My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

In the fourth year of the Wu Kingdom, on the day when the results of the imperial examination were announced in May, Chang'an Street was bustling with people. Fu Shiyan won the first place, the champion, and the youngest tribute scholar on Chang'an Street.

The entrance to the Fu Mansion was even busier, with neighbors coming to congratulate him. When Fu Shiyan received his good news, his attitude was no different from usual.

On the other hand, the eldest sons Fu Shichen and Shi Nuan always had smiles on their faces, and gave out bag after bag of heavy wedding money.

A Nian carried a basket of fruits and distributed them with Zhang Bo to the people who came to congratulate.

An official passing by the Fu residence lifted the curtain of his carriage and came down to congratulate him, "As expected of the son of the Right Prime Minister, he is even better than his father."

The Fu family will rise again in the capital...

Fu Shiyan looked at the envy, jealousy and hatred expressed by those officials, without a single ripple in his heart.

The hustle and bustle of the Fu Mansion gradually died down at nightfall, and Fu Shiyan ordered A Nian to take advantage of the opportunity to close the gate.

Shi Nuan looked at her eldest brother with a headache, "Today, only the neighbors and officials passing by came to congratulate us. I'm afraid that more people will come tomorrow."

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "Such a good thing, why worry about it? I wonder how happy the master and the mistress would be if they were still alive." After saying that, he realized something and quickly shut up.

Fu Shichen said gently to Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, most of those who came to congratulate you want A-Yan to be an official in the future and want to be protected. Our family is not short of money, and accepting this money will only lead to gossip in the future."

Now there are only three brothers and sisters left in the mansion. There is no side branch, so there is no need to worry about offending anyone. Fu Shiyan has not yet entered the official career, so it is better to be clean.

The eldest brother continued, "So tomorrow we will go in and out through the back door and close the gate to the mansion."

Uncle Zhang wanted to say something, but when he saw that the eldest master had made up his mind, he swallowed it back.

Gongshi have meritorious service, especially in the new dynasty of Wu State. If there is a vacancy, Gongshi have the power to select the best candidate. In such a short examination, Fu Shiyan has always been among the top, which makes people feel that the children of the Fu family have a bright future.

Huaying was reading at home when her second brother Shen Nanxing hurried over.

"Little sister, do you know? Fu Jia Erlang got the first place in this examination! He is very popular in the capital again this time! You may not know that among the candidates there are old men who have passed the imperial examination many times, and uncles in their thirties and forties. Who would have thought that the first place would be won by Fu Jia Erlang, the youngest among the candidates! Even my father praised him!"

Shen Nanxing sat down in front of Huaying and talked incessantly.

Huaying couldn't help but chuckle at her second brother's happy look. "I remember that you didn't like him before."

Seeing this, Shen Nanxing rolled her eyes at her and said, "Brother is happy for you, okay? When you two knelt in front of father that day, I was so worried about you. I was afraid that you would have a hard life with him in the future. You made the right bet, little sister. This guy is really talented."

Huaying gently put down the book in her hand, "I don't know how the marriage will go. I heard from my father that the marriage needs to be consulted with the emperor. Why does my elder brother's marriage not need the emperor's consent, but my marriage needs the royal family's consent?"

After hearing this, Shen Nanxing's eyes flickered, as if he remembered something.

After a while, he slowly looked at Huaying, "I heard in the martial arts arena some time ago that the Prince of Yan will return to Yan next month. The King of Yan wrote a letter to the Emperor Wu to propose a marriage. Now only the eldest princess is close to the Prince of Yan in age, and there are really no other suitable candidates. Could it be that... they want you to marry the Prince of Yan? After all, the Prince of Yan has always had a good impression of you."

Huaying's heart tightened. She didn't know that Prince Yan still had such feelings for her. She had always treated him as a friend.