Nanzhi leaned closer curiously, "In previous years, were the exam questions all copied by the adults themselves?"
Wu Wenyuan: "It's the same every year."
Nanzhi lowered her head and pondered, realizing that there was no movable type printing technology in this era.
No, I need to go back and get it sorted out.
Nanzhi went back at noon and bought a set of wooden engraved books from Yingtao'er.
Then in the afternoon, someone carried it to the Ministry of Personnel.
"Lord Wu, fetch Mo!"
Nan Zhi called out as she entered the room.
Wu Wenyuan was puzzled, but he still took the inkstone and went over.
Where are the exam papers?
Wu Wenyuan handed over a piece of paper.
Nanzhi arranged the characters according to the layout of the exam paper.
Then, I took a brush, dipped it in ink, and brushed it onto the engraving.
The rigid sheet fell away, and the originally clean paper was now covered with words.
Nanzhi pulled out the paper and handed it to Wu Wenyuan.
“This,” Wu Wenyuan said excitedly, “can be printed in no time.”
"What is this?!"
Nan Zhi: "This is movable type printing, which saves time and effort. What do you think?"
Wu Wenyuan admired Nanzhi even more.
What should have taken a month to compile was completed by the Ministry of Personnel in just seven days, exceeding the required amount.
The emperor was even more excited when he learned of this.
Eunuch Cao chimed in, "The presence of Lord Nan in our dynasty is a blessing for His Majesty and the Great Court."
The emperor asked curiously, "How do you think she knows so many things?"
"The Song family lad is truly blessed," the emperor thought for a moment. "What do you think I should do? Should I let them divorce, and then bestow Nanzhi upon the Crown Prince as his Crown Princess? Cao Cheng, what do you think?"
Eunuch Cao gasped and immediately knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"
"Tsk," the emperor said, displeased. "I was just saying, look how scared you are."
Cao Cheng got up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Do you think if I separate them, the Song family boy might rebel?"
Cao Cheng's face turned pale: Your Majesty, please spare me!
The Emperor's tendency to act on a whim is getting worse and worse.
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