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Zhang Chenyu deliberately saw Prince Yong to the door. Watching his absent-minded expression, she couldn't help but laugh. That guy really thought they were all fools, believing no one could see through his intentions. It turned out that Gu Ping had exposed Prince Yong's plans with just a few words at the dining table, causing Prince Yong's heart to sink, and he quickly took his leave.
He was still young and impatient. After sending off Prince Yong, Zhang Shoujing turned to Gu Ping and said, "Your uncle has been in Ying City for many years; he must understand the ways of governance far better than you do."
Gu Ping replied, seemingly unrelated to the conversation, but it made Zhang Shoujing ponder deeply. He glanced at Zhang Chenyu and occasionally stole glances at Gu Ping.
What I want to say is that without taking sides, there is no position.
"Have you heard of Binshui Tong?"
"I have heard of it. A thousand-year-old family that has stood strong through three dynasties and countless emperors; they truly are a great family," Zhang Shoujing sighed. "In the World of Mortals, there are many with the surname Zhang, but none can compare to the Tong family in terms of prestige."
The Binshui Tong family has a longstanding family motto: regardless of who is the head of the family or how high their descendants rise in official ranks, they do not take sides or express opinions. Many know that Binshui Tong does not align with any faction, but few realize that Xu Ling Tong also shares this stance. Long before Binshui Tong became renowned in Tiandong, it was already established—Bu Luo had one elder brother and one younger brother.
Gu Ping remarked that Zhang Shoujing truly did not know this. No wonder Xu Ling Tong's family had endured hardships yet thrived; no wonder Binshui Tong had faced several disasters and nearly faced extinction yet managed to survive. Their mutual support was indeed remarkable.
If one conducts oneself this way in governance, then surely one should also live by such principles in life. This simple truth should not be lost on your uncle.
"Noble Nephew," Zhang Shoujing said clearly, "No, he is old and perhaps cannot see the situation clearly anymore."
"Look closely. If you can't see clearly, don't ask for a repeat. If you want something, then do what belongs to you; that is enough. A person of value does not remain silent, and I fear no one would refuse to use such a person. People should be content; without desires, one remains strong."
At this point, both paused in their steps. Zhang Shoujing wanted to get a better look at the young man before him, who he found difficult to read. Gu Ping, on the other hand, admired the lush greenery surrounding them, feeling the morning air was exceptionally fresh, as if the conversation they had just shared had already drifted away.
"Oh, I forgot! The College Entrance Examination is in four days. I need to have the Little Girl accompany Noble Nephew to register soon; we can't delay Noble Nephew's final exam—that would be quite serious."
Then he prepared himself.
Zhang Chenyu found the entire conversation particularly dull. She didn't want to think too much about it; she'd rather waste time playing than expend energy on what was happening around her. Thus, she didn’t pay attention to what Gu Ping and Zhang Shoujing were discussing. It didn’t concern her anyway; she would just go with the flow.
Last night she had already accompanied Prince Xin to the academy. Prince Xin had taken a side entrance while she had walked through the main gate along West Zheng Street, navigating through the bustling crowd and avoiding passing carriages before finally arriving at the academy's entrance.
It was an ordinary large gate made of red bricks, engraved with a couplet: "Carved dragons and phoenixes, jade refined through many twists." On the left side was another couplet: "From generals to ministers, talents are honed through trials." In the center hung a plaque that read "Dragon Soaring, Phoenix Dancing, Mo Ming Academy," which truly gave off an educational aura reminiscent of worldly affairs.
She noticed a queue forming. To the left stood officials and relatives of graduates from the academy, while on the right were those who had never entered before. There were fewer people on the left and more on the right; she decided to choose one.
Gu Ping took a few steps towards the center and saw another table set up there for registration like those on either side but with no one attending it. He asked, "Why is there no one here?"
"Ah, that area is reserved for those already renowned as Eastern Scholars," someone replied. "Only those who have produced remarkable works worthy of being remembered in history can register there. Students participating in the College Entrance Examination must not exceed fifteen years of age—how many can achieve historical recognition at such a young age? I wouldn't even want to think about it."
As Zhang Chenyu listened to this exchange, she noticed Gu Ping moving toward that area and felt anxious about embarrassing herself. What if she wasn’t recognized? That would be quite humiliating! She recalled a piece called Water Dragon Chant from a few months ago and thought perhaps it was worth a try since it had already been inscribed atop Wangyue Tower as a fine work.
Just as she pondered this, she saw Gu Ping approaching the table where students were gathered, and they began to murmur among themselves, some of whom she recognized from their time at the Tavern with Gu Ping.
Who is that?
That person, he knows him. He is the one who wrote the piece titled "Water Dragon Chant" a couple of days ago. What a memory.
No, it's not just a memory. It is said to be engraved on the top of Watchmoon Tower in blue stone. He thinks it’s possible; if not, there might not be anyone left in a few years.
He feels that he is almost there. He is somewhat famous in Ying City, but outside of Ying City, like in Coco, no one knows him. The time is too short; he hasn't made a name for himself in Tiandong yet.
How about a bet? Are you up for it? Let’s wager a jar of Sandalwood Aged Wine. What do you say?
A jar? Why wouldn’t I go for it?
Enough with the chatter; hurry up and look! They have arrived.
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