After her mind was read, the spoiled brat became the darling of the whole group.

Xie Xing lowered his eyes and looked down.

Song Qingyang, holding the reins, seemed to notice her gaze and looked up at Xie Xing.

Many women also peeked out from upstairs in Yunyan Pavilion, and their eyes met the top scholar's gaze, causing a burst of screams from the surrounding area.

"The top scholar is looking over here!"

"He's the top scholar!"

Xie Xing smiled and waved towards Song Qingyang.

Song Qingyang smiled at her.

The voices of Xie Xing and the system just reached Song Qingyang's ears.

A powerful minister?

This is indeed Song Qingyang's goal.

He naturally wanted to climb higher, whether for his own sake or so that Xing'er would have someone to rely on in the future.

Xie Xing wasn't the only one watching the top scholar parade down the street; there were others too.

Above the teahouse opposite Yunyan Tower.

Xie Yuhe stood behind Jun Lanjin, looking down at Song Qingyang, and said, "Your Highness, this person can also hear Xing'er's thoughts. He was Xing'er's foster brother before she came back."

“He dotes on Xing’er immensely; we can win him over.”

Xie Yuhe was momentarily distracted by Xie Xinghe and the system's voice, and he clenched his hands behind his back.

He was the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, a relatively high-ranking official position in the court. However, Xie Xing preferred to wait until Song Qingyang became a powerful minister and could become her backer, rather than rely on the General's Mansion.

This is enough to prove that the General's Mansion is not trustworthy to Xie Xing.

For Xie Xing, the General's Mansion was something that could be dispensable.

Since they are all dispensable, there's no need to care about the fate of the General's Mansion.

Xie Yuhe took a deep breath and then said, "Although it sounds from our hearts that we all know our fate, the process is still worth pondering."

Xie Yuhe's cold gaze fell on Song Qingyang below. "There are many people here today, and the Seventh Prince will probably be present as well. If he can really hear Xie Xing's thoughts, Song Qingyang, the top scholar, will inevitably become his target."

"Your Highness should try to win them over as soon as possible."

Jun Lanjin rested his hand on the windowsill, and upon hearing this, he said lazily, "There's no need for that, I have my own arrangements."

Xie Yuhe was relieved after hearing Jun Lanjin's words. He then inquired, "I wonder what Xing'er's fate is, Your Highness?"

"Hmm?" Jun Lanjin raised his eyes and looked at Xie Yuhe.

Sister Xie Yu looked sad, her thin lips pressed tightly together. "We hurt Xing'er too deeply, which is why she would rather rely on her brother who is not related to her by blood than rely on us."

"So I'm very curious about what Xing'er's ending is in that so-called plot."

Jun Lanjin found these words somewhat amusing.

He turned around, walked to the soft couch next to the coffee table, sat down, propped his chin up, and looked at Xie Yuhe with a smile: "You Xie family members are really laughable."

"When we brought her back, you kept saying that although she was your own daughter, she was no match for your precious jewel. You treated her badly and coldly."

"Until you wear her down to the point where she has absolutely no goodwill towards your Xie family, and now she's reflecting on why she'd rather rely on Song Qingyang than your Xie family?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Jun Lanjin's eyes. "Young Master Xie, you should have some shame."

"You'd better think about it carefully, what makes you think you can compare to them?"

Xie Yuhe: "..."

A barrage of sarcastic remarks rained down on Xie Yuhe's face.

He opened his mouth to refute, but found that he couldn't refute it, he simply couldn't refute it.

From the very beginning, they never intended to treat Xie Xing as their own sister; she was merely a victim of the pursuit of fame and fortune.

Xie Yuhe fell silent.

the other side.

Following the voice in his heart, Luo Hanfeng looked in the direction of Xie Xing from Yunyan Pavilion across the street.

Xie Xing was leaning on the windowsill, laughing and waving at Song Qingyang.

Song Qingyang is Xie Xing's non-blood-related older brother.

"Feng." Xie Mingzhu's worried voice came from behind. Xie Mingzhu walked behind Luo Hanfeng, grabbed his sleeve with one hand, and said with some distress:

“I feel like my brother has sensed something. Yesterday he asked me what I was hiding from him.”

"What should I do?"

Xie Mingzhu raised her head, her autumn eyes filled with trust and affection for Luo Hanfeng.

It's that simple for a woman to fall in love with a man.

As long as Luo Hanfeng shows characteristics different from other men, and gradually lets Xie Mingzhu discover his unusual relationship, it will create a strong sense of contrast in Xie Mingzhu's heart.

Of course, this was just the impression Luo Hanfeng gave Xie Mingzhu.

Feelings naturally need to be cultivated gradually.

A shadow of gloom flashed in Luo Hanfeng's eyes, but when he turned around, the gloom in his eyes had completely disappeared. He reached out and lightly touched Xie Mingzhu's cheek, and said gently:

"Don't be afraid, your brother won't find out."

Even if he discovers it, he won't immediately reveal your identity.

Xie Mingzhu lowered her eyes. "But I don't know what to do."

"What should I do if my identity is discovered?"

Luo Hanfeng raised his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. He said, "Naturally, you should go where you belong."

“A pearl is not destined to be different.”

Luo Hanfeng cupped Xie Mingzhu's face, leaned down slightly, and whispered in her ear, "Once you become someone in a position of power, you don't need to beg for other people's love."

"If you become emperor, the whole world will be yours."

Xie Mingzhu's pupils trembled.

She bit her lip, then grabbed Luo Hanfeng's hand, shook her head, and said, "I don't want the world. If I really have that opportunity, I just want..."

As she spoke, a slight blush appeared on her fair cheeks. "If you become emperor, I will become your empress."

Luo Hanfeng seemed moved by her words, and his light eyes instantly welled up with tears. He said, "Mingzhu, I will definitely not let you down."

Before that...

Luo Hanfeng's cold gaze fell on Song Qingyang below.

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. A powerful minister, huh?

Become Xie Xing's backer?

What if I smash your support system to pieces?

As the tall, magnificent horse receded into the distance, its crimson form gradually disappeared from sight.

Song Qingyang felt a chill run down his spine.

He frowned, turned around and glanced behind him. The long street stretched out before him, filled with people who had come to join the fun, as well as shy young ladies.

That fleeting killing intent just now was like an illusion.

the other side.

Yunyan Pavilion.

As Song Yingqiu watched his elder brother's group gradually disappear from sight, a smile instantly spread across his face.

"My elder brother is overjoyed to have become the top scholar in the imperial examination. Such good news must be sent home in a letter."

He turned around happily to leave Yunyan Pavilion, and a servant boy came running up behind him.

"Young Master Qiu, Young Master Qiu!"