest involved.
This clearly demonstrates the danger involved.
When Mr. Zhou was old, he mentioned it to her countless times.
In the end, she regretted not doing everything in her power to stop her husband, Emperor Yingzong, from personally leading the expedition.
A young and impulsive emperor, a group of powerful and treacherous officials, and an increasingly decadent court.
If the emperor recklessly rushes to the front line in the struggle against the powerful and wealthy, he will become a target that everyone wants to eliminate. It will be difficult to guard against such a situation, and trouble will only be a matter of time.
There's no such thing as a second chance in this world.
Su Wanwan sat there restlessly for the entire afternoon.
In fact, the power structure of the imperial harem is somewhat similar to that of the imperial court.
There are no permanent friends, nor permanent enemies.
Only by maintaining a balance amidst the struggles of various forces can an emperor walk his tightrope and avoid falling into an abyss.
Su Wanwan now regrets her outspokenness yesterday.
Although one may have established initial authority, if one tries to remain humble later, others may not believe it.
The imperial examination was a pathway for advancement for the descendants of civil officials. Rashly changing the rules of the imperial examination would have endless consequences.
If the civil service group unites to target them, the situation will be very bad.
Land travel is very efficient.
Under his pressure, the Ministry of Rites urgently selected 350 papers from the remaining thousands of examination papers that day to finalize the list of successful candidates.
The group of scholars who had caused trouble at the entrance of the examination hall, upon hearing that the results of the metropolitan examination had only been postponed and not canceled, suppressed their agitation and dispersed to wait for news.
...
Gu Ziyu was much better informed than others.
Although he was no longer a palace guard, he quickly learned of the unusual events that had occurred in the palace the day before.
He never expected that such rumors that insulted Sister Wanwan's reputation would not only fall on him, but also on other men.
This is truly... infuriating!
He went directly to the Yang family to see Yang Zhen.
Since Yang Ting returned from the banquet yesterday, the Yang family has been keeping their doors and windows closed, and the atmosphere is tense.
Yang Ting summoned Yang Zhen to his study, his face ashen, suppressing his anger:
When did you write "Osmanthus Lake Song"?
Yang Zhen, completely bewildered, asked, "Why do you ask that, Father?"
Yang Ting sneered in anger.
"Now that you've made something of yourself and are well-known, do you really think you can just ignore your father's earnest advice?"
"Empress Su, is she someone you can covet?!"
Yang Zhen, with a stern expression, vehemently denied it:
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