Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

After reprimanding the pageboy, Lin Moyan examined the papers in his hand.

The first sheet was the entrance exam questions. I huddled with Zhang Yongqing to look at it. At first glance, the handwriting... was truly unbearable to look at.

Zhang Yongqing coughed, frowned with a strange expression, and began to examine the document carefully.

After reading it, he forced a smile and said, "Ahem, the title is correct."

The handwriting is really not good, haha!

Lin Moyan was indeed dissatisfied. "Even a child learning to write characters is better than this person!"

"A person's handwriting reflects their character; if their handwriting is poor, even the most eloquent person is useless!"

He turned to Xiaolian and asked, "Is she still alive? If so, let her go back!"

Tell her she failed the test and ask her to inquire at another academy!

Xiao Lian responded and left, saying, "Yes, sir, I'll go right away!"

He thought to himself, "It seems that person is not only bad at writing, but also lacks knowledge."

Zhang Yongqing chuckled, "Senior Sister Mo Yan, can't you practice your calligraphy properly in the future? Why bother?"

"This is a school, not a calligraphy studio. This is a crucial moment for the students."

"To prepare her for next year's county-level exam, should we give her separate calligraphy lessons?"

These two sentences left Zhang Yongqing speechless for a moment.

"In that case, let's put that aside and look at the test that Kyoto-sensei gave us first!"

Lin Moyan nodded and put the paper Han Zixuan had written on aside.

"Junior sister, look, these are the test questions the teacher gave us."

What countermeasures should be taken in the event of a river breaching its banks? How can grain production be increased?

Ignore the densely written characters and focus only on the regular script font above.

He did not take Han Zixuan's writing to heart.

Upon seeing the test questions, the two began to analyze the current political situation in Fenglin Kingdom!

This year, the Yellow River breached its banks in Yu and Huai prefectures, resulting in the deaths of thousands of people.

Thousands of acres of fertile land were flooded, leaving the people of the two prefectures with no harvest!

Increasing grain production has always been a goal pursued by monarchs of various countries.

If any monarch has a good harvest and grain production increases during his reign, he will be praised as a wise ruler.

Lin Moyan calmly said, "The teacher's letter said that Her Majesty the Empress allowed all officials to speak freely and find solutions in court!"

Anyone who can offer a good solution will be greatly rewarded.

"Actually, rewarding people is secondary; if there is a truly beneficial policy for the people, it will benefit all people!"

"The teacher asked us to think about it too, and then write two more policy essays to send back to Kyoto!"

Finish reading

Zhang Yongqing nodded, "Okay, I'll write it when I get back."

His eyes fell on the words covering the paper, and the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

"Senior Sister Mo Yan, wait a minute, what's written on this... this..."

Although the handwriting was messy, Zhang Yongqing still managed to read it fluently!

I was greatly shocked when I saw the list of events written above.

He stammered to Lin Moyan, "Senior sister, what a brilliant plan! The method is feasible... This person is a genius."

Grain...selecting grain varieties is also a good approach.

Lin Moyan also saw the feasibility of the method described above.

The two looked at the messy, illegible handwriting above, their eyes trembling.

I carefully examined it, then put it into my mind, and then a series of questions arose.

Confused, Zhang Yongqing suddenly realized, "Senior sister, where is she! Don't let her get away!"

Lin Moyan also came to his senses and remembered that he had asked Xiaolian to chase people away!

We can't send it away, it's a treasure!

Lifting her skirt, she ran quickly towards the gate, only to find that Xiaolian had already closed it.

A chill ran through her. Had he left? Upon hearing the Master's words, Xiao Lian went to the door to inform Han Zixuan, who was waiting there.

“This student, our teacher has read the test you wrote.”

You did not pass the Mingjing Hall test, please leave!

Xiaolian spoke each word clearly without any belittling or mocking language.

Han Zixuan frowned. Well, all her ambitions and grand plans ultimately failed her entrance exam.

Even with her photographic memory, a psychic ability, she still rarely had the chance to use it.

Do we really have to spend money to go to that Zhiyuan Academy?

She had money, but she just didn't feel comfortable at Zhiyuan Academy.

Sigh, forget it, I'll just have to find another school!

Now that we have horse-drawn carriages, can we go to other counties to see if there are any suitable academies?

Thinking of this, Han Zixuan could only lower her head and sigh as she left.

Say goodbye to the little girl and say "Thank you!"

No matter how much trouble they had gone to for him, he was still very polite.

The little girl waved, and Han Zixuan got into the carriage and drove away!

Thinking about what to cook when I get home!

Even though there haven't been many results, we can't neglect ourselves!

"Where is the person who answered the question for Xiaolian?" Zhang Yongqing asked breathlessly.

Xiao Lian was bewildered by the two teachers' appearance. "Teachers...they just left."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yongqing and Lin Moyan quickly ran outside and saw a carriage that hadn't gone far!

He hurriedly chased after her, shouting, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty! Stop! Stop!"

"The queen ahead, stop immediately!"

The two chased after him, shouting as they ran. It was cold today, and they were wearing cotton-padded coats.

Running was really strenuous, but that couldn't dampen their excitement.

Han Zixuan gently shook the riding whip in her hand, thinking about what would happen next.

Suddenly I heard someone calling from behind, and I turned around out of curiosity.

Two women were seen running behind his car, shouting as they ran!

The target was clearly their own side, so they quickly grabbed the reins of the carriage.

She wanted to know why the two men were chasing her carriage.

Lin Moyan and Zhang Yongqing finally breathed a sigh of relief when the carriage stopped.

They almost, almost did, and they both broke out in a sweat in the cold weather.

When they reached the car, the two calmed down for a moment, but they were still a little unsteady on their feet.

Seeing Han Zixuan's stunning beauty, her face as delicate as a peach blossom with dew, her skin as white as snow and radiant with a lustrous glow.

Her eyes were bright and expressive, her nose was straight and beautifully shaped, and her lips were like cherries, naturally red without any makeup.

She stood tall and graceful.

Lin Moyan, her breath unsteady, began, "Lady...Lady, please...wait...we are..."

"The Master of Mingjing Hall"

Zhang Yongqing, standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

Han Zixuan asked in surprise, "Oh, hello, teachers!"

Didn't I fail the test? Why are these two teachers chasing after my carriage?

With a curious look, he asked, "Is there something you two can help with?"

Lin Moyan, clutching her wildly beating chest, said, "It's like this, we've seen your test question."

"We believe you have great potential, and you've been accepted into Mingjing Hall!"

"We can't let them get away," Han Zixuan frowned, "But just now..."

Didn't they just say it was substandard? How come it's qualified now?

Zhang Yongqing turned his head and added, "Yes, I didn't understand what you meant before."

Now that I understand, I realize you have a lot of ideas.

"That way you can come to the school to register tomorrow, not today!"

Once a person enters the Mingjing Hall, they cannot escape.

Han Zixuan nodded, then asked with a suspicious look about the preparations needed for enrollment!

After hearing this, Lin Moyan coughed lightly and began to explain. "The tuition fee is twelve taels of silver per year. Students can bring their own food, and the school also has a canteen."

Only two taels of silver are needed per month for food.

Han Zixuan nodded; this sum of money was more than half less than that of Zhiyuan Academy.

"It's not bad at all," Han Zixuan said calmly, looking at the setting sun.

"It's probably not possible to enroll today. How about I prepare everything for my studies tomorrow and then come to register?"

It seems a bit too rushed now; I'm afraid my father and Qingxi will worry if I go back too late.