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"Could you attend the College Entrance Examination after the Tianzhi?" Prince Xin asked.
During that time, scholars flooded into Ying City. He did not deny that this scholar, whom his prince had never seen before, was trying to avoid Bu Luo for one reason: the College Entrance Examination. Moreover, he was unaware of the news regarding visitors from the Ninth Underworld.
Indeed, Bu Luo had heard Miss Zhang mention that next year's Final Exam would be different from previous ones. Thus, he only sought a place on the list of notable names and did not dare to be greedy.
Gu Ping humbly replied, knowing that in official circles, sometimes it was just a big sieve where everything could slip through. Those idle princes would likely be most curious about the visitors from the Ninth Underworld. They spent their lives indulging in pleasures and were probably most intrigued by fresh matters. If they understood the dangers involved, most would likely retreat.
The young master was being modest. They had been blocking the way for quite some time, chatting on the building.
Prince Xin chuckled and led everyone toward the building. Zhang Chenyu was just about to enter when she felt Gu Ping tugging at her sleeve. Turning back, she noticed Gu Ping's serious expression but couldn't understand why.
"What’s wrong?" Zhang Chenyu asked quietly, falling a few steps behind Gu Ping.
Prince Xin hesitated for a moment before casting a soundproofing spell with his right leg and then said, "Don't you think it's good to get along with Prince Yong?"
They were not just ordinary brothers; their relationship was quite unique. Zhang Chenyu felt that Gu Ping was overreacting.
Prince Xin was indeed exceptional in every aspect; he was the kind of good person in the eyes of common folk who should be an emperor.
"How would I know?" Zhang Chenyu replied, surprised by Gu Ping's words. How could he guess everything? This was only his first day in Ying City! He was just a Lu State person pretending to be from Qi State. Now, Zhang Chenyu began to have her doubts.
Gu Ping glanced again at the seemingly affable young nobleman walking ahead of him and found himself deep in thought.
I don't like that Prince Yong, do I? That Prince Yong is truly talented, while Bu Luo is rather low-key, right? Gu Ping asked, her tone devoid of any jest, as she was seriously addressing the issue.
What am I trying to say?
Zhang Chenyu felt a surge of anger at Gu Ping's words, but seeing Gu Ping's smile fade, she had a foreboding sense that whatever Gu Ping and Jie Donglai were about to say would hit her hard.
What he wanted to say... Gu Ping sighed. That Prince Yong is probably plotting something against Bu Ju.
Ah.
Zhang Chenyu gasped, nearly exclaiming in surprise. She quickly covered her mouth, stifling her voice.
When Ming Sheng is perhaps getting on in years or suffering from some illness, or if he has any particularly close consorts, what does that have to do with my Prince Yong? What’s the situation there?
Gu Ping Ci suddenly felt as if she were in an absurd situation. Coming out to take an exam at the academy, she might run into someone from the Ninth Underworld. She could casually make a friend, only to find out that friend's father was being targeted by a group plotting against Bu Ju. How could her life be so unfortunate?
Zhang Chenyu pondered for a moment. At first, she didn't think there was anything wrong, but upon deeper reflection, it became terrifying. The emperor of Lu State indeed often suffered from headaches, and there was a woman named Consort Jin who was very close to him. Most importantly, it seemed that Consort Jin had an unusual relationship with Prince Yong.
If I keep quiet, will it be alright? Gu Ping looked at Zhang Chenyu and realized her guess was likely correct. Coco must already know about this matter; otherwise, why would she be so eager for me to marry over?
I’m talking nonsense! Zhang Chenyu wanted to refute this idea, but her voice had grown weak, barely audible like the sound of a mosquito buzzing—almost imperceptible. She thought to herself: I don’t deny it.
What kind of person am I? It doesn't matter; what matters is how I see myself and my position as a girl. One must recognize their own strengths and status; it's not just about how I think or how I feel.
At this moment, the two of them had unknowingly reached the building, but Gu Ping's words left Zhang Chenyu deep in thought. The power and status of an individual, the power and status of women in the Lu State—did he really want to say that? In such a country, where culture thrived but martial prowess waned, what constituted true status? Was it officials, military generals, the emperor, or perhaps the Mok Ming Academy?
As he pondered, Zhang Chenyu realized that in that country, those who held the greatest influence were indeed the nobility and high officials, and ultimately, it was the person seated on the emperor's throne. The Mok Ming Academy had the ability to truly shape a person's fate within that society.
"Are you referring to the academy?" Zhang Chenyu asked Gu Ping, unsure if his guess was correct.
Regarding the Mok Ming Academy, if I were to become a disciple there—even just an Outer Court disciple—I believe my attitude would be crucial. Whose words would carry weight?
It was common knowledge that the academy accepted female disciples. While many women studied and later entered the academy, there were no precedents for women holding official positions in the court. Therefore, after studying, they often returned home without becoming teachers. However, what Gu Ping mentioned was not merely about being a teacher; it was far more complex than that.
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