It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

The night in the Zheng Mansion was quiet and deep, and Zheng Chengyan had just woken up from his drunkenness.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master."

The servant called anxiously outside the door.

He sat up groggily, rubbed his painful forehead, staggered to the table, drank a cup of herbal tea in one breath, and then said, "Come in."

The servant quickly pushed the door open and entered, then closed it carefully.

"Second Young Master, King Liang just sent someone to deliver a letter. Please take a look."

The servant quickly handed over the letter in his hand.

Zheng Chengyan had not yet fully recovered consciousness, but as soon as he touched the letter, he immediately woke up and hurriedly opened it.

The letter contained the questions for the imperial examination.

"This...what is this?"

He was shocked.

The servant lowered his voice and answered, "Master, I heard that this is the topic of this year's imperial examination."

Zheng Chengyan was shocked. He slowly closed the letter and looked around.

The servant said with a smile: "Second Young Master, I have asked people to send away all the people nearby."

"Is this really the test paper sent by King Liang?"

Zheng Chengyan looked serious.

The servant nodded firmly: "Yes, it was handed to me personally by a trusted confidant of the King of Liang, who specifically told me not to let anyone know."

"He also said that if the Second Young Master could pass the high school entrance exam, he must be taken good care of."

Zheng Chengyan reviewed the test paper again, spread it out on the table, and studied it carefully. After a long time, he nodded slowly: "Indeed, the style of this question is quite similar to Prime Minister Wu's writing style."

Zheng Chengyan knew very well that King Liang would not deceive him, and the authenticity of this matter was beyond doubt.

But what he didn't know was that the real mastermind behind the scenes was not King Liang, but Su Wanyu.

On the way back from Pei Mansion, she relied on her extraordinary wisdom to imitate the handwriting of King Liang, reenacted the layout of history, and sent a secret envoy to impersonate King Liang and present the test questions to Zheng Chengyan.

Although the test questions in his hands are absolutely true, on the day of the imperial examination, Emperor Xuan will definitely draft new test questions and personally supervise the examination, and will not allow any external interference.

This silent contest is full of mysteries.

Zheng Chengyan's fingers stroked the ink on the test paper back and forth, his heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn't help but say: "God is helping me, and God's will is indeed true!"

His hearty laughter dispelled the gloom of the past few days, and the servant beside him also became happy and excited.

His slender fingers gently slid across the ink engraved on the test paper. The touch of his fingertips seemed to be a silent salute to wisdom. The corners of his mouth outlined an imperceptible arc of confidence: "Go quickly, call Fang Rongze over!"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze a little, because Fang Rongze was just a relative that Liu'er had made up. In fact, he was a chess piece carefully planned by Zheng Chengyan, a substitute candidate who was pre-selected for the imperial examination.

Upon hearing the order, the servant straightened his back and responded quickly and respectfully: "Yes, Second Young Master."

The words were brief, but they revealed an unquestionable execution ability, which showed Zheng Chengyan's daily majesty.

As the imperial examination approaches, Zheng Chengyan has already secretly hidden Fang Rongze deep in his mansion, waiting for this critical moment to come, just like a hunter lurking in the bushes, waiting for the best moment to hunt.

But a moment later, a young man dressed in servant's clothes, with a scholarly look on his face, stood in front of Zheng Chengyan, bowed his head slightly, and called respectfully, "Second Young Master."

Zheng Chengyan turned around, looking at his cousin sharply, and said with a firm tone that would not tolerate rejection: "I have a test paper in my hand, and I hope you can write it for me. The deadline is three days, and you must complete the article."

This is not only an order, but also a trust and challenge to Fang Rongze's ability.

Fang Rongze lowered his head, his voice weak and submissive, as if he was overwhelmed by the heavy weight of the commission: "I will follow your instructions, Second Young Master."

After saying this, he took the heavy test paper, but his hands could not help but tremble slightly, and he could hardly grasp the weight of this fate.

Sensing Fang Rongze's uneasiness, Zheng Chengyan increased the strength in his hand and tightly grasped the test paper, as if to pass on his strength to him: "Remember, this matter must not be leaked at all, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. Not only me, but you will also be unavoidable."

These words were like an invisible lock that bound Fang Rongze tightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Rongze's hands shook like leaves in the wind and the test paper almost slipped.

Seeing this, Zheng Chengyan held the test paper steady with his backhand, and whispered to comfort him: "Don't panic, as long as you keep your mouth shut, we will share the glory and wealth in the future."

Fang Rongze seemed to feel the power of this promise. His knees softened and he fell to the ground with a bang. He buried his forehead between his hands and said with determination: "I am willing to serve the Second Young Master."

Zheng Chengyan's lips curled up into a satisfied smile, as if he had seen himself gaining fame and success, and he gently patted Fang Rongze's shoulder: "Get up, and go back quickly to conceive your masterpiece.

With your talent, it is no problem for you to write a masterpiece that will astound the world."

After that, he patted Fang Rongze's face gently, both encouraging and urging him: "Go."

Fang Rongze carefully put away the test papers, stood up, taking every step with extreme caution, turned around and slowly left.

The moment Fang Rongze left, Zheng Chengyan glanced sideways and exchanged a subtle look with the servant.

The servant understood what he meant and immediately arranged for two followers to follow Fang Rongze secretly.

Zheng Chengyan was well aware of the fragility of human nature and would not allow the slightest possibility of betrayal. From then on, every move of Fang Rongze, whether eating, resting or going to the toilet, was under surveillance, with no possibility of escape or leakage of secrets.

However, this carefully planned game was actually already calculated by Su Wanyu, and Fang Rongze also had his own plans.

"Leave a topic for writing, follow Zheng Chengyan's words."

These eight words are the guiding principle for his actions and the only way to survive in this game of chess.

As the days passed, he only had to follow Zheng Chengyan's instructions, calm his mind, and concentrate on writing articles.

Zheng Chengyan paced back and forth in the room, with an uncontrollable smile on his face. It seemed that he had temporarily forgotten Gu Linjun's provocation in the past. Until late at night, the shadow in his dream began to entangle his heart.

In his dream, he knelt in the dust, kowtowed humbly, and when he looked up, the scene of Gu Linjun and Su Wanyu hugging each other hurt his eyes. The affection and disdain in their eyes were like an invisible knife, cutting him to pieces.

When he woke up from the dream, Zheng Chengyan was covered in cold sweat. He sat up suddenly and breathed rapidly.

Outside the door, the maid Le Yao tiptoed into the room and asked worriedly, "Second Young Master, why is this happening?"

Le Yao was his personal maid, always by his side, and would stay by his side at night to prevent any accidents.

Zheng Chengyan's eyes were stern, like a hawk in the night sky, he looked at Le Yao sharply and coldly.

Le Yao felt an inexplicable fear and stepped back repeatedly, stammering, "Second... Second Young Master, what happened?"

Her voice was weak and soft, but it could not hide her inner panic.

Zheng Chengyan did not answer, but suddenly grabbed Le Yao's wrist with such great force that he pulled her to the bed.