The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

Song Siyao certainly had wishes.

However, she wants to earn what she desires through her own efforts.

So she replied, "My first wish is for Your Majesty to be in good health, my second wish is for the Great Zhou to be prosperous and strong, and my third wish is for peace throughout the world."

Emperor Changlong was overjoyed and laughed, "Good, good, good. Such a young woman with such a broad mind. She truly deserves to be the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei. If the spirit of the Marquis of Zhenbei in heaven knew this, he would be very pleased."

He paused, thought for a moment, and continued, "Your wishes are all made for others, and you never think of yourself. Since that's the case, then I will grant you one wish. Qingyun Academy is recruiting new teachers, and I will grant you permission to enter the academy as a teacher. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, this humble woman..."

I can take the exam myself.

Before Song Siyao could finish speaking, Su Taifu interrupted her, "Your Majesty, I believe this is inappropriate."

"Sir, why is this?" Emperor Changlong had been humiliated several times today, and his expression was noticeably colder.

“With Miss Song’s talent and learning, she is not qualified to enter the academy as a teacher.” Grand Tutor Su was now full of anger with nowhere to vent it. He was just worried about not being able to make things difficult for Song Siyao, and now, the opportunity had come to him.

Emperor Changlong's gaze darkened slightly. Song Siyao was someone he wanted to support. Only when Song Siyao became stronger would her destructive power be greater.

Just as a craftsman must have the right tools to do his work well.

He must make Song Siyao, this sharp blade, sharper and sharper, by promoting her, giving her positions to hone her skills, and making full use of her abilities.

"Sir, Miss Song is a painting prodigy. Her status in the art world is unmatched, and her painting skills are evident to all. Now that Mr. Nie of the academy has retired, Miss Song's entry into the academy can fill this position perfectly. She has absolutely no problem teaching students to paint."

He didn't mention Song Siyao's other abilities. That night's thorough conversation made him realize that Song Siyao was not only skilled in painting, dancing, playing the piano, and medicine, but also unmatched in talent throughout the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, Song Siyao has not yet grown into a towering tree, so he cannot reveal too much about her and must protect her carefully.

“Your Majesty, Qingyun Academy is the best academy in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is a place for teaching and nurturing people, not just teaching them to paint. The talents who emerge from there will be the pillars of the country in the future. Are you suggesting that they will rely on painting to govern the country in the future?” Grand Tutor Su retorted.

In fact, Grand Tutor Su's opinion was too far-fetched. The academy doesn't only have Song Siyao as a teacher. Even if she were to teach painting, the other teachers could teach other things.

However, he could find any reason, no matter how outrageous, to stop Song Siyao.

"Does the Grand Tutor mean that if I want to enter the academy, I can only do so through my own abilities by taking the exam?" Song Siyao asked.

“Of course, if Miss Song can pass the academy’s assessment on her own merit, then I have nothing to say about you becoming a teacher.” Grand Tutor Su was certain that Song Siyao would not be able to pass the academy’s assessment.

The assessment at Qingyun Academy includes not only music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but also the Four Books and Five Classics, mathematics, and strategies for governing the country.

Ordinary women wouldn't bother learning these things; most would only have a superficial understanding.

However, if you only have a superficial understanding, you won't pass the test.

Song Wenwu's former fiancée, Li Yuan, was a teacher at the academy. She wasn't in charge of teaching the main course yet; she only taught the guqin (a seven-stringed zither), which Song Wenwu's family boasted about to everyone they met.

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty allowed women to enter officialdom, very few women actually did. At most, they became female officials in the palace, physicians, or teachers in academies, and the best were those who could lead troops into battle.

Therefore, they don't learn as many things as boys from a young age.

"Your Majesty, I will register for the assessment. Thank you for your grace." Song Siyao turned to Emperor Changlong and said.

"Very well, I look forward to your good news." Emperor Changlong appreciated Song Siyao and respected her choice.

Grand Tutor Su's face was amiable. Today, he had finally won back a round and was in a particularly good mood. He said to Song Siyao, "Second Miss Song, the academy's entrance examination registration begins tomorrow, and the exam is in a month. You must prepare well, or it will be too late."

Hearing this "well-intentioned" reminder, Song Siyao smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I will definitely not let the Grand Tutor down."

After the interlude, the emperor and his subjects rejoiced together.

As night deepened, Emperor Changlong departed with his concubines, and those who had attended the palace banquet also gradually left.

Song Siyao pushed Shen Pei, with Wei Xin and Hong Shao following behind.

"Your Highness plays the zither very well. Thank you for your help today."

“You can still shine brightly even without my zither,” Shen Pei said gently.

“That’s different. No one else can capture the soul in the Prince’s zither,” Song Siyao said with certainty.

The musicians in the palace were just musicians; they had never been to the battlefield and could not understand the thrill of battle, the fearlessness of facing death, or the joyous celebration of the victorious army.

Shen Pei had experienced it firsthand, so his playing of the zither had a soul, making it the best complement to Song Siyao's dance.

"Then tell me, what is the soul within my zither?" Shen Pei asked with a smile.

"Regret, ambition." Song Siyao's voice was like a warm breeze drifting into Shen Pei's heart, melting his cold heart.

He wanted Song Siyao to understand him, and coincidentally, Song Siyao really did understand him.

This feeling is wonderful, sweet and sour; one bite is enough to intoxicate you for a lifetime.

“Your Highness, on days when we don’t have to set off, let’s enjoy life to the fullest. Regret is also a part of life. We’re preparing for the future, and one day, our ambitions will be realized,” Song Siyao comforted her.

Shen Pei's lips curled up slightly. If someone else had said that, he wouldn't have felt anything, but Song Siyao's words warmed his heart. Her words seemed to have swept away all the gloom in his heart.

In an instant, his world was filled with clear blue skies.

"Miss Song, thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Song Siyao asked.

Thank you for appearing in my life.

Shen Pei smiled and said, "Thank you for your comfort."

Song Siyao smiled gently.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked forward.

Just then, an untimely voice came from behind Song Siyao, "Second Miss Song".

Song Siyao turned her head and saw a man running towards her with a big smile on his face.

The man walked up to me, his smile somewhat stiff, his hands awkwardly placed, unsure of what to do with them.

"Do you still recognize me?" the man asked nervously, having mustered up his courage to catch up.

Song Siyao looked at the person in front of her; how could she not recognize him?