Playing bad and eating melons: The whole court is laughing? No, no

Jiang Yueyang's scream scared everyone, even Emperor Yuan on the dragon throne was frightened.

At this moment, Minister Jiang wished he could put her back into her mother's womb and recreate her!

His wife is obviously a gentle and virtuous person, and he is not a violent person. How come his daughter has such a character?

She has the appearance of a girl, but she doesn't look like a girl at all.

Jiang Yueyang came to her senses after shouting, and at the same time realized how socially disastrous her behavior just now was.

She pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly, "No... I'm sorry."

Everyone recovered from their minor shock. Emperor Yuan coughed twice and said, "Right Prime Minister, I want to ask you, facing a sudden natural disaster, how can we better minimize the losses of the people and avoid casualties?"

Jiang Yueyang didn't realize that Emperor Yuan was talking to her until Lord Wang behind her poked her on the back, and then she realized that he was asking her.

Jiang Yueyang, who had no intention of passing the probation period, said without a second thought, "Your Majesty, I don't know."

The Right Prime Minister snorted, as if to say, "I knew it all." "I thought Miss Jiang was so knowledgeable, but it turns out she's just this good. If you can't even answer such a simple question, how can you stand with us in this court without fear of being ridiculed by the world?"

Jiang Yueyang turned her head to look at the right prime minister who was speaking, pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

Yes, you are right. I am not worthy of standing in this court. Let me go home quickly.

The person appointed by Emperor Yuan said, "Your Excellency, the Right Prime Minister's actions are rather unreasonably difficult. How to deal with natural disasters has been a difficult question since ancient times, and no one present has been able to offer a perfect answer."

"Then you can at least come up with one or two countermeasures, right?" The Right Prime Minister said, "If Miss Jiang were to enter the court, wouldn't she be incompetent?"

"I second the proposal."

Many people came forward to express their support for the right prime minister, saying that this was unfair to them.

"Everyone has their strengths. It's rather arbitrary for the Right Prime Minister to conclude that Miss Jiang knows nothing based on just one question. You all know that at the Princess's flower viewing banquet, Miss Jiang composed an astonishing peony poem that even the Grand Tutor's granddaughter was ashamed of."

The ministers in the court all knew about the knowledge of the granddaughter of the Grand Tutor. She was truly a top female scholar.

When it came to this, many adults whispered to each other.

The person appointed by Emperor Yuan continued, "Just like the people in the Imperial Hospital, they don't understand the affairs of state. Doesn't that mean they are unfit to be officials?"

"The imperial physician knows medical skills, what can she do?"

"Miss Jiang is very accomplished in poetry, and Your Majesty has only asked her to be responsible for the maintenance of the books in the library. I believe that Miss Jiang is capable of taking charge of this matter."

Jiang Yueyang frowned and looked at the adult who had been speaking for her. Who was this person?

Could you please stop talking?

She doesn't want to go to work!

Right Prime Minister: "The library has a vast collection of books. She is only exceptional in poetry. How can that be enough?"

"Does the Right Prime Minister mean that he wants her to be in charge of the entire library? There are so many editors and compilers, wouldn't it be better if each of them could focus on their own areas of expertise?"

"Absurd!" the Right Prime Minister shouted, "How can you treat the appointment of an official as such a joke?"

Jiang Yueyang nodded silently, yes, yes, we can’t treat it like a joke.

Someone who was at odds with Minister Jiang chimed in, saying, "If Miss Jiang only has some talent for poetry, granting her a fifth-rank official position would be unconvincing and even more disheartening. What if students all over the country follow her example and only focus on poetry?"

Emperor Yuan's men were speechless after being asked this question and could not find any words to refute.

The man continued, "Also, I'd like to ask, did Miss Jiang really write the peony poem she wrote at the flower viewing banquet?"

"What do you mean, Lord Wu?" asked Emperor Yuan.

On the day of the flower viewing banquet, Emperor Yuan arrived late and did not know that the peony poem was not written by Jiang Yueyang.

The Empress was so busy with Wanpin's affairs that she forgot to mention it.

"Not long ago, I invited a teacher from outside to come to the mansion to teach my son. Unfortunately, that teacher had previously taught Miss Jiang."

Lord Wu paused. "I asked a question, but the teacher said Miss Jiang was... a blockhead, and she would never be able to write a timeless peony poem like the one at the flower viewing banquet."

After Emperor Yuan told his ministers that Jiang Yueyang had written a good poem about peonies, he published the poem to prove that Jiang Yueyang was indeed talented and knowledgeable.

It is now widely circulated among the people.

"Then, Miss Jiang, is that poem really written by you?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Yueyang, and Minister Jiang turned his head and winked at her, asking her not to admit it.

Jiang Yueyang, who didn't want to go to work at all, pretended not to understand and answered truthfully: "No."

Minister Jiang: I knew it would be like this.

"As expected!" Lord Wu sneered. "Yesterday, a young man came to me and said that he wrote that poem. I asked me to seek justice for him."

"Hey! Listen, little melon! These people are willing to say anything to prevent Your Majesty from granting me an official position. Although that poem wasn't written by me, it definitely wasn't written by anyone in Daxia either."

【Isn’t this just what you want? 】

Because Jiang Yueyang was standing in front of Lord Wu with her back to him, Lord Wu did not realize that it was Jiang Yueyang's inner voice.

But the crown prince and the third-rank minister standing in front of her saw it, even though she hadn't spoken a word just now.

How is this going?

"Miss Jiang, just admit it. You plagiarized that young master's poem."

I'm not admitting this! How dare you claim Liu Yuxi's poems?

The adults in the queue behind were stunned for a moment. Why would someone start swearing at someone just for a disagreement?

Such vulgar words.

The adults in the front row vaguely understood, was this the voice from the heart?

Minister Jiang, in order to protect his daughter's image, quickly spoke up, "Lord Wu, please investigate thoroughly before drawing any conclusions. Although the peony poem wasn't written by my daughter, she saw it in her dream. Even if we take a step back, it was probably written by her."

"Did you see this in a dream? Minister Jiang actually said something so outrageous to protect his daughter."

Minister Jiang's expression darkened. "That flower viewing banquet was my daughter's first time out. May I ask, Lord Wu, how did she plagiarize that young master's poem?"

"You'll have to ask Master Jiang about this."

Jiang Yueyang suddenly turned around and glared at Master Wu. "Little melon, did I understand correctly? This fat guy just said that my brother plagiarized someone else's poem?"

[Yes, the host did not misunderstand.]

[Asshole! You can say I'm okay, but my brother can't!]

Lord Wu was in a daze at this time. He seemed not to have seen Jiang Yueyang open her mouth to speak, but he heard the voice.

Jiang Yueyang said with a dark face, "Master Wu, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! My brother is a man of integrity and righteousness, and I won't tolerate your slander."

The opening and closing of his mouth brought Lord Wu back to his senses. "You know clearly whether it is slander or not!"

[Heh! Fatty, I'm going to beat you to death.]

Jiang Yueyang sneered in her heart, "You can't produce any evidence, but I can prove that the Peony Poem was something I saw in my dream."