After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

"I heard that the latest issue of the magazine has Mr. Wuming's serialized story."

These words were spoken by the noblewomen of the mansion. Besides handling the affairs of the household, they spent most of their time reading storybooks.

They had read Mr. Wuming's stories several times.

It has been a long time since Mr. Wuming has published a new storybook.

Some of them couldn't sit still and specially sent their maids and servants to the bookstore to inquire about the situation.

However, Zhiyu Bookstore was very tight-lipped and refused to reveal a single word, which made them rack their brains.

"Really? We've been waiting for so long! Mr. Wuming has finally written a new story." Everyone was talking about it at the tea party with the ladies.

"It's true. I heard that a new issue of the magazine will be released tomorrow, and it will contain the serialized story written by Mr. Wuming."

"Oh, there have been a lot of storybooks published recently. I've had my maid buy some. Mr. Wuming is amazing. Almost all the storybooks I've read are imitations of his works." These words came from the Prime Minister's wife. She is now a big fan of Mr. Wuming's books, and whenever they talk about storybooks, she always praises him.

"No, it's not really an imitation. It's just that the settings of these stories are all based on Mr. Wuming's writing, such as time travel and rebirth, as well as the domineering personality that was popular a while ago. And the male supporting characters are gentle and affectionate, which makes my heart ache!"

"These days, almost all the storybooks on the market are like this. At first, I was quite happy because there weren't enough of the storybooks written by Mr. Wuming. I subconsciously wanted to find similar settings, but after reading them so many, I got tired of them." The lady on the other side commented while drinking tea.

"It's good for passing the time. By the way, Madam Ling, how is your daughter doing these days? I heard that she has entered the Imperial Academy and become one of the first women in the Jin Dynasty to enter the Imperial Academy. My daughter has heard about this and is also clamoring to enter the Imperial Academy."

"Yes, when you come out of the Imperial Academy, the suitors will be lining up to break down your doorstep." The ladies laughed together, while the person being talked about calmly sipped her tea, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“Now that you’ve entered the Imperial Academy, you’re destined to become a female official. How can you get married so easily? Young Lady Ling’s future is limitless.” The Prime Minister’s wife put down her teacup and said softly to them. Although she spoke gently, those with discernment dared not reply, knowing that what she said made sense.

"I was mistaken, but Miss Ling has a promising future." The lady who had just proposed marriage immediately echoed the Prime Minister's wife's words.

The topic quickly turned back to the storybooks of Mr. Wuming. Madam Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt a little awkward. She hadn't expected that the one who had come to her rescue was the Prime Minister's wife, whom she had once considered her enemy. She felt uneasy, so she secretly glanced at the Prime Minister's wife.

A woman sitting not far away, with her hair styled in a traditional Chinese updo and adorned with gold hairpins, calmly and composedly sipped her tea, showing no emotional fluctuations.

However, when others speak to her, she still listens patiently and attentively.

This appearance was one of the reasons why Madam Ling used to dislike her.

I heard that she and the Prime Minister are very much in love. Judging from her appearance, her married life must be very happy, unlike her.

The Prime Minister's wife seemed to notice someone looking at her, so she looked up sharply. The moment she looked up, Madam Ling quickly turned her head to the side.

The latest issue of the magazine "Between Square Inches" features a new story written by Mr. Wuming. This news spread like wildfire, attracting not only book fans but also many passersby who came to read it.

The scene was even more lively than a royal sacrificial procession, with the entire street packed with people.

"Shopkeeper, it's fortunate that you had the foresight to print more storybooks, but this is still not enough."

"Go and have it printed at the printing shop. It doesn't matter if it costs more money."

There are only three private printing houses in Bianjing, and they are currently printing only the latest books and periodicals published by bookstores, yet the supply still cannot meet the demand.

Some people criticize the novel for being embarrassing and say that the novel written by Wuming is nonsense.

They complained that they wouldn't read Wuming's stories, but they still bought and read them anyway.

Some people say no, but their actions tell a different story.

So when the new issue of the magazine came out, people who heard the news lined up in the middle of the night, which was really exaggerated.

One person in the queue said, "No matter what, I will support Mr. Wuming's storybook."

Bai Zunxing and Liang Suxin, as reporters and editors for a newspaper that only deals with bookstores, felt that queuing up to buy storybooks was an interesting thing in Bianjing, so they decided to come early in the morning to interview these people.

Some people couldn't help but come over and say, "I'm here to buy it for my daughter. When I heard that Mr. Wuming had published a novel, I originally wanted to buy it myself, but all the people in line are men. Women are not allowed to show their faces in public, so I came to buy the book for my daughter."

"You support your daughter reading storybooks."

"Of course I support her! I support anything written by Mr. Wuming. You don't know, my daughter passed the Imperial Academy entrance exam and became one of the first female students there. My sons have been studying the classics for years, but they're not as good as my daughter!" The man's eyes revealed his pride when he talked about his daughter.

"Congratulations!" Bai Zunxing and Liang Suxin were surprised to hear this. No wonder he had come forward to accept their interview. He was so happy that he couldn't help but show off. So they immediately offered their congratulations.

The people queuing behind him also heard what the man said and quickly congratulated him as well.

"Wow, that's amazing! Brother, your ancestors must have been incredibly lucky."

This guy looks like an ordinary commoner. For them, having a child who can study at the Imperial Academy is truly a stroke of good luck.

"When did the Imperial College start admitting female students?" At the same time, some brothers who were not in the know heard this and asked.

"Didn't you see the proclamation issued by the imperial court? It could have been done a long time ago."

When the man who had just raised the question was asked, someone immediately provided him with some basic information.

During the interview, Bai Zunxing was in charge of asking questions, while Liang Suxin was in charge of taking notes.

Some students lined up to buy the products, and when they saw that Bai Zunxing and Liang Suxin were about to interview them, they quickly covered their faces with their wide sleeves.

"Don't ask us! It would be terrible if the Supervisor found out!" The Supervisor loves reading the newspapers; we can't afford to be interviewed!

Bai Zunxing and Liang Suxin, hearing what they said, didn't press them further, but instead turned to ask the others.

After conducting interviews and obtaining satisfactory information, they finally left the crowded queue.

After successfully queuing up and buying a new storybook, some people would come out laughing and shouting, "Hahaha, I finally bought it!"

He was looked at with the eyes of a fool by the people queuing outside.

Only when they went in and bought the books themselves could they understand the excitement and joy.

So when they came out, they started laughing and shouting, completely unlike their earlier mocking manner, as if it were a cycle.