The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

The student said seriously, "No, this is a unified requirement for all students. Miss Song cannot enter if she does not have a passing grade!"

Su Xunyao sighed helplessly and comforted Song Xiwan, "Senior Brother Wen has always been like this, please forgive me."

This made Wen Fengyi even more dissatisfied with Song Xiwan.

How could someone who couldn't even pass the entrance exam be so arrogant?

Song Xiwan looked at Su Xunyao's covert provocation indifferently.

"Shouldn't you two have told me from the beginning where to take the exam? How could you both be speaking as if I were refusing to take the exam?"

Wen Fengyi was stunned. This made him seem wrong.

What's the harm in telling them? Can an uneducated person really pass the exam?

Su Xunyao's eyes flashed with hatred, then he smiled, "Senior Brother Wen, go get the set of questions that Master Du has recently given us, and have Miss Song take the exam at Wenxuan Pavilion."

Wen Fengyi had a strange look on his face.

Are the questions that Mr. Du recently gave out too difficult?

Soon, Wen Fengyi figured it out. As Miss Su was one of the most talented women in Yunhe Academy, she naturally thought it was simple and made such a suggestion.

Just enough to embarrass this idiot!

"Row."

Wen Fengyi hurried to prepare.

Song Xiwan's eyes turned slightly. She didn't believe that Su Xunyao was so kind to her. This was probably not an ordinary question.

While waiting, Jiang Yao also arrived.

When he heard that he had to take the entrance exam, he still pretended to be embarrassed and kept trying to get close to Song Xiwan.

Ever since the last conversation, Song Xiwan has been somewhat wary of him and his attitude has been somewhat cold.

Jiang Yao didn't care.

Su Xunyao had also heard the recent rumors in the capital, so she specifically asked, "I heard that Master Jiang and Miss Xi Wan are old acquaintances, and he wants to propose marriage. Is that true?"

Song Xiwan's eyes suddenly turned cold as she warned, "Miss Su, don't believe everything you hear. Everyone says you're a talented woman, don't you understand that rumors stop with the wise?"

Su Xunyao, who was scolded indirectly, was embarrassed and the corners of her eyes were a little red.

"I said too much."

Jiang Yao tried to smooth things over, "These are all minor matters. Xi Wan and I have known each other for a long time, and she even saved my life. But Miss Su, please be careful with your words and don't ruin Xi Wan's reputation."

Su Xunyao's expression eased slightly, "I said too much."

The two of them actually talked it out, and it seemed that Song Xiwan was being too serious.

Song Xiwan was too lazy to pay attention and walked towards Wenxuan Pavilion.

This was her first time visiting Yunhe Academy, but she had heard a lot about the stories here in her previous life. Almost all the ministers who were famous in the court came from here.

Wenxuan Pavilion is where talented scholars take their daily exams.

The place is managed by the former Grand Tutor, Master Du.

There is no exam today, so there are only Song Xiwan and Jiang Yao.

Each person has one cubicle and the exam lasts for one hour.

Song Xiwan sat down and began to read the questions, with a look of amazement in his eyes.

It’s really good.

A wave of inspiration flooded into Song Xiwan's mind. She picked up her pen and answered without any pause, immersed in it.

This serious attitude startled Wen Fengyi, who was guarding outside, and his heart skipped a beat. This Miss Song really had a good appearance.

This fleeting praise annoyed Wen Fengyi, who muttered in a low voice, "So what? If you're not well-educated, you're not worthy of entering Yunhe Academy."

"How do you know she didn't?"

A half-smiling voice came from behind.

Wen Fengyi's body suddenly tensed up, and when he turned around he was met with a pair of sharp peach blossom eyes, and his heart was shocked.

"Brother Yan, why are you here?"

Yan Wushuang folded his arms and watched the show from the side. "I heard that Miss Song is coming to school, so I came to see her and to collect what she owes me."

He remembered that painting.

Wen Fengyi became anxious upon hearing this. "How dare she borrow Senior Brother Yan's things and not return them? I'll go find her and reason with her later!"

People from rural areas are so shameless!

Yan Wushuang couldn't stand it any longer and knocked him on the head, "Can you be smarter?"

The force caused Wen Fengyi's face to twist in pain, and he looked at him with a look of grievance.

"I'm helping you!"

"You're helping me if you don't cause trouble for Miss Song."

Yan Wushuang responded unhappily.

Wen Fengyi exclaimed "Ah" in surprise, not understanding what this meant.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the air around him suddenly turned cold.

Wen Fengyi couldn't help but turn his head, and when he met King Xuan's cold gaze, his scalp tingled.

He saluted quickly and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

But the prince ignored him completely. He stood there like an ice sculpture, and his gaze almost froze them all.

Look unhappy?

Yan Wushuang looked over upon hearing the voice, raising his eyebrows, "My Lord, you're here."

This familiar tone made the cold sweat on Wen Fengyi's forehead even more obvious. How could he not salute?

He really couldn't stand this atmosphere and quickly found an excuse to leave.

Outside Wenxuan Pavilion, only Xie Chengqian and Yan Wushuang were left.

Yan Wushuang was the first to speak, breaking the quiet atmosphere. "I heard from the teacher that you are going back to the academy to study again?"

Xie Chengqian did not answer, his eyes always fixed on the figure in front of him.

Yan Wushuang didn't notice, and continued to speculate while stroking his chin, "Why would you abandon the battlefield and come back here? What does the emperor mean?"

Xie Chengqian then looked at him and said, "You are the same."

Yan Wushuang choked and retorted rather dissatisfiedly, "I am different from you."

"Yes, I have never been a deserter."

Xie Chengqian's concise words touched Yan Wushuang's heart, and his face darkened instantly.

The word "deserter" is too strong.

The Yan family is full of loyal and brave people, but he is the only one left. In order to fulfill his promise to his grandfather, he will never go to the battlefield again.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

There was anger in Yan Wushuang's voice.

Xie Chengqian glanced at him and said, "You have never given up in your heart."

This sentence revealed Yan Wushuang's inner thoughts.

He looked at Xie Chengqian solemnly, and finally did not say anything.

Xie Chengqian didn't want to pay attention to him, but Yan Wushuang started talking to himself, "I see, you came to Yunhe Academy just to persuade me to go to the battlefield?"

Xie Chengqian frowned, and the disgust in his eyes was extremely obvious.

What is this person thinking?

Yan Wushuang snorted softly and said, "Give up. Now I just want to live a carefree life and get married and have children when I'm old enough."

When he spoke of the latter part, Yan Wushuang's eyes passed over Song Xiwan intentionally or unintentionally.

The next moment, Xie Chengqian stood in front of him, his eyes cold and stern, "Who are you going to marry?"

"Leave me alone?"

Yan Wushuang realized later that something was wrong with Xie Chengqian today. Why was he so concerned about him?

He keenly sensed a hint of danger and silently took a half step back.

Before Xie Chengqian could answer, Song Xiwan had already handed in the paper.

Yan Wushuang's attention was immediately drawn away, and he exclaimed, "So fast?"

It hasn't even been half an hour since the beginning, right?

That was the question asked by Mr. Du!