My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

On the night of May 8th, the sixth year of the Wenzhi reign.

The lights in the rooms of the prince and princess in the Zhenxi Palace were kept on all night.

The next day, King Zhenxi Dongfangba once again summoned the city guard Ge Gang to the palace and ordered him to investigate Bai Shaoqiu's life again, especially his situation in the academy in recent days.

In the Chunman Cottage on the eastern outskirts of Xiling City, the lights in Dongfang Changying's small house were on all night.

She sat on the threshold of the cottage, smelling the fragrance of pear blossoms and gazing at the stars in the night sky all night.

The South Tower of the Princess's Mansion.

Bai Shaoqiu also bent over his desk and wrote The Story of the Stone furiously until midnight before turning off the lights and going to sleep.

But I can’t sleep!

Although it was a bit thrilling at the drill ground yesterday evening, there was no danger.

Now the relationship with the palace has been eased, and a verbal agreement has been reached with the prince and princess, which has resolved a major issue that has been on my mind.

He still has to bear the identity of a son-in-law, but the palace cannot interfere with what he does as long as it does not violate the reputation and interests of the palace.

This brings relative freedom.

Of course, the prince also asked about the gambling game.

Bai Shaoqiu naturally denied it flatly, and even showed an extremely surprised expression, saying that he himself did not know.

As for the cloud-scattered couplet that he had bet with Song Zigui... he attributed it to a chance finding.

I just happened to read an article about ocean tides in the library, and it just happened to connect with the idea of ​​clouds dispersing.

Although the prince and princess were suspicious, they had no choice but to believe it.

His image in the minds of the prince and princess has completely changed -

Maybe I still don’t have much talent, but at least I’m not stupid!

Not timid at all, but very courageous!

His speech was logical and orderly, and his behavior was neither humble nor arrogant, so much so that the princess who originally hated him seemed to have forgotten her hatred, and when she looked at him again... the hostility in her eyes was obviously much less.

Of course, this is far from a sign that the mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more.

This does not affect Bai Shaoqiu's mood.

All of this was part of Bai Shaoqiu's plan.

No one wants to bear the name of a waste for the rest of his life. If he doesn't behave more assertively in front of the prince and princess, he will probably be looked down upon by the servants even if he lives in the princess's mansion in the future.

If you want to live a comfortable life, you can't let others ride on your neck.

Originally, he didn't want to be in the spotlight.

But the identity of the imperial son-in-law is a bit tricky——

In order to get rid of this identity, he must persuade the emperor to revoke the imperial edict!

If you want to convince the emperor, you must first meet him.

If I want to see the emperor... then I must attract the emperor's attention, then take him seriously, and then take the initiative to summon him.

He can only be famous!

The prince said that the emperor loves literature, and every three years in the golden autumn season he would summon several talented people who performed outstandingly in the Xiangshan Literary Society to the Wenyuan Pavilion.

That is the best opportunity to meet the emperor.

Of course, the prince did not expect this son-in-law to have that ability. He thought that since the prince could become the only king of the opposite sex in Xingguo, he should have some connections in the court.

I guess he will also try every means to create an opportunity for himself to meet the emperor.

But Bai Shaoqiu, who has lived two lives, knows very well that he still has to rely on himself for everything.

Then you must win the first prize in the Zhuxi Literary Society and make a big splash, which will qualify you to go to Kyoto to participate in the Xiangshan Literary Society next year.

Thinking like this,

in a daze,

Dawn.

……

……

Perhaps the incident at the martial arts arena yesterday evening had spread throughout the palace, or perhaps the princess had given instructions to the servants in the princess's mansion.

When Bai Shaoqiu woke up this morning, he felt something was different.

Qing'er actually brought toiletries for the first time!

Qing'er's eyes when she looked at him were no longer as cold as before!

There was curiosity in her eyes, but she didn't dare to ask because she was in awe of the prince's son-in-law.

With Qing'er's help, Bai Shaoqiu finished washing up. Bai Shaoqiu did not explain Qing'er's doubts to her. He went to the back garden under Qing'er's surprised gaze.

Start running around the huge lotus pond in the back garden.

I saw the prince’s knife yesterday.

Seeing his brother-in-law's brute strength again, he began to worry about the skills he had been so proud of.

He had witnessed the martial arts master's light skills at Shangling Academy a few days ago, so during the next two days in the library, he deliberately wanted to find books about martial arts.

However, there was nothing inside.

I casually asked the prince about this last night, and he said... practicing martial arts is no different from studying.

Reading needs to be initiated in childhood and then accumulated over time.

Martial arts training also requires laying the foundation from a young age, with training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer.

As for you...you are almost eighteen years old, and you have missed the best years for practicing martial arts.

Bai Shaoqiu felt a little regretful.

It's just a pity.

He was afraid that he could not practice the legendary martial arts from his previous life, but that did not prevent him from making his weak body stronger.

I ran four laps like this... about two kilometers, and then I felt a little tired.

He stopped, returned to the main courtyard, took a set of clean clothes, went to the bathroom to wash, put on a white long gown and walked out.

The sun hasn't risen yet.

The princess's mansion was still quiet.

The fresh air is filled with the scent of flowers and the faint smell of fireworks wafting in the distance.

Bai Shaoqiu walked into a pavilion in the corner of the courtyard and looked around. Only then did he realize that there was no sign of a newlywed couple in the huge Princess's Mansion.

Not to mention hanging up lights and decorations, there wasn't even a single "囍" character pasted on the door.

There wasn't a single red window paper-cut with the character "囍" on it.

That famous Princess Changying...she was the one who was most seriously injured!

I will comfort her well when she comes back from the battle.

As he was thinking this, not long after, two maids brought him breakfast.

Still porridge.

There are still steamed buns,

But there are two more eggs and two more side dishes!

The two maids showed him obvious respect -

After they placed these things, they all bowed to Bai Shaoqiu, and one of them whispered:

"If you want to eat in the dining hall, I will move the food there."

Bai Shaoqiu waved his hand: "I like it here."

Another maid said, "I wonder what my son-in-law would like to eat for lunch? I'll ask the kitchen to buy some and prepare it early."

Bai Shaoqiu suddenly felt that this son-in-law's identity was quite good.

This soft rice is actually quite delicious.

Well, the prince and princess are indeed smart people!

"noon……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qing'er came over.

She also bowed to Bai Shaoqiu and said:

"Sir, the concierge just reported that someone has sent a letter inviting you to Chunman Cottage for a chat."

Bai Shaoqiu was stunned. "Whose post is this?"

"My dear uncle, it belongs to the old scholar from Zhuxi Division!"

"..."

Looking at Bai Shaoqiu's surprised expression, Qing'er said again:

"I think it was the gambling game at Jubao Money House that alarmed Mr. Si, or perhaps the news that my son-in-law beat Young Master Song at Shangling Academy reached Mr. Si's ears..."

"Oh, I'm not familiar with Mr. Si,"

Bai Shaoqiu didn't want to go.

He is still busy writing the second chapter of The Story of the Stone.

But Qing'er's words made him change his mind:

"Well... Mr. Si has many students all over the world, and he also has many old friends and students in Kyoto."

I will have to go to Kyoto sooner or later, so being able to get along well with this great scholar may be helpful for my trip to Kyoto next year.

Besides...when The Story of the Stone is published, doesn't it require a wise scholar to write a preface?

"Isn't he in Zhuxi?"

"He would occasionally stay at Chunman Cottage."

"Where is Chunman Cottage?"

"My dear son-in-law, there's a pear orchard on the eastern outskirts of Xiling City. Old Huang, the driver, knows where it is."