After the arranged marriage, I pampered the sickly regent.

"Is there something you want to ask?"

On the way back, seeing Leng Feng standing to the side hesitant to speak, Ye Qingwu spoke up.

"Your Highness, I think Jiang Wenjin is just a mere scholar, and his wife Ye Qingzhu is even less worthy of mention. Since they are speaking so rudely, why should you be polite?"

Even if he doesn't take action, his disrespect for the princess is enough to bring them to justice.

"Didn't you hear Ye Qingzhu say that Jiang Wenjin is the future prime minister?"

"I think the possibility is extremely slim," Leng Feng replied after a moment's thought. "Let's not even talk about whether Jiang Wenjin can pass the imperial examination. Even if he does make some progress, it's almost wishful thinking for him to advance further without the support of the court."

"Even with Duke Ye, it's absurd to think that an ordinary scholar could become the Grand Secretary. Of course, if it were Your Highness..." Leng Feng glanced at Ye Qingwu.

If His Highness were to intervene, it wouldn't be impossible.

Seeing Leng Feng begin to analyze, Ye Qingwu smiled and said, "Yes, even you understand these principles, so why is Ye Qingzhu so persistent?"

Unless some event led Ye Qingzhu to learn what happened next.

"You say that if someone dies, how can they know what happens next?"

Leng Feng was taken aback by Ye Qingwu's question, and said with a puzzled look, "Your Highness, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Just take it as me talking nonsense," Ye Qingwu said with a smile.

Whatever secrets Ye Qingzhu may hold, given her temperament, she will likely reveal them soon, and it won't be difficult for me to find out.

And the other side.

The door creaked open, and Jiang Wenjin stepped forward to open it first.

"My wife, we're home."

Jiang Wen put down what he was holding and took Ye Qingzhu's hand.

But Ye Qingzhu flung her away. Looking at the dilapidated courtyard, she felt irritated thinking about her former life of luxury.

"I'm not saying we should throw all these old and worn-out things away."

"Jiang Wenjin, you are now the son-in-law of the Duke's mansion. How can you act like you did before?"

Ye Qingzhu looked disgusted and pointed at Jiang Wenjin, talking to him.

"I'll do as you say, my wife." Jiang Wenjin nodded, a smile on his face. He looked at Ye Qingzhu, his gaze softening considerably. "My wife, is it true that you told the Regent's Consort that I will be the future Grand Secretary?"

Over the past few days, Jiang Wenjin has gained some understanding of Ye Qingzhu.

Although his wife is arrogant and domineering, she would never casually utter the words "Grand Secretary." She must have heard something from Duke Ye.

In this way, the chances of getting first place in the exam increase even more.

Upon hearing Jiang Wenjin's question, Ye Qingzhu snorted lightly, her face full of arrogance.

"Of course it's true! Husband, don't worry, the position of future Grand Secretary will definitely be yours."

"When I return home another day, I'll talk to my father and ask him to give you more guidance."

Jiang Wen was even more delighted upon hearing this, "Then I'll have to trouble you, my lady."

Ye Qingzhu glanced at the delighted Jiang Wenjin, and couldn't help but think of Ye Qingwu. In her previous life, after Ye Qingwu was buried alive with him, she had been in a daze until she vaguely heard that Jiang Wenjin had become the Grand Secretary and Ye Qingwu had been granted the title of Lady of the Imperial Decree. She was reborn in the present day and knew nothing about what had happened in between.

However, she knew perfectly well what Ye Qingwu's abilities were; it must have been with the help of the Duke's mansion that Jiang Wenjin achieved his later success.

If she just needs to grasp this point firmly, what great things can't she accomplish?