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

"What utter nonsense is this storybook! It's pure fantasy. If all our students read this kind of stuff, won't there be a talent shortage in the future!"

"It's not just the students; I've heard that after reading these stories, the women are fantasizing about finding a husband just like the ones in the stories. Now they're incredibly picky about husbands, especially the noble ladies! It's poisoned their minds; they're thinking about love and romance all the time. How can this be allowed to continue!"

Everyone was talking at once, and the room was about to erupt into chaos when Siye quickly stopped their heated discussion.

"Since the Chancellor is not here, why don't we discuss this with him first? We absolutely cannot allow this book to enter the Imperial Academy!"

"You can guard against it for a while, but you can't keep it out forever. There will always be oversights that you don't notice. In my opinion, it's best to stop this book from appearing on the market altogether!"

"Siye, what do you think?" Everyone turned their attention to Siye, who was standing to the side.

The Director of the Imperial Academy enjoyed being watched, or more accurately, he liked the feeling of being asked to make decisions when people had problems. He was always overshadowed by the Chief Minister above him, and he had long felt resentful.

"Of course we must eliminate it at the source!" The instructor's eyes sharpened.

Sometimes, the popularity of a book brings not only benefits but also a host of drawbacks.

Recently, for some reason, many people on the street have started commenting on "Starfall".

They felt that this story wasn't even worthy of being called a third-rate story, so how could they possibly keep it circulating and being promoted in Bianjing? Right now, it was only being implemented within Bianjing; what would happen if it spread to other towns?

Not only "Starfall Rain", but also Mr. Wuming's earlier novel "The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with His Little Maid" has been publicly criticized.

Most aristocratic families criticized similar points, namely that the story of the prince and the maid in the novel aroused the restless thoughts of the young maids, who then plotted how to climb into his bed every day.

Furthermore, "Starfall Rain" has too many flaws, portraying the protagonist as too perfect, making everyone want to find a husband like Nangong Fengyao and Dongfang Shu.

She also demanded that her husband be devoted to her and marry only one person in his life, and fantasized about being a lifelong couple like ordinary people.

How can this be allowed? If this happens, how will the family continue to grow and prosper!

But nowadays, there are many more young ladies from aristocratic families who hold this view!

If those noble ladies heard this, they would probably scoff: So many novels have been written about so many stories of one love for one lifetime, why can't they have such thoughts?

Such debates increased and soon erupted.

“Mr. Liu, I told you! How could anyone put their eyes on such a book? This is the retribution that has come back to haunt us.”

The two of them hadn't met since the last book appreciation banquet. This time, it wasn't just the two of them, but also some other literary figures, all of whom were well-known in the Jin Dynasty.

Mr. Liu was the foremost Confucian scholar of his time, and his books were treasured by scholars and writers. The man who spoke to Liu Rujing at this moment was also a great Confucian scholar of the time and a close friend of Liu Rujing.

"This is utter nonsense! How dare someone compare that nobody to Mr. Liu? They're simply ignorant and arrogant!"

"That's not right. These stories are, after all, from a different genre."

“In my opinion, the storybooks aren’t that bad!” Liu Rujing, sitting at the head of the table, ignored the arguing below and naturally chimed in.

"Rujing, you have such a good temper. Recently, all the book quotas we've been writing have been stolen by this Wuming. I finally managed to compile a travelogue, but all the limelight has been stolen by this storybook. I haven't sold many copies so far!"

"Yes, recently, apart from Zhiyu Bookstore, books in other bookstores are not selling well, except for those classics that are still being sold as usual."

"Even the largest bookstore in Bianjing isn't acceptable?"

The people next to him shook their heads helplessly.

Although they were famous and learned, and had students, they still relied on writing books to build their reputation and supplement their family income. They had always disdained writing books about such lowbrow and unsavory subjects.

Nature is very averse to the sudden emergence of ignorance.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Liu Rujing, sitting at the head of the table, didn't need to lift a finger; a few words were enough to easily ignite their anger.

"Naturally, I wrote a letter of rebuke!"

As a result, Ye Yuwu received many letters. Rumors were flying everywhere, and "Starfall Rain" was being criticized. She received more than twice as many letters as before.

Moreover, the letter was very thick; she didn't even need to read it to guess that it must be filled with insults directed at her.

Hua Ping and Zhang Rouyan sometimes helped her collect letters, and they also heard the cursing outside, so they looked at her with great concern.

Hua Ping couldn't help but complain that these people outside changed their tune so quickly. When they were reading the storybook before, they didn't say it was nonsense, but now everyone is criticizing it.

"This is slander! Slander!"

Suddenly, a sound came from upstairs; the once quiet wooden staircase was now filled with the clatter of footsteps.

In the blink of an eye, she saw Bai Zunxing, dressed in scarlet clothes, running down from upstairs. Her baby fat had not yet disappeared from her delicate oval face, but anger had already surfaced in her eyes.

"What do these people know? How dare they criticize Mr. Wuming like this! I must find the mastermind behind this! No, I must have my brother put them all in jail... *sound of spitting out*..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuwu was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth.

Good heavens! You can't say that in public. It's just as powerful as saying "My dad is so-and-so" in modern times!

But the little girl didn't understand any of this. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She tried to pry the hand off her mouth, and after a lot of effort, she heard a clear female voice.

“There’s no mastermind behind this. Even if you try to catch them all, you won’t be able to catch them all!” Liang Suxin hurriedly followed behind her, finally catching up with her before saying this.

"What should we do then? Should we just let things continue like this? If Mr. Wuming sees this, he'll be heartbroken! No, I have to write to Mr. Wuming to comfort him."

The young girl's temper flared up quickly. Now, thinking that Mr. Wuming might be secretly grieving in solitude, she felt extremely sad and heartbroken, just like a devoted book lover.

As she thought this, she lifted her skirt and was about to go back upstairs when she suddenly remembered something after taking only one step. She turned around and smiled at Ye Yuwu, a bright smile with a hint of flattery.

Ye Yuwu naturally understood the meaning in her eyes, and helplessly rubbed her forehead, "Alright, go write it, but today's work must be finished!"

"Thank you very much, shopkeeper!" Bai Zunxing said, then left with satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, shopkeeper. Zunxing has become a bit too simple-minded and straightforward because of her upbringing. The training she's had these past few days has made her more composed, but since Mr. Wuming is someone she admires, she can't help but be anxious and speak without thinking. Fortunately, you stopped her in time."

"It's alright, but we should still be more careful next time."

“Yes, I’ll talk to her about it later.” Liang Suxin nodded in agreement.

After saying that, Liang Suxin went upstairs.