Cold-faced Empress

While the crowd around her was busily signing up for the competition, Fu Siying's gaze remained subtly fixed on the corner of the corridor. She scrutinized each person who entered, like a wild animal eyeing its prey.

When she saw Xue Jin, the son of the Imperial Censor, appear, she suddenly stiffened, involuntarily half-sitting up, her eyes flashing with excitement and impatience like fireworks in the night sky.

Finally, finally, that beast is about to be caught!

After entering the venue, Xue Jin turned around and looked back, smiling as he spoke to the person behind him.

The man behind Xue Jin was tall and slender, yet his spine was straight, and his facial features were distinct, exuding determination and coldness. Anyone who glanced at him would immediately sense that he was a man of integrity and character.

As she stared, Fu Siying gradually curled her lips into a single smile, her eyes growing colder and colder, even harboring a hidden murderous intent.

He Changyi, we finally meet again!

He Changyi became acquainted with Xue Jin, the son of the Imperial Censor, and was appreciated by Xue Jin. He was completely different from the dirty and disheveled beggar he had been a few days ago. He Changyi had now undergone a complete transformation.

After watching Xue Jin and He Changyi blend into the crowd participating in the competition, Fu Siying got up and walked out of the pavilion, and soon found Rong Chen and Lang Junsong.

"Elder sister!" Rong Chen exclaimed excitedly, "I was just trying to persuade Brother Lang to give it a try!"

“Miss Fu.” Lang Junsong said calmly. He could roughly sense the discord between the Fu family and the main family, so he did not insist on participating in the competition.

Fu Siying smiled and gestured with her chin towards her two cousins, who seemed lost in thought: "A golden opportunity. Want to go?"

Lang Junsong didn't hide anything: "Of course."

Which categories are we confident about?

"Poetry, lyrics, and couplets."

Upon hearing that there was a poem to be written, Fu Siying was overjoyed.

"I don't care about your results in other categories, but in the 'fu' category, you must take first place! Write as well as you can, and make it a long fu, with gorgeous language and clever allusions. You must fully demonstrate your talent!"

Long poems are difficult to write; they require four things: perfect parallelism, harmonious rhythm, elegant writing, and a harmonious blend of scene and emotion.

If one writes a good long poem, one's literary talent and knowledge will never be questioned or belittled.

Lang Junsong was taken aback. After a moment's thought, he nodded emphatically in agreement.

Fu Siying instructed, "Go ahead, and remember to compete in the 'fu' competition at the end."

"it is good."

Fu Siying watched Lang Junsong enter the fighting arena with burning eyes.

On this day in her past life, He Changyi rose to fame; but on this day in this life, she will ruin his reputation!

Rong Chen sighed from the side, "Sigh, it's not even comparable to a category like horseback riding and archery. It's all these literary things."

Fu Siying chuckled and glanced at her younger brother, who preferred martial arts to literature: "You can't show off your skills right now, but you can have a good time during the autumn hunt."

Rong Chen was taken aback, then pleasantly surprised: "Can I go on the autumn hunt this year? Will Father and Mother agree?"

"I can convince my parents."

"Really?! Eldest sister, you're so kind!"

“However, you have to do one thing for me,” Fu Siying whispered in Rong Chen’s ear, “Go find a stick that can be used to hit people and take it with you. I need it when I leave.”

Although Rong Chen didn't know why he was doing this, he patted his chest and assured him, "It's a small matter, leave it to me!"