Cold-faced Empress

After saying that, she grabbed Lang Junsong's sleeve and pushed him into the crowd. She shoved Lang Junsong with all her might, leaving him no choice but to clear a path ahead.

Only after she was hidden among the crowd did Fu Siying feel a little safe.

Phew, he's just an ordinary servant in the Mu Prince's mansion, yet he possesses such a treacherous and cunning demeanor. The Mu Prince's mansion truly is a place where dragons and tigers hide.

Thinking of this, Fu Siying glanced at Lang Junsong in front of her again. Even someone like Lang Junsong had come to apply for a position as a retainer of the Mu Prince's Mansion; the strength of the Mu Prince's Mansion was truly unfathomable.

Fu Siying was particularly eager to know whether Lang Junsong had been successfully elected this time.

If he had succeeded, why had he remained unknown for the next few years? Was it possible that with his talent, he was not valued by Prince Mu?

If he hadn't succeeded, where would he have gone, and how would he have ended up by He Changyi's side, becoming He Changyi's right-hand man?

She hated He Changyi, but not for the sake of being implicated. She still remembered how much Lang Junsong had helped her in her past life, securing a posthumous title for her mother, doing his best to help her track down the villains who had bullied Yunzhi, and even risking He Changyi's displeasure to forcefully retaliate against the King of Beixia.

She and Lang Junsong are also close friends.

After finally squeezing to the front and standing still, Lang Junsong asked in a low voice, "Miss, is your surname Hao? Good girl?"

Fu Siying coughed lightly: "Mm."

Lang Junsong gave a long "Oh" with a hint of a smile, clearly indicating his disbelief.

On the platform in front of the two candidates, people kept going up to answer questions. This platform was set up in front of a small building, with several elderly judges sitting nearby. The questions that the candidates answered were mostly given by these elderly men, but some were also passed from slips of paper from inside the small building.

Note?

Fu Siying stared at the small hall with bamboo curtains hanging on it, and couldn't help but stroke the blood jade in her hand.

Could it be that Mo Canglan is sitting inside?

No, that shouldn't be the case. There are daily examinations for selecting retainers; how could the dignified Prince Mu be so free to attend every single one?

She asked Lang Junsong, "Who are the people inside who are not showing themselves? Could it be Prince Mu?"

Lang Junsong shook his head: "Occasionally, court officials who are unwilling to show their faces will help Prince Mu select his retainers."

"Oh, I see."

As long as Prince Mu wasn't around, Fu Siying felt at ease. If she embarrassed herself in front of Prince Mu, how could she maintain her composure in the future?

Despite the large number of people in the courtyard, the selection process was extremely fast. Some people were eliminated after only saying a couple of sentences on stage, and very few were able to give a long speech. Moreover, since the decision on whether someone was qualified was made on the spot, the number of people in the courtyard dwindled to more than half in no time.

Fu Siying looked back and saw that the crowd that had been squeezing in just moments before was now sparse and dispersed, and she was deeply moved.

Merchants make a fortune every day, while the Mu family makes a fortune in talent every day. If Prince Mu hadn't died young, with such strength to implement new policies, why would the Great Chang Kingdom have fallen?

Strange, how could the Great Chang Kingdom have perished!

This is something that even Fu Siying couldn't understand, even after personally accompanying He Changyi to a successful rebellion.

Finally, they called out Lang Junsong's name!

"Lang Junsong!"

Lang Junsong walked calmly onto the platform, neither arrogant nor humble. He wasn't nervous, but Fu Siying, watching from below, clenched her fists, feeling anxious for him.

"My name is Lang Junsong. I am well-versed in poetry, history, literature, and classics, and I have a special interest in criminal law."

A few words of introduction piqued the interest of the elderly judge standing nearby. After all, the number of candidates was as high as the fish in a river, but very few could say what their expertise was. Most of them spoke of generalities about governing the country and the world, and even fewer had expertise in criminal law.