The most romantic little emperor

Night falls.

Zuo Wenxuan dragged his tired body to Dean Xu's quiet and quaint residence.

He was summoned by the current emperor today, and with his great grace, he was promoted from a mere scholar to the left vice-minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and he suddenly shouldered the heavy responsibility of the country's finances.

In order to repay Qin Hao's kindness, he took office immediately and devoted himself to the work of rectifying the Ministry of Households. While mobilizing troops and digging deep into the Ministry's old accounts, he also wrote with his brush. The blueprint for the reform of the Ministry of Households was outlined in his mind and appeared on paper.

The hard work during the day and the fatigue came like a tide, but they failed to drown the excitement and passion in his heart.

It was a flame ignited by trust, a sign that ideals were about to become reality, making his eyes sparkle with a strange brilliance.

When I stepped into the courtyard, I saw my former teacher sitting leisurely in the pavilion, holding an ancient book in his hand, as if isolated from the world.

Zuo Wenxuan bowed respectfully, then picked up the pot of tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp. The clear tea instantly dispelled his fatigue.

Seeing this, Xu Changshan frowned slightly, his eyes were gentle yet sharp. He instantly understood the reason and felt both relieved and distressed.

The corners of his mouth curved into a gentle arc, and he smiled softly, "Wenxuan, wait a moment, I'll go get you some midnight snacks."

After saying this, without waiting for Zuo Wenxuan to respond, he turned lightly and walked into the night, leaving behind a faint silhouette.

A moment later, a clear sound like a silver bell broke the tranquility of the night.

"Senior Brother Zuo, have you come here specially to see my grandfather?" Xu Jingshu approached quietly, the moonlight shining on her gentle face, revealing her elegance and refinement. She spoke softly, like a spring breeze caressing your face.

Zuo Wenxuan suddenly pulled himself out of the abyss of thoughts. The woman who was walking towards him was like a bright light in the night, causing ripples in his heart.

He quickly put away his thoughts, smiled as warmly as before, and asked with concern: "Junior Sister Jingshu, it's late at night and the dew is heavy. Why haven't you gone to bed yet? What are you doing here?"

Xu Jingshu raised her eyes slightly, gave Zuo Wenxuan a playful look, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said jokingly: "Brother, you are in a good mood. It's so late, but you don't go to Zhou Gong to interpret dreams, but come to my house to ask me questions."

Then, she restrained her expression, turned serious in tone, and asked with curiosity flashing in her eyes, "Senior Brother Zuo, I have always wondered, who is Qin Zitian?"

"His poetry and song skills are even better than yours, the most talented scholar in the capital. He must be no ordinary person!"

Zuo Wenxuan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he hesitated to speak, with mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't want to hide anything from his junior sister, but he was also afraid that she would be hurt by the truth.

After struggling for a while, he could only smile bitterly and stammered, "This... this matter is a long story. Master Qin's talent is unprecedented and will never be surpassed. It cannot be fully described in a few words. You will know it later.

Seeing this, Xu Jingshu's curiosity grew stronger, and her eyes flashed with a glimmer of inquiry. She couldn't help but ask, "Master Qin? So, you are already Master Qin's disciple."

"Hmph, you are such a secretive brother Zuo. Since you have known Qin Zitian for a long time, why did you keep it a secret from me? I was so nice to you before. It's really infuriating."

Zuo Wenxuan felt extremely upset when he heard this. He really couldn't bear to deceive his junior sister.

After a moment's silence, he looked at Xu Jingshu with deep eyes and asked slowly, "Junior sister, do you really like Qin Zitian?"

"Of course."

Xu Jingshu blurted out, without thinking, and answered: "Mr. Qin is elegant and talented, and can write poems and songs at will. I wonder if there is any woman in this world who would not be moved by him? I, Xu Jingshu, naturally fall in love with him."

Zuo Wenxuan got the answer he wanted, nodded slightly, and said in a steady and gentle tone: "Junior sister, Master Qin is of noble status, he is not an ordinary person. The reason why I concealed something from you is that I was afraid that you would know the truth and be sad, so I chose not to tell you."

"Your status?"

Xu Jingshu's eyebrows rippled slightly when she heard this, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, like a flower just blooming in spring, bright but not enchanting. "Senior Brother Zuo, identity is just a label. It is difficult to define a person completely."

"Besides, I admire him as a person, not his status. Although I am not a stunning beauty, I am not bad looking. I come from a family of scholars and am proficient in poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am not an ordinary person!"

Zuo Wenxuan's heart was slightly moved, and his approval was beyond words. He responded softly: "Junior sister, what you said makes sense, but I am too rigid."

"Well, when the answer is revealed, I hope you won't make a fuss and treat it calmly. Don't cry or be sad. Otherwise, I'd rather not tell you."

Xu Jingshu nodded desperately, gently patted her not-so-plump chest, and assured in a firm tone: "Brother, don't worry, I won't let the outside world's glitz and glamour disturb my character."

Zuo Wenxuan looked solemn as he slowly revealed this shocking secret: "Jingshu, listen carefully. That Mr. Qin is actually the current emperor."

"what?"

When Xu Jingshu heard this, it was as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. Her face suddenly changed and was filled with disbelief.

She was somewhat distraught, muttering to herself: "This... How is this possible? He, how could he be the high and mighty Son of Heaven? I don't believe it, this is not true, it's not..."

As she spoke, her whole body was shaking, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds and struck the lake of her heart, causing ripples that took a long time to calm down.

Zuo Wenxuan felt uncomfortable looking at her distraught appearance. An indescribable sadness quietly spread, as if even the air around him was tinged with heaviness.

He spoke softly, trying to soothe her anxiety and sadness, "Junior Sister, calm down first..."

However, Xu Jingshu's tears burst out like pearls from a broken string. She suddenly interrupted Zuo Wenxuan's words and burst into tears: "Senior Brother Zuo, you lied to me, didn't you? How could Young Master Qin be the emperor? You must have made a mistake..."

Her voice was intertwined with incredible tremors and deep despair, like the loneliest wind chime in the night, swaying gently but unable to conceal the raging waves hidden underneath.

For many years, her heart was as calm as still water, and she had never been moved by any man. Even Senior Brother Zuo, who was famous in the capital and full of talent, could not touch the most tender corner of her heart.