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Upon hearing this, Old Madam Sheng frowned and patiently said, "How can one pass the imperial examinations and become an official without studying?"

"Does becoming an official necessarily require passing the imperial examinations?" Jin Shuai asked, puzzled.

“Well… it’s not necessary to have official rank to become an official, but having official rank will make your career path smoother,” Sheng Hong explained from the side.

"So, is it better to be an official or to be granted a title?" Jin Shuai posed another question.

"Hehe, if we're talking about the pros and cons of the two, being an official is naturally better," Sheng Hong replied with a smile.

"I don't quite understand the reasons behind this, and I hope Mr. Sheng can explain it to me in detail," Jin Shuai earnestly requested.

Sheng Hong composed himself and continued, "While this title brings honor and status, it doesn't actually grant much real power. It only provides a meager stipend, similar to the treatment of ordinary officials. Moreover, some meritorious nobles have only titles; their meager stipends are barely enough to make ends meet. Being an official brings not only tangible benefits and more opportunities to distinguish oneself, but also real power. Your grandfather's success in officialdom stems from his holding real power. As for Prefect Liu, if he wants to achieve anything in Yangzhou, he'll likely need substantial wealth. Therefore, the final decision rests with this handsome young man."

"I want both of them, to gain both fame and fortune, wouldn't that be wonderful! After being granted a noble title, can I still hold an official position?" Jin Shuai asked impatiently.

“Of course you can. Having a title and real power is undoubtedly the icing on the cake,” Sheng Hong patiently answered his questions.

"Oh, I see! By the way, are there any age restrictions for becoming an official or being granted a title?" Jin Shuai asked, his face full of curiosity.

“There’s no specific rule about that,” Sheng Hong replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Jin Shuai felt immediately at ease. He stood up and walked to Hua Lan. Hua Lan also quickly stood up, her gaze fixed on Jin Shuai. Jin Shuai's lips curled into a bright smile, and he said softly, "A single meeting in the golden autumn breeze surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world; if love is meant to last, why should we be together every day? I must now set off back to the capital. I will strive to obtain an official position and a title within one or two years, and then marry you in grand style—my Miss Sheng Hua Lan. Farewell!" With that, Jin Shuai turned and left, filled with joy.

Hua Lan watched the receding figure, her thoughts still lingering on the words she had just heard, unable to come back to her senses for a long time. Meanwhile, Sheng Hong had returned to the main hall. Seeing Hua Lan still standing there, somewhat lost in thought, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "My Hua'er is truly a blessed person! The love poem given by the handsome young man is so fitting, truly exquisite! Hahahaha..."

Grandma Sheng, standing to the side, smiled and chimed in, "This young man is exceptionally talented and eloquent. Hua'er, this is a poem I'm giving you. Remember it well for the rest of your life."

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, they heard footsteps approaching. It was Wang Ruofu who walked in. Before she could figure out what was going on, she asked curiously, "What poem? Do you have to remember it for a lifetime?"