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

The butler, unaware of his unusual mood, repeated himself to him.

Before he could finish speaking, the prince who had been standing in front of him pushed him aside and went into the burning courtyard.

But he arrived too late; the fire in the yard had already been extinguished, leaving only charred remains.

As if to confirm what the steward had said, at this moment a servant from the manor carried over a charred corpse.

The clothes left on the corpse were Wu Shuang's favorite. He seemed unable to accept it, pushed away the two servants, and tried to hug her, but was stopped by the guards who came from the side.

With red eyes, he shouted, "Get out! All of you, get out!" He was very skilled, especially when he was in a fit of rage and despair, he was invincible. These guards were no match for him and were quickly beaten to the ground.

But when he saw the corpse, his legs went weak and he couldn't get to her side, so he crawled toward her on his hands and feet.

Just as his long, slender hand was about to touch her, a metallic taste welled up in his chest. As if unable to bear the physical agony, he coughed up blood, the world spun around him, and he fainted…

"No!" The women in the pavilion all covered their faces and burst into tears.

"My Wushuang, she was just tricked and killed like that? What a tragic death!"

"My God, how helpless she must have felt watching herself burn to death!!"

"Serves you right! Who told you to hesitate about your love for Wushuang and let her be bullied? For Wushuang, this is a kind of relief."

"What liberation? Liberation shouldn't be this painful!"

"Is it over? If it's over just like that, what will happen to the Prince?"

"At this moment, the prince finally admitted his love for Wushuang, sob sob sob~ But Wushuang is no longer here!"

Just when everyone thought the story was over, someone suddenly exclaimed, "No, it's not over yet! The small print at the end says: To be continued."

Everyone looked over and, sure enough, it said "To be continued" at the end.

"How could this be? Wushuang is dead. Does this mean the next part will depict the daily life of the Prince and Princess Qingdai together?"

"No, I'd rather stay here and let Your Highness regret it for the rest of your life!"

Everyone expressed their opinions.

"I really understand Mr. Wuming less and less. I have absolutely no idea how he'll be able to continue writing his stories!"

Little did she know that when Ye Yuwu was writing this story, she almost grinned maliciously as she looked at the plot she had written. She thought to herself smugly, "You little devils, this is going to torture you to death, and make you all shed tears!"

As expected, this tragic love story certainly earned plenty of tears.

This serialized story quickly became a popular story among the high-ranking women of Bianjing, and she gained a large following of "fangirls" because of it.

The final day of the book appreciation banquet was drawing to a close, and everyone had finished reading this issue of the magazine. Some of the ladies were still engrossed in the stories.

Suddenly a noise came from next door, followed by a series of laughing jeers that echoed throughout the garden.

The women only heard a male voice say, "A bunch of women, holding a book appreciation banquet and crying all over the place, it's ridiculous."

Upon hearing this, the women looked in the direction of the sound and saw several men dressed in indigo-blue scholar's robes standing under the Lanting corridor, looking at them mockingly.

Bai Zunxing and the others recognized them; the leader was Chen Baosheng, the grandson of the Grand Tutor.

The way he looked at them, as if they were clowns, made the women present quite uncomfortable.

However, they were aware of the group's identities, so they could only lower their heads and remain silent. Moreover, the book appreciation banquet they had organized was indeed not presentable.

Seeing that they remained silent, Chen Bao's arrogance and attitude grew even more overbearing. He led several students to the pavilion, walked to the table of one of the women, picked up the book on her table, and chuckled, "What kind of book is this? 'Between Square Inches'? This is just a third-rate book, worthy of hosting a book appreciation banquet? Do you know what kind of book we are holding a book appreciation banquet next door? That is the latest miscellaneous notes by the number one scholar of today!"

Liu Rujing, the foremost scholar of our time, is a great Confucian scholar. His book appreciation banquets must be of a high standard, with only literary figures, scholars, and talented individuals qualified to attend.

None of the young ladies in this group of women knew this gentleman. Faced with the disdain in Chen Baosheng's words, they were angry but helpless.

However, Liang Suxin was not convinced. Her father was a general, and as the daughter of a general, she had always been as straightforward as her father. How could she stand to be slandered by such a person?

So she retorted rudely, "We're holding this book appreciation banquet in a proper and respectable way. What business is it of you men? Any book that people like to read is a good book. The books we're reading aren't low-class books!"

“Exactly! You haven’t even read the book before making such a judgment; you’re not worthy of being called scholars.” Bai Zunxing also stepped forward to encourage Liang Suxin.

“What good can a tattered book be? You women are shameless, you just love to see shameful books!” Chen Baosheng angrily pointed at Liang Suxin and Bai Zunxing’s faces.

The women in the pavilion looked at Chen Baosheng in fear, afraid that he would hit them. After all, he looked terrifying when he was angry, and he was accompanied by a group of students.

"Brother Chen, in my opinion, this book is no worse than those books by literary figures that you admire. Each story uses simple language, but each story can teach us to love our country and our family, and even to be an upright person. Isn't that enough?"

At this moment, a student from the Imperial Academy stepped out from among the most inconspicuous people behind Chen Baosheng and stopped Chen Baosheng's behavior.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that the student was dressed in patched clothes but was neat and clean, and had a rather handsome appearance.

Chen Baosheng was speechless, and then Liang Suxin said, "I think you should go back and read this book carefully before you speak to us with that arrogant tone!"

"Guan Yan! Don't forget who brought you to Mr. Liu's book appreciation banquet! You just wait!" Chen Baosheng glared at him through gritted teeth, but because there were other people around, he couldn't lose face. He left the pavilion with a group of students who were trying to curry favor with him, leaving Guan Yan alone.

Unbeknownst to them, someone was brewing tea in the pavilion on the other side, and through the blurry screen, they could vaguely see two figures secretly watching them.

You can hear the rustling of falling leaves, but you can only hear one person's voice if you get close.

"Interesting. 'Between Square Inches'? I've never heard of it before, but it's intriguing."

"It's just lowbrow stuff, only young ladies like to watch it."

After the screen separated them, the two people behind it stopped talking.

After Chen Baosheng left, Guan Yan felt it inappropriate to stay in the pavilion, which was full of women. Just as she was about to say goodbye and leave, she was stopped by a noblewoman who was standing at the front and was the first one to speak up in anger.

"May I ask this young man's name?"

"My name is Guan Yan, courtesy name Huali." After giving his name, Guan Yan felt it inconvenient to stay any longer, so he left directly.

Looking at the slender figure, Liang Suxin felt the name sounded familiar, "Guan Yan..."

She murmured to herself, and suddenly remembered that his name had appeared in the list of authors of "Between Square Inches," and there was a story in which Liang Suxin particularly liked. She never expected it to be him.