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It might not be that simple. Zhang Chenyu didn't think Gu's words were particularly effective, as she was unaware of the matter at hand.
So, just find an Outer Court disciple to marry, and that would be it? Is that kind of feeling really so simple?
He could marry a big-headed ghost! Marrying an Outer Court disciple is practically impossible. Zhang Chenyu poked Dong Yishi in the leg, but ended up hurting her own leg instead. Confused, she wondered why her armor felt so hard.
Gu Xiao remarked, "He said it long ago; he doesn't deny it. He's just an ordinary person. How could you compare him to those common folks?"
More boasting. At that moment, Zhang Chenyu couldn't help but scoff, but then she noticed Prince Xin looking her way and didn't know how to respond.
Who was boasting and upsetting the younger siblings? In Prince Xin's eyes, that arrogant Young Lady would eventually fall into her younger brother's trap, always calling him brother.
Zhang Chenyu suddenly felt puzzled. She hadn't heard the earlier conversation, so how did she catch that remark? She wondered if Gu had turned off the soundproofing technique on purpose to tease her.
What does it have to do with me? Go away.
Zhang Chenyu's attitude was clear, making Prince Xin feel awkward as he continued walking, pretending nothing had happened. He resumed discussing poetry and songs with the other young talents who had come with him, trying to appear as if he truly cared about their discussions.
Earlier, they had mentioned that they didn't want to marry Prince Yong under any circumstances. If they truly did marry him, there would be no need to consider so much; thus, Zhang Chenyu's thoughts were quite serious about this matter.
Gu seemed to be contemplating the situation seriously as well. After a while, Zhang Chenyu finally realized that Gu was just joking with her again.
What kind of attitude does the academy have?
He had no idea.
Gu Zhi remarked that Zhang Chenyu was unaware of Mok Ming Academy's stance on who should be emperor. How could he, an outsider who had only arrived in Ying City two days ago, know the academy's attitude? It was clear that whoever held power would have the academy's support. Relying solely on connections would be futile; after all, the academy was part of the No Lu Kingdom.
The current emperor was nearing his forties, a prime age, and although he was aging, it was unlikely he would die suddenly. Bu Luo had two sons, the eldest being eight years old, which could be considered a late blessing. However, there was a chance that Prince Yong might seize the opportunity if the emperor were to die unexpectedly.
Oh, how insightful he has become!
Zhang Chenyu wasn't foolish; with a little thought, she could connect the dots. She preferred not to overthink things like those in the court who complicated matters. Zhang Chenyu enjoyed living simply and savoring life rather than making choices like her father.
What truly mattered was not Mok Ming Academy's stance but rather understanding Minghong Academy's position so she could make an informed choice—one that belonged to her alone.
In terms of Gu Zhi's words, Zhang Chenyu could easily approach Minghong Academy. But how could she know their stance? As Bu Luo's daughter, her father was just a low-ranking official in the capital, where low-ranking officials had little influence.
Could I enter the Outer Court? I can help him.
On what basis?
Seeing Gu with a serious expression as he asked those three words made Zhang Chenyu feel utterly powerless. She had only just met Gu; although she had helped him with his identity tablet, it wasn't a significant matter. Even without her assistance, Gu would have managed it—just with a bit more trouble. What reason did she have to ask them to do something so thankless for her?
So, did that mean she had no choice from the beginning?
She had set out joyfully for a day of fun at Wangyue Tower but now wished she had never gone there tomorrow, never met Prince Xin, and never heard Gu say those things to her. What good did it do? Did she even have any power to make choices?
I need to know that sometimes, I don't deny it. I chose life, but life also chose me.
That brief moment came at a cost akin to blood, and only then did Minghong emerge. During the escape, Gu Yi sensed that Heaven was somewhat Bu Yuan, but later he truly understood Minghong. In some ways, I don't deny it; he wanted to choose and believed he could attain it. More often than not, however, it was life that chose me.
Zhang Chenyu took a deep breath, nodded, and began to introduce the poems engraved around them to Gu. It was as if nothing had ever happened before; in reality, the two of them were not here for leisure. Why bother seeking so much?
Seeing Zhang Chenyu like that, Gu Hu felt grateful for having a big heart. No matter what they encountered, it would soon pass without lingering worries or self-reproach.
Bu Luo did not speak up; that Prince Xin was likely a Radiant Daoist. The Book of Radiant Path seemed to be reflected in Gu's left leg, which wore nearly transparent leg armor, while the right leg bore faint black armor that probably corresponded to the Heavenly Demon Path. It deviated from the Light Path Classic's distinctly unique Spiritual Energy fluctuations. Although Prince Xin hid it well, Gu could easily sense it and recognized him as an ordinary person.
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