Dressed as a concubine instead of a concubine

The prime minister's words directly labeled Nan Rongzhi as incompetent and tyrannical.

The emperor's face darkened again. "Prime Minister, this is really too much. The prince has always been sensible in what he does."

"You have no sense to ignore the people of the world for a woman. Your Majesty, you are the ruler of all people. You must not be partial to the prince and chill the hearts of the people of the world."

The prime minister shouted at the top of his lungs, full of righteousness, as if Nan Rongzhi had really done something extremely treasonous.

"Your Majesty, please make the decision for the people of the world."

With the prime minister taking the lead, other officials also immediately made the request.

The emperor looked at them coldly and was silent for a moment before speaking.

"You just keep blaming the prince, but you haven't heard why he did this?"

Why? The ministers looked at each other. Isn't this an obvious thing?

Lust makes one lose one's mind, all for a woman.

Knowing that the Emperor was trying to find an excuse for the Crown Prince, the Prime Minister curled the corners of his lips. He wanted to see if the Crown Prince could come up with one.

"Your Highness does need to explain. I hope you have a compelling reason."

"Prince, please speak."

The emperor threw the question back to Nan Rongzhi.

Nan Rongzhi raised her eyes and looked at the officials present, all of whom were from aristocratic families headed by the prime minister.

"Father, I have no compelling reason. It's just because of Meng Xiyue. She is more important than the five cities."

Hearing this, Nan Rongxin almost laughed out loud. His younger brother was really stupid yet adorable.

"It seems that the prince really loves Princess Yong'an deeply. I'm afraid that in the eyes of the prince, the entire Nanrong Kingdom cannot compare to this woman, right?"

"Brother, please don't misinterpret my meaning. I only said that she is more important than the five cities, not that she is comparable to the Nanrong Kingdom."

"Oh? Then tell me, Prince, what ability does this woman have that is more important than five cities."

There was a bit of disdain in the eldest prince's eyes. If the yellow-headed waiter had not been the legitimate son, it would have been his turn to sit on the throne of the crown prince.

"Our Nanrong country is a country of etiquette. The most important thing is to govern the country with culture. The Prime Minister once said that great scholars in the world are not divided by national boundaries and should be respected by everyone. Is that right or not?"

"Of course." As the prime minister, the leader of the literati, naturally agreed with this statement. The status of literati should be the highest.

"Then, Prime Minister, which talented people in the world do you think are more important than cities?"

"We have great Confucian scholars in Nanrong country, Master Zhuang Xuan and Master Cai Zhen. As for Yuanqing country, they are lacking in literature and have no great Confucian scholars comparable to our country. The only one who is more important than the city is the mysterious Master Mo Ran."

There are not many articles left by Master Mo Ran, but his calligraphy and painting styles are unique and cannot be compared with ordinary people.

The prime minister got one by chance, and it is still hanging in his study.

"Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to say that this woman is Master Mo Ran's disciple?"

"Mr. Prime Minister, I am not Master Mo Ran's disciple, I am Mo Ran."

Meng Xiyue raised her head, and her delicate facial features came into view.

Even though the eldest prince was used to seeing beautiful women, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This woman was different from others.

She looked frail, but had a pair of fearless watery eyes. When she opened her red lips, a scent seemed to blow towards her face.

Her beauty alone is worth a man exchanging a city for.

However, lust blinded one's mind.

Looking at her tender face of only fifteen or sixteen years old, the Prime Minister laughed out loud.

"Are you Master Mo Ran? Are you crazy, or do you think we are stupid? Master Mo Ran's calligraphy and paintings spread all over the world five years ago. How old were you at that time?"

“I was ten years old when I drew my first picture.”

Meng Xiyue said neither humbly nor arrogantly that before coming to Beijing, she and Nan Rongzhi had agreed to reveal their identities.

After all, if one wants to gain a foothold in the Nanrong Kingdom where literature is respected, the identity of Master Mo Ran is the best protective color.

"A ten-year-old girl, a daughter of a minor official who is not valued, do you think it is possible for her to create calligraphy and paintings that are famous all over the world?"

The prime minister frowned, with anger in his eyes. He felt that Meng Xiyue was too ignorant of his own limitations to even dare to impersonate Master Mo Ran.

"Mr. Prime Minister, just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't. Sometimes talent is more important than hard work."

Meng Xiyue raised her head proudly. She had an extraordinary talent in painting.

This may be the only thing her modern mother left her.

"Whether it is true or not, you only need to draw a picture. Is Princess Yong'an willing to paint on the spot?"

The eldest prince smiled gently, but the mockery in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Although this prince does not believe you, I am willing to believe the crown prince. After all, the crown prince is not a fool, otherwise he would not be worthy of being the crown prince."

This eldest prince's every word is a trap.

If Meng Xiyue cannot prove that he is Master Mo Ran today, then Nan Rongzhi will be completely accused of being incompetent, and his position as crown prince will be in danger.

The emperor glanced at Nan Rongzhi, and when he saw her nod, he gave the order.

"Prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Meng Xiyue stood in front of the desk, thinking about what kind of painting would be better.

But in the eyes of others, her thinking was just deliberately delaying time.

"Princess Yong'an, is it so difficult for a master of ink painting to draw a picture?"

The eldest prince sneered. For the first time, he felt that his opponent was so stupid that he jumped into the fire pit without him having to do anything.

"Painting is not difficult, but I want to present this painting to His Majesty, so I have to be cautious."

"Princess, don't be nervous. I have admired Master Mo Ran for a long time, but I haven't been able to get a painting yet. As long as it is painted by Master Mo Ran, I like it."

The emperor is also biased. The person who most wants to prove his identity here is probably the emperor.

Meng Xiyue looked up at the emperor. Emperor Nanrong was older than Emperor Yuanqing, and he looked a little old.

But those sharp eyes were so majestic that people dared not look directly at them.

This is probably the dignity of an emperor.

Meng Xiyue thought for a moment and then began to write.

Watch her smooth movements and the portrait gradually taking shape on the paper.

Anyone who has seen Master Mo Ran’s paintings knows that this is Master Mo Ran’s handwriting.

Several people looked at the prime minister in shock. After all, there was only one painting by Master Mo Ran in Nanrong Kingdom, and it was in the prime minister's hands.

The prime minister really wanted to say that this person was a fake, but as someone who claimed to be a scholar, how could he dare to lie with his eyes open?

He only said, "It is exactly the same as Master Mo Ran's handwriting."

As he finished speaking, Meng Xiyue's painting was completed.

When she signed her name, it completely proved that the painting was the authentic work of Master Mo Ran.

The eunuch hurried forward, picked up the painting and displayed it in front of everyone.