She spoke vaguely, but the words "defiled innocence" and "government office" made Butler Zhang's heart skip a beat, cold sweat instantly drenching his back. He didn't even bother to ask for details, realizing the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, the "unconscious" Jiang Susu, upon hearing Jiang Ruan's words, felt her forehead twitch as she clenched her fists tightly.
Jiang Ruan sighed, "I'm exhausted today. After such an incident, I'll return to my courtyard to rest. Let mother comfort Second Sister properly—this wasn't her fault." With that, she took Zisu and Lianqiao back to Ruan Residence.
Meanwhile, Xia Yan arrived quickly. When she saw Jiang Susu's disheveled state, she was utterly shocked. Jiang Quan hadn't returned to the manor yet, and Jiang Susu, no longer feigning unconsciousness, grabbed Xia Yan's hand in panic. "Mother, what do we do? Zhou Da has been sent to prison—what if he recognizes us?"
"Don't be afraid," Xia Yan calmed herself. "I had Li Momo hire outsiders to instruct Zhou Da. No matter what, it can't be traced back to us. But you—how did you suddenly fall into the water?"
"I don't know," Jiang Susu gritted her teeth. "But it must be Jiang Ruan's doing! Tonight's incident was clearly her scheme. Now my reputation is ruined—what do we do?"
"I underestimated Jiang Ruan. But with Jinying Wang and the Eighth Prince on your side, there's no need to worry. Still, how did you get involved with Jinying Wang?"
"I don't know," Jiang Susu blushed. "Perhaps... perhaps he couldn't stand to watch."
"He doesn't seem like that kind of person," Xia Yan said decisively. "I'll look into this further. That wretched Jiang Ruan—daring to scheme against you like this! I'll make sure she pays a hundred, a thousand times over!" Her eyes brimmed with malice, devoid of her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor.
Back at Ruan Residence, Zisu brought over a white rabbit festive lantern. Luzhu marveled, "This lantern is so exquisite! Where did it come from?"
Zisu glanced at Jiang Ruan. "The Eighth Prince sent it over. He said it was a prize from the Exquisite Boat that the young lady forgot to take."
Jiang Ruan glanced at the lantern and said coolly, "Send this lantern to Meiqing Courtyard. Tell them it's a gift from me to Second Sister to soothe her shock."
Luzhu seemed reluctant, while Lianqiao handed Jiang Ruan a cup of hot tea. "Young lady, Zhou Da has been arrested now. Even if he was acting on their orders, he might not expose them. Are we just letting this go?"
Lianqiao saw clearly—Xia Yan's maternal family was rising in influence, and even the government office would give her some face. The matter of Zhou Da would likely be made a big fuss of but settled lightly.
"If we really let it go, wouldn't that waste all the effort Xia Yan put into her arrangements?" Jiang Ruan took a sip of tea. "How could I disappoint her?"
The Lantern Festival in the fourteenth year of Dajin was livelier than ever before. Overnight, Jiang Ruan's name spread throughout the capital. The people buzzed about the Jiang family's eldest daughter, who had just returned to the manor—her peerless beauty, unparalleled talents, impeccable manners, noble grace, no less impressive than the Jiang family's second daughter of the past.
When Jiang Susu woke the next morning, she saw an exquisite white rabbit lantern placed on the carved cabinet by her bed. She froze, then suddenly erupted in fury, shrieking, "Someone! Dragonfly! Butterfly!"
Butterfly rushed in. "Young lady, what's wrong?"
Jiang Susu pointed at the white rabbit lantern. "Who put this here?"Butterfly was also startled when she saw the festive lantern: "It wasn't there this morning. How did it suddenly appear?"
A third-class maid standing behind Butterfly timidly stepped forward and said, "It was Sister Zisu from the Eldest Young Miss who sent it over. This servant thought the lantern looked adorable, so I placed it here."
"Who gave you permission to make decisions on your own?" Jiang Susu sneered. "Drag her out."
Two strong matrons immediately entered from outside and seized the maid to drag her away. The maid pleaded in terror, "Second Young Miss, this servant was wrong! Second Young Miss, spare me! I'll never dare again!"
Her voice gradually faded into the distance. Butterfly carefully handed a cup of tea to Jiang Susu: "Young Miss, drink some ginger tea to warm yourself."
Jiang Susu flung Butterfly's hand away, grabbed the white rabbit festive lantern by the bedside, and viciously tore it to shreds. She vented her anger by stomping on the remnants until the lantern was completely unrecognizable.
"That bitch Jiang Ruan is clearly doing this on purpose to provoke me. Does she really think getting this lantern makes her special? She's nothing but trash!" Jiang Susu sat down on the couch. "One day, she'll end up just like this lantern—completely at my mercy."
Butterfly didn't dare even breathe loudly. Jiang Susu looked like a demon at this moment, with none of her usual gentle and innocent demeanor.
Just then, Dragonfly rushed in frantically from outside, panicking as she said, "Young Miss, something terrible has happened!"
Already in a foul mood, Jiang Susu snapped impatiently, "What's all this fuss about? What now?"
"This servant heard that rumors have spread all over the capital since early this morning. They say Zhou Da was hired by Madam to deliberately slander the Eldest Young Miss's reputation, but by sheer coincidence, it ended up harming Second Young Miss instead."
"What?" Jiang Susu shot to her feet, disregarding all else as she pressed, "Where did these rumors come from? Did Zhou Da confess? That's impossible!"
"This servant isn't sure either," Dragonfly said hurriedly. "The whole city is talking about it now, and they're making it sound like the truth."
Jiang Susu's face turned pale. "Mother clearly said there wouldn't be any problems. Who could have spread this? No, I must go see Mother." She threw on her outer robe. "Hurry, Mother will definitely think of a solution for me."
...
In stark contrast to the chaos in Meiqing Courtyard, the Ruan Residence was peaceful and serene.
Luzhu arranged the pearl and jade dumplings on the table, then took out a small plate of rose pastries from a basket. "The pastries were a reward from Old Madam Jiang. She said you did well last night and had Sister Cai Que deliver them."
Jiang Ruan smiled faintly. Old Madam Jiang hadn't mentioned Jiang Susu's matter at all—her attitude was indeed thought-provoking. It seemed Xia Yan hadn't managed to gain any favor with the old madam either.
As she watched Jiang Ruan taste the pastries, Luzhu said, "Young Miss, the rumors outside have gone wild today. They say someone tried to frame the Eldest Young Miss but ended up harming the Second Young Miss instead." She paused, glancing at Jiang Ruan's expression. "I imagine Meiqing Courtyard is in complete disarray right now. What you did is truly satisfying."
Lianqiao, who was doing embroidery nearby, couldn't help but interject, "Satisfying as it may be, Luzhu, you'd better make sure everything was handled flawlessly. Don't cause any trouble for the Young Miss.""Sister, rest assured," Luzhu said proudly, "I hired thirty children from the market and beggars from the East City Gate, paying them in copper coins. No one can trace the source."
Jiang Ruan took a sip of sweet soup and said, "You've done well. Did you say anything else besides those words?"
"How could I forget your instructions, miss?" Luzhu hesitated slightly. "But is it really appropriate to say such things? That person's status..."
"Anyone who helps Jiang Susu is my enemy," Jiang Ruan smiled. "They must pay a price. This is just a small return gift. After all, he has displeased me."
...
The rumors in the capital weren't confined to just the Jiang residence. At the Brocade Hero King Manor, the elderly Butler Lin was so distressed his beard twitched: "What should we do? These rumors are getting more and more outrageous! Who started such nonsense? If I find out, I'll make sure they regret it!"
Standing opposite him was Ye Feng, who moved his lips but ultimately remained silent.
Overnight, alongside the rumors about Xia Yan trying to frame Jiang Ruan, another rumor spread through the capital: that Jinying Wang Xiao Shao was deeply in love with Jiang Susu, which was why he had lied to help her out of trouble the previous night.
The rumor was vividly detailed, even describing how Jiang Susu and Xiao Shao had fallen for each other. Butler Lin was frantic with worry. He had watched his young master grow up and knew his character well—Xiao Shao had never mentioned Jiang Susu before. If not for these rumors, Butler Lin wouldn't even have known who Jiang Susu was.
"Who dares tarnish the prince's reputation? Jiang Susu, of all people? Deeply in love? What nonsense!" Butler Lin's temper had always been fiery, and despite his age, he remained straightforward like a child. Ye Feng was used to it and simply looked up at the sky, pretending not to hear. Just then, Xiao Shao's voice came from inside: "Ye Feng."
Ye Feng immediately straightened up. "Master." He swiftly entered the room to find Xiao Shao seated at his desk, idly toying with a paperweight. "Have you found out who's behind it?" Xiao Shao asked.
"It's a maid from the Jiang residence. The Brocade-clad Guards are still investigating—perhaps it's the Second Young Lady of the Jiang family?" Ye Feng ventured. In his opinion, given Xiao Shao's distinguished demeanor, Jiang Susu might have spread the rumors herself to secure a marriage alliance with the Brocade Hero King. If the rumors spread widely, Jiang Susu would have no choice but to marry Xiao Shao.
"Not her," Xiao Shao said.
"Then who does the master suspect?" Ye Feng couldn't help but ask, puzzled.
Xiao Shao's mind flashed back to the previous night on the Exquisite Boat—the red-clad young woman's gaze, filled with deep resentment as she looked at him.
His eyes darkened as he coldly ordered, "Investigate the Eldest Young Lady of the Jiang family."
...
While the capital's rumors caused a stir in some places, there were others untouched by the commotion. For instance, Liu Min at the Imperial College remained completely unaware of the previous night's events. These past few days, he had been preparing for the upcoming imperial examinations. The anonymous correspondent still exchanged letters with him daily. He would leave his reply on the table, and though the other party never collected it, a new letter would appear in its place. It was as if the sender didn't need to read his response to know what he would say. Yet, in these few short days of correspondence, Liu Min had discovered that the other person's scholarship was exceptional. Though they disagreed at times, the other always managed to persuade him step by step with well-reasoned arguments that were impossible to refute.Liu Min had no other friends at the Imperial Academy, so he silently regarded this anonymous letter writer as a kindred spirit. Today, as usual, there was another letter on his desk—not discussing scholarly matters this time, but bearing just two words: Good luck.
It was a preemptive wish for his success in the upcoming imperial examinations. Liu Min smiled faintly and tucked the letter away. As he turned to leave his dormitory and stepped into the academy’s study hall, he was met with a flurry of gossip.
"Who would have thought that Elder Brother Jiang’s newly returned sister would be such a stunning beauty? With just one dance last night, she completely overshadowed the Second Miss Jiang."
Liu Min remained silent and took his seat. He naturally understood they were talking about the events on the Exquisite Boat during the Lantern Festival. But coming from a humble background, he had no means to participate, nor did he care to know what had transpired.
"Still, the Eldest Miss Jiang has had a hard life. Sent away to a rural estate as a child, and now, just after returning, she’s already incurred Madam Jiang’s ruthless retaliation. What a pity," another young scholar lamented, shaking his head with exaggerated sympathy.
"Madam Jiang and Second Miss Jiang always seemed so gentle and kind—how could they do such a thing?"
"Faces may deceive, but hearts remain hidden. Didn’t you see how Second Miss Jiang and Jinying Wang were acting last night? They must have already been intimate." The moment these words were spoken, another student across the table retorted, "You sound so bitter. Are you just jealous that you’re not Jinying Wang, unable to win the beauty’s favor?"
The group burst into laughter. Just then, a figure strode in—dressed in a fine brocade jacket, yet his brow was tightly furrowed. It was Jiang Chao. The moment he entered, the chatter died abruptly, though the lingering glances held unmistakable mockery. Jiang Chao understood the implication all too well, and a surge of anger flared within him. It felt as if everyone was laughing at his expense.
Striding forward, he deliberately knocked hard into Liu Min’s desk as he passed. The inkwell toppled over, splashing ink all over Liu Min’s robes.
Jiang Chao whirled around with a glare. A few ink stains had also landed on his own fine garment. Seizing the opportunity to vent his fury, he grabbed Liu Min by the collar before the latter could even speak, yanking him to his feet. "What the hell are you doing?"
Jiang Chao had always presented himself as amiable and refined at the academy. Though he never sought Liu Min’s company, he had never openly provoked him either. Today, however, his humiliation had pushed him too far. Most students at the academy came from noble families, making them untouchable. The only one he could freely bully was Liu Min.
The onlookers remained silent—no one would stand up for Liu Min. Held by the collar, Liu Min was neither as tall nor as strong as Jiang Chao. Yet his gaze remained cold and unyielding, fixed on Jiang Chao without a word.
The lack of fear in Liu Min’s eyes only stoked Jiang Chao’s rage further. He took a deep breath, then suddenly smirked with malice. "You’ve ruined my clothes. What do you plan to do about it?"Liu Min had always carried himself with aloof pride in the Imperial College. Under normal circumstances, encountering such a situation, he would have argued his point relentlessly, preferring death over submission. Jiang Chao's question was a tremendous insult to someone with his intense self-respect. The onlookers were all waiting for a spectacle, but unexpectedly, the usually stubborn youth lowered his head slightly and said, "I apologize."
Everyone froze in place.
At the moment when impulse was about to take over, Liu Min inexplicably recalled the letters from the stranger. In one of them, they had debated whether one should bow to authority in life. Liu Min believed in never yielding, even unto death, but the other argued otherwise. They said that true wisdom lay in maintaining inner integrity while adapting to the world's ways. Like bamboo in a grove—rarely broken because it bends with the wind yet retains its upright form, never being blown away. In contrast, rigid solitary trees and roadside wildflowers are the first to snap. The former doesn't know how to bend; the latter doesn't understand solitary steadfastness.
Adaptation and persistence should always be balanced. Only those who master this balance can achieve what they truly desire.
At this moment, Liu Min suddenly remembered this passage from the letter. The stranger had said that sometimes, bending requires more courage than standing firm.
Looking at the stunned Jiang Chao, he repeated, "I apologize."
Jiang Chao snapped out of his daze, never expecting this proud pauper to yield before him. Yet he felt no satisfaction, because although Liu Min spoke these words, his eyes remained as haughty as ever, seeming to mock Jiang Chao's childishness. This only stoked Jiang Chao's fury. He sneered, "An apology isn't enough! Today, unless you lick my clothes clean, you won't leave through that door!"
The other students murmured among themselves. Though they often bullied Liu Min, they still considered themselves scholars and wouldn't stoop to such vulgar behavior. That the usually gentle and amiable Jiang Chao would act so aggressively today was truly beneath contempt.
Oblivious to the crowd's disapproval, Jiang Chao was fixated on seeing Liu Min humiliated, wanting him to beg for mercy. If he didn't, even if Liu Min left today, troubles would surely follow—especially with his bedridden mother at home.
Liu Min clenched his fists. His delicate features showed a flicker of indignation, but it was quickly suppressed. Lifting the hem of his faded blue robe, he said softly, "If Young Master Jiang insists, then Liu Min has no choice but to comply."
With that, he knelt on one knee and moved to lick the ink-stained corner of Jiang Chao's garment.
The spectators held their breaths. Today's events were utterly bizarre—first, the usually kind Jiang Chao acting so aggressively, and now the proud and upright Liu Min kneeling in submission.
Jiang Chao stood frozen, consumed by inexplicable rage. He had wanted to vent his frustrations through Liu Min, but today the boy seemed like a different person. It was like punching soft cotton—though Liu Min was performing a degrading act, those clear, proud eyes somehow made Jiang Chao feel like he was the one being looked down upon by someone of higher standing.Without a second thought, Jiang Chao kicked out at Liu Min, but just as he raised his foot, something struck his knee, causing him to freeze mid-action.
Mo Cong stepped forward. "To forgive is divine, Brother Jiang. Why fuss over a mere robe? Brother Liu didn’t mean it. Don’t let this ruin your mood before the imperial exams in a few days. How about I compensate you with a new robe? Please, spare Brother Liu."
Liu Min glanced at Mo Cong, genuinely surprised he’d speak up for him. Jiang Chao was equally taken aback—Mo Cong’s status wasn’t something he could trifle with. Though seething with rage, he dared not show it. With a flick of his sleeve and a cold snort, he stormed out of the study hall without a backward glance.
Once Jiang Chao left, Mo Cong asked Liu Min, "Are you alright?"
Liu Min stood up, dusting off his clothes without a care for the ink stains covering him. He thanked Mo Cong briefly before silently returning to his seat and burying himself in his books. His movements were calm and unburdened, as if nothing had happened. Mo Cong watched him, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.
None of the scholars in the Imperial Academy noticed that the entire scene had been witnessed by two figures outside. Registrar Song and Chancellor Chen stood by the door. Registrar Song frowned. "Jiang Chao is utterly shameless! Does he think the Imperial Academy is a place for noble brats to throw their weight around? He’s disgracing scholars!"
"He’s just venting his frustration," Chancellor Chen remarked. They’d heard about yesterday’s incident and understood why Jiang Chao was acting out today.
"That’s no excuse to treat a fellow scholar like this!" Registrar Song huffed. "But Liu Min surprised me today. He actually backed down. In the past, this would’ve blown up into a huge scene."
Had Liu Min reacted as he usually did, chaos would’ve ensued. While Liu Min would’ve been in the right, Lord Jiang was notoriously protective of his children—especially his legitimate heirs. In the end, Liu Min would’ve suffered the consequences.
"His ability to bend is what’s truly formidable," Chancellor Chen mused, his gaze deepening. "We underestimated him before. This young man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. If he enters the court, he’ll go far. Jiang Chao pales in comparison."
Registrar Song had never heard Chancellor Chen praise Liu Min before. Pleased their thoughts aligned, he nodded. "Indeed. Liu Min is sincere and upright—a rare talent."
Chancellor Chen smiled but said no more.
...
Fuming, Jiang Chao stormed back to the Jiang residence and headed straight for Mei Qing Garden. Lin Lang, seeing his dark expression, hurriedly said, "Second Young Master, the madam is speaking with the young lady."
"Move!" Jiang Chao shoved Lin Lang aside and barged in to find Jiang Susu sobbing in Xia Yan’s arms while Xia Yan comforted her.
The sound of Jiang Susu’s cries only fueled Jiang Chao’s irritation. "What’s the use of crying? After what you did, I can’t even hold my head up in the Imperial Academy. Is crying all you’re good for?"
Jiang Susu flinched, hurt. "Why are you yelling at me? Do you think I’m happy? My reputation is ruined, and instead of comforting me, you’re blaming me. What’s wrong with you?""Enough," Xia Yan frowned and looked at Jiang Chao. "Chao'er, what's the matter with you? Su Su is your younger sister. How could you speak to her like that?"
Jiang Chao glanced at Jiang Susu's tear-streaked face, and his anger subsided slightly as he sat down on a nearby stool. "It's not that I want to scold her, but the whole city is buzzing with rumors about last night's incident. I can't hold my head up at the Imperial College, Mother is being called a vicious woman, and little sister has become a laughingstock. It's utterly frustrating."
Xia Yan clenched her teeth. "Zhou Da clearly didn't say such things in prison. Someone must be deliberately spreading these rumors to tarnish our Su Su's reputation. How malicious!"
"Who would do such a thing?" Jiang Chao fumed. "If I find out who it is, I'll skin them alive."
Jiang Susu sneered coldly. "Who else could it be? No one but that vile Jiang Ruan would do this!"
"Jiang Ruan?" Jiang Chao was skeptical. In his eyes, Jiang Ruan was just a young girl without a mother by her side—how could she possibly have such intricate schemes? "How could she have such great capabilities?"
Jiang Susu dug her nails into her palms. "You're simply underestimating her!"
"I also find it strange," Xia Yan frowned. "Clearly, she was the one who fell into the water, yet it somehow became Su Su. That handkerchief was also suspicious. Whether it was her or not, Jiang Ruan can no longer be allowed to stay." She had a vague sense that although Jiang Ruan seemed unremarkable, there was something chilling about her.
"Mother, you must avenge me," Jiang Susu sobbed. "You must ruin her reputation completely."
"Don't worry," Xia Yan smiled, though her eyes held no warmth. "I've already told your father about this, saying your fall into the water was suspicious. These next few days, do your best to please him. I have a thousand ways to destroy that wretch. As for Jinying Wang, take advantage of these days to send him an invitation card, saying you wish to visit his residence to express your gratitude. Use the opportunity to gauge his intentions."
At the mention of Xiao Shao, Jiang Susu's pretty face flushed red, and she lowered her head shyly, falling silent. Jiang Chao pondered for a moment. "If Jinying Wang truly takes a liking to my sister, he might support me in official circles in the future."
"Second Brother, what are you saying?" Jiang Susu was embarrassed. Xia Yan also frowned. "Why must you speak so carelessly? Your sister's reputation isn't something to be tossed around so casually." After a pause, she added, "Right now, you should focus on your studies. If you achieve top honors in the upcoming imperial examination, Su Su's matter will naturally be forgotten, and your father will be pleased. By then, Jiang Ruan will be nothing more than an ant, completely at your mercy."
Hearing this, Jiang Susu immediately chimed in, "Second Brother, you mustn't disappoint us."
Jiang Chao waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry. Everything has already been arranged, and I've prepared thoroughly. I'm certain to secure a high rank." He continued, "Once that happens, I'll rise straight to the top, becoming a noble of the highest standing—those lowly people won't even be fit to polish my shoes!" As he spoke, his tone turned venomous, and his eyes flashed with the memory of Liu Min's haughty gaze.
Xia Yan patted his shoulder. "My son, your mother will pray for your success."
...
When Luzhu relayed the conversation overheard at Meiqing Garden to Jiang Ruan, the latter merely smiled faintly. Seeing her indifferent expression, Luzhu grew anxious. "Miss, the imperial examination is in a few days. If the Second Young Master is so confident and actually achieves a high rank, we'll be in trouble."
"He has neither talent nor virtue—how could he possibly achieve a high rank?" Jiang Ruan set down her brush, looking at the newly completed painting before her. Luzhu leaned in to see a moonlit scene—bright moonlight spilling over the mountains, with faint fireflies glowing in the forest.
"Miss, this is truly beautiful," Luzhu praised. "Shall we have this one framed?"
"No need. Deliver it to the Imperial Academy," Jiang Ruan said.
"A painting?" Luzhu was surprised. "Miss is sending a painting? Not a letter?"
"He will understand," Jiang Ruan replied as she rolled up the scroll.Between moonlight and fireflies, whose glow is brighter, whose radiance reaches farther? Fireflies can only fly a few feet high, illuminating mere inches around them. Yet how high is the moon, whose light bathes mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas? The higher one stands, the broader the reach of their influence. To help more people, one must wield greater power. Only with higher status can one act with true freedom.
This principle was not lost on the astute Liu Min.
Though Luzhu didn’t fully grasp the reason, she carefully stored the scroll away. Jiang Ruan whispered a few more instructions in her ear, and Luzhu’s eyes widened in surprise before she nodded and hurried out.
…
The following days passed uneventfully. On the surface, nothing out of the ordinary occurred—except for the rumors circulating in the capital. It was said the Emperor intended to appoint the Hanlin Academy’s Lord Zhao as chief examiner for the imperial examinations, and Lord Zhao had been openly accepting bribes from candidates. The scandal spread like wildfire through the streets, prompting the Imperial Censors to submit memorials demanding a thorough investigation. Given the gravity of the annual exams, the Son of Heaven flew into a rage upon hearing the reports. He suspended Lord Zhao pending an inquiry and appointed a new examiner in his place.
When news of Lord Zhao’s suspension broke, Jiang Quan reportedly stayed away from the residence for two full days. Upon his return, he erupted in fury. Chaos ensued in Meiqing Courtyard as Jiang Chao vented his anger, punishing several maids for minor mistakes. The entire Jiang household trembled in fear—except for the Ruan Residence, which remained as tranquil as ever.
Amid this turmoil, Jiang Susu sent an invitation card to the Brocade Hero King Manor, intending to express gratitude for Xiao Shao’s assistance during the Lantern Festival. However, Xiao Shao was not at home. Instead, Jiang Susu was berated by an elderly steward of the manor, well past his sixties, and returned in a huff.
Lianqiao and Luzhu eagerly mimicked Jiang Susu’s humiliated fury for Jiang Ruan’s amusement, drawing a rare laugh from her.
Meanwhile, Granny Zhou’s condition had improved significantly under careful care. To avoid startling the servants of the Ruan Residence, she wrapped a cloth band around her eyes and busied herself with simple tasks around the house.
Jiang Ruan had left the maids sent by Xia Yan untouched, but Lianqiao, ever impatient, quickly subdued them into obedience. Though Zisu appeared gentle, she was inherently distant, leaving the maids neglected and unsettled in the Ruan Residence. Only Shuxiang, efficient and composed, proved beyond reproach—even Lianqiao and Zisu found no fault in her.
Ironically, the scandal surrounding Lord Zhao’s bribery overshadowed the gossip about Jiang Susu and Xia Yan, turning misfortune into a blessing.
On the day of the metropolitan examinations, presided over by the Ministry of Rites, Jiang Chao returned home in low spirits. The newly appointed examiners, all stubbornly upright officials, left no room for negotiation.
When the results were announced, to everyone’s shock, Jiang Chao ranked a dismal 458th—not even securing a commendation. Enraged, Jiang Quan locked himself in his study, refusing to see anyone. His earlier efforts to network for Jiang Chao now seemed like a colossal joke. Jiang Susu was bitterly disappointed, and when Xia Yan tried to console Jiang Quan, he lashed out at her for the first time. Lin Lang stood by, not daring to utter a word.Jiang Chao received the news of his failure without a word and immediately left the Jiang residence. For several days, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol at the tavern, never returning home, as if completely defeated.
When Luzhu recounted these events to Jiang Ruan, her tone was full of satisfaction: "Turns out the Second Young Master is all talk and no substance. I heard he’s been drinking nonstop. Today, the master ordered him tied up and brought back to face the family discipline."
Jiang Ruan took a sip of tea. "He’s proud and values his reputation more than his life. Naturally, he can’t accept failure."
"This servant thinks the Second Young Master is no match for you, miss. You’re far cleverer than him," Luzhu said with a pout.
Jiang Ruan lowered her eyes and remained silent. A few days prior, she had instructed Luzhu to spread rumors in the streets about the chief examiner accepting bribes. In her past life, the scandal involving Minister Zhao had only come to light years later. By revealing it early this time, the Emperor would surely replace the examiner. And to be safe, the replacement would undoubtedly be someone of unyielding integrity. Though Jiang Chao’s essays were well-written, they were overly polished—exactly the kind the upright faction despised. Even if he didn’t fail outright, he wouldn’t rank well.
In contrast, Liu Min’s straightforward nature would certainly appeal to the new examiner. And with the Emperor personally presiding over the palace examination, the subtle shifts in Liu Min’s views, influenced by her letters, would surely win the Emperor’s favor.
Liu Min, ah, Liu Min, Jiang Ruan smiled faintly. Don’t disappoint me.
...
Sure enough, three days later, the palace examination results were announced. The Emperor personally named Liu Min as the top scholar (zhuangyuan), Mo Cong as the second-place (bangyan), and Wang Ziling as the third-place (tanhua).
The top three paraded through the streets on horseback, dressed in new official robes and riding tall steeds, their handsome appearances drawing the attention of many young women. The most striking was the top scholar—his refined features, accentuated by the crimson official robe, exuded both warmth and an unyielding dignity. As his white horse passed, bold young ladies tossed Silk Flowers his way.
Yet Liu Min remained puzzled. He couldn’t forget the question the Emperor had posed during the palace examination: "It is said that in ancient times, a sage governed with rites, and the nation flourished. After the sage passed, the nation declined. Thus, governing with rites is the true path. Yet some argue that while rites are noble, they are difficult to enforce among the people. Only through laws can order be maintained, leading to a prosperous and peaceful era. What say you?"
The moment he heard the question, his heart had skipped a beat—it was identical to the first letter from the mysterious correspondent. His mind had been thrown into turmoil. Initially, he had believed in governing solely with rites, but the correspondent had argued for a combination of both, presenting such compelling reasoning that he was convinced. Now, faced with the same question, he steadied himself and spoke as if continuing his discussion with the mysterious figure: "Rites and laws each have their merits. Governing with rites brings lasting peace to the people, while governing with laws brings prosperity and strength to the nation..."
At first, he had been hesitant, but as he spoke, his words grew smoother and more impassioned. All his earlier doubts were cast aside. For the first time, he confidently laid out his ambitions.
When he finished, he bowed slightly to the Son of Heaven. "This humble student’s humble opinion."
Silence lingered for a long moment before the figure on the high seat burst into laughter, clapping his hands. "Excellent! Well said! With such talent in Great Jin, this emperor is greatly pleased!"Dazed and confused after being named the top scholar, Liu Min still couldn't quite believe it. Mo Cong came over to congratulate him: "Brother Liu, your perspective was truly novel, quite different from your usual arguments."
He returned the courtesy politely, but his doubts grew deeper. If not for knowing the Emperor didn't have such inclinations, he might have suspected that mysterious person was the Emperor himself. Yet it couldn't be the Emperor—but then who could have known the exam questions days in advance? And why help him?
Liu Min's emotions were complicated. He had lived his life with integrity, never resorting to such dishonorable means to win anything. But now, faced with this moment, he found himself unwilling to reveal the truth. Exposing everything would implicate his mysterious benefactor, and everything he'd gained would vanish. He remembered the painting that person had sent him—only by standing higher could one's abilities grow greater.
The young top scholar basked in his success, unaware of the shadowed face glaring at him with venom from the crowded streets. Jiang Chao, reeking of alcohol, stared at the lofty scholar. Liu Min stood even higher now, those proud eyes seeming to look down on everyone. Jiang Chao clenched his fists until his palms hurt. Why him?
He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
...
That day, the capital of the Da Jin Dynasty was deserted as everyone rushed to catch a glimpse of the young top scholar's glory. Yet one person slipped into the dormitory of the Imperial Academy.
Liu Min's room remained untouched, preserved exactly as he'd left it. Xiao Shao stood before Liu Min's desk and picked up a letter lying there.
It bore only five words: "Thank you. Who are you?"
Xiao Shao's eyes flickered. Mo Cong had mentioned how Liu Min seemed like a different person these past few days, his arguments during the palace exam diverging sharply from his usual views. A person's long-held beliefs don't change easily. Liu Min's temperament was ill-suited for officialdom—his sudden appointment as top scholar was suspicious.
Take this letter, for instance. Liu Min only had an ailing mother and no close friends at the Imperial Academy. This "Who are you" was intriguing.
Xiao Shao pulled open the desk drawer. Inside were only stacks of books. He extracted one from the very bottom, and a folded letter slipped out.
The writing inside appeared to be an ordinary scholarly debate—the strokes restrained yet not overly polished. At first glance, it bore a striking resemblance to Eighth Prince Ye Li's handwriting.
Yet this couldn't possibly be Ye Li.
Xiao Shao's gaze fell on the final letter, which clearly stated: "It is said the ancient sage governed through rites, and the kingdom flourished. When the sage departed, the kingdom declined. Thus governing through rites is the true path. Yet some argue: rites, though virtuous, cannot restrain the people. Only through laws can order be maintained, bringing about peace and prosperity."
He froze momentarily before a sharp glint flashed through his dark eyes.
This was the palace exam question—and judging by its appearance, someone had sent it to Liu Min before the examination. Who could this person be? Likely someone close to the Emperor. Could there be a traitor in the palace?
But Liu Min was merely a common scholar—what benefit was there in helping him? Perhaps this was connected to Minister Zhao's recent bribery scandal. Xiao Shao tucked the letters into his robe and called, "Jin Yi, Jin Er."
"Master." Two figures in black instantly appeared in the room."Dispatch a squad of Brocade-clad Guards to guard the Imperial Academy and follow the messenger," Xiao Shao instructed. "You two keep watch on Liu Min."
"Yes, sir."
Xiao Shao nodded, his profile turning slightly as he caught sight of a painting hanging above Liu Min's desk—moonlight illuminating mountains and rivers, with fireflies flickering among the trees.
After a brief glance, he turned and left the dormitory.
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The charm of the top scholar had captivated many unmarried young ladies of the Da Jin Dynasty. That evening, Jiang Ruan wasn't reading. Lianqiao and Zisu exchanged glances before Lianqiao spoke up: "Today, many servants in the mansion were saying how handsome the top scholar is, so elegant and refined—truly a man of exceptional talent."
Zisu shot Lianqiao a glare. "What nonsense are you spouting in front of our lady? Aren't you ashamed? Are you yearning for spring?"
"You little wretch, I'll tear your mouth shut!" Lianqiao's face flushed as she laughed and scolded. "I'm just happy—the more triumphant the top scholar is, the more miserable that side becomes. Thinking about it makes me laugh uncontrollably."
"Such words shouldn't be spoken carelessly," Zisu glanced toward the door. "Don't forget there are others outside—walls have ears." She was referring to Shuxiang and the others.
Jiang Ruan smiled faintly. "Second Brother must be suffering now. I imagine he'll go drinking at a tavern. The new tavern that opened east of the city yesterday happens to be next to the capital's largest brothel, Hundred Flowers House. Today is also the day Peony Girl receives guests. Having failed in the exams, Second Brother will likely seek triumph in romance. But Peony Girl doesn't come cheap—Second Brother may be wealthy, but I wonder if the Jiang family has enough silver to foot the bill for his beauty."
Lianqiao and Zisu exchanged another glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. Jiang Ruan, a proper young lady, spoke of brothel matters with such frankness that it felt oddly unsettling.
Just then, Luzhu pushed the door open. Seeing Jiang Ruan's gaze, she approached and half-knelt beside her, whispering, "Miss, it's done. I had Da Niu follow Second Young Master to the tavern and deliberately mentioned how Peony Girl adores talented scholars. There shouldn't be any mistakes."
Jiang Ruan smiled slightly. The Hundred Flowers House in the capital was a money pit where many wealthy young men squandered their fortunes. Peony Girl was its star courtesan—selling her art, not her body, renowned for both beauty and talent. Today was her reception day, and countless men hoped to become her favored guest.
Peony Girl had a particular fondness for talented scholars. If one caught her eye with exceptional skill, they would enjoy no small fortune in romance. Jiang Chao, having failed the exams and seen the top scholar's triumph today, was likely seething with frustration. Becoming Peony Girl's favored guest might be the only thing to soothe his wounded pride.
(End of Chapter)
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