I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

Su Ji's beauty trap was very successful. After disappearing for a whole day, Su Ji arrived at Yuehua Palace in high spirits on the third day.

"My son, your father has already promised your mother. As long as my son is happy, you can write the book later. Don't worry about it and make yourself sick."

"Really? Mother Ji, you are so awesome!" Su Jinyue looked at Su Ji with shining eyes. It is good to have a child with a mother. Look at her mother Ji, she is so useful.

"Mother, I will make you something delicious." After she said that, she went straight to the imperial kitchen, vowing to make a big meal to thank you for your hard work.

The preparation storm for the exam has passed, but new challenges have yet to come.

Su Jinyue started to act up herself.

"Is this small seal script beautiful?"

Su Jinyue and the Shaofu Ling leaned against each other and looked at the bamboo slips on the table.

"How long will it take to carve the characters? We can't just use the two sets of characters from before, right?"

Mo Zhi silently leaned forward and said, "Zhi can come up with a way to make the font simpler, but it can only be used a few times before it needs to be replaced with a new one."

Su Jinyue pushed his head away and said, "Go away, are you talking about the font? It's the font. Do you understand the font?"

Upon hearing this, Cai Yan reacted and waved his hands repeatedly, "Oh, oh, oh, I dare not. This calligraphy was personally ordered by His Majesty. The Prime Minister worked tirelessly and painstakingly to simplify the large seal script and create the standardized small seal script. Oh, oh, oh, oh, Third Princess, you want to change the font, but I dare not follow you."

"I'll take my leave."

Without waiting for Su Jinyue to try to stop him, Cai Yan ran out of her sight and went straight to the outside of the young master's mansion.

While he was stunned, the man ran back, took Mo Zhi's hand, and ran out together.

Su Jinyue was speechless. Is it so scary?

"Be bold!"

Su Jinyue knelt in the Qinzheng Hall and truly felt the horror of this matter.

"You scoundrel! I've already declared to the world that all under heaven will unite, with 'Small Seal Script' as the official script. To overturn it now is like slapping yourself in the face. Where's my dignity? Besides, what's wrong with Small Seal Script? It's standardized, neat, and beautiful. How does it bother the people of this world? Could it be that Small Seal Script is the reason those traitors are rebelling against the Great Qin?"

Su Jinyue listened to Ying Zheng's long string of curses in the center of the hall with a look of fear on her face. As she listened, she gradually felt sad.

Perhaps, what this ancestor was still brooding over was the overthrow of the Qin Dynasty and the death of the second emperor.

She closed her eyes in deep thought, calming her mind. Then, looking up at her ancestor pacing back and forth above her, she said solemnly, "Father, during the Tang Dynasty, small seal script was revived. Li Yangbing created 'iron wire seal script,' and during the Song Dynasty, 'nine-fold seal script' was developed for official use. Even within three hundred years of its replacement, 'small seal script' continued to appear in solemn and prominent places like inscriptions on steles, seals, coins, and weights and measures."

She bowed deeply, "Father, your achievement in unifying the written language will be passed down through the ages. Even two thousand years later, it is still praised. Everyone hopes that you will be resurrected and unify the world's written language."

Ying Zheng gradually stopped and sat on the dragon throne at the top. His palm gently brushed across the dragon head carved on the back of the chair, and his eyes were dark.

After a long while, a hoarse male voice sounded in the hall, "Get up and sit down."

Su Jinyue took the order, got up from the ground, sat down on the table and chair next to her, and secretly rubbed her numb leg muscles.

"Tell me the reason for changing the text this time."

His voice was a little hoarse and dark, as if covered by a layer of fog, low and deep.

"Yes, Father."

Su Jinyue tried her best to organize her words concisely.

"Father, the small seal script is beautiful and regular, but also complex and difficult to remember. Throughout history, the development of writing has always been towards simplicity and commonality, just like the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, which are designed to make writing easier. The same is true for writing. The easier it is to write and remember, the easier it will be to be accepted and spread."

She glanced at Ying Zheng quietly, noticing he showed no signs of anger, before continuing, "I'm not against small seal script. We can adopt both scripts. Small seal script will be the official script for memorials, coins, sacrifices, and imperial examinations, while official script will be used by the people for their own private use, to educate the masses. Simple books can be written in official script, while sophisticated books can be written in small seal script. It's just like that monthly report, which has both vernacular and doctoral classics. There's no conflict."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, asking Su Jinyue to step back. He leaned back against the seat and moved his face out of the light and shadow.

Surrounded by dark shadows, only his eyes could be seen. His gaze was blazing with desire to control the world. It seemed as if his gaze could penetrate all obstacles, and he was always ready to fight and reclaim his own glory.

Su Jinyue returned to Yuehua Palace and hid herself in the darkness. She was unusually quiet tonight, which made Shi Nudan secretly worried. She secretly entered the inner hall and visited her several times.

Last night, the cold crickets chirped incessantly. I woke up from a dream a thousand miles away, and it was already three o'clock in the morning. I got up and walked alone around the stairs. I was quiet, and the moon was dim outside the curtains. (Yue Fei, "Xiao Chongshan")

The sound of cockcrows echoed as the sun slowly rose in the east, waking up the people who were sleeping in their beds.

The court meeting still ended in a noisy quarrel among the ministers.

After the court meeting, Li Si, Zong Zheng and others were called to the Qinzheng Hall to discuss matters separately.

This time, Su Jinyue ran very fast and fled directly to Wangshu Palace, hugging Su Ji and acting coquettishly.

Su Ji was naturally happy and took her daughter to talk about the happy events in recent days.

"A few days ago, Lord Feng's wife came to Wangshu Palace to talk to my mother. During the conversation, she mentioned her youngest son, who is about your age. He has been learning literature and martial arts since he was a child, and is well-mannered and chaste. What's more, he is handsome, eight feet tall, and still unmarried."

What does that mean? Even after traveling through time, you still can't escape the pressure to get married?

"Her eldest son is going to be born this month, and they're planning to host a banquet. How about you go with your mother?"

Su Jinyue looked outside the hall with a dull gaze. No matter what, she didn't want to go on a blind date.

"Mother, I just remembered that the Minister of the Household has an urgent matter that needs my attention. I will take my leave first." As she spoke, she shuffled her legs and quickly walked out of the hall.

"Well, are you going or not? Mother can give Madam Feng a reply." Su Ji asked repeatedly behind her.

"No, no, my son is still young. He should first establish his career and then start a family."

Su Ji looked at Su Jinyue who was getting farther and farther away, shook her head and sighed, "You are a girl, where did you come from? Why do you want to build a career and then start a family? Sigh!"

Su Jinyue ran far away and stopped only when he reached Yuehua Palace. He gasped for breath and looked at the guards who were practicing martial arts in the courtyard inside the palace.

This is her home. What kind of family is this? If she has a family, will she still look at her little brother?

"The Third Princess is back. I bow to her!"

"Well, no need to formalize, everyone, just continue practicing. No need to wear outer robes, it's so hot out here."

"I'll design some new clothes for you someday. You'll look extra majestic when you wear them."

Look, they are kneeling down again, a group of sensible and good boys.