By a twist of fate, the illegitimate son of the Marquis's family marries the county princess.

The next day

Wen Zongji opened his eyes and looked at Pei Rujing, who was still sleeping beside him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Last night, he suddenly launched a night raid. I thought Pei Rujing would be angry. In fact, the county princess did seem very angry, but she was all talk and no action. From the fact that Pei Rujing didn't send him back to the east wing like last time, I knew that the county princess didn't really resist Wen Zongji's night raid.

Wen Zongji had never been in a relationship before, and his only experience after transmigrating was with Pei Rujing.

In the past, Wen Zongji could easily coax Pei Rujing like a child, but now that their relationship has changed and Wen Zongji considers Pei Rujing the person he loves, their way of getting along naturally needs to change.

But he didn't really understand women's thoughts, and most of the time he was figuring it out.

Judging from Pei Rujing's behavior last night, we can't always judge a woman's words and actions by what she says, because she may be saying the opposite of what she means.

……

Pei Rujing only woke up slowly after Wen Zongji went to his shift.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he recalled everything that happened last night and couldn't help but curse himself for being so weak.

She had just made up her mind to leave Wen Zongji out of the way for a while, but as soon as he got close to her, she forgot everything.

You're so disappointing!

Pei Rujing sat upright in front of her dressing table, looking at the maids serving behind her, thinking that Wen Zongji must have been seen by the maids when he left early this morning.

To save face, Pei Rujing preemptively asked, "Who secretly let my husband into the main room last night?"

Qinghe and the others exchanged glances and pleaded guilty, saying, "We are guilty, please punish us, Your Highness."

Pei Rujing frowned in feigned concern: "If it weren't for the fact that you've served me for so many years, I would never have let you off the hook. This is a one-time exception."

"Yes."

Qinghe and the others knew very well that if they said it would be a one-time exception, they would truly be "guilty" if they actually stopped Wen Zongji from entering the room next time.

After Pei Rujing finished questioning her, Granny Feng asked, "It's cold outside today. Does the Princess still wish to leave the manor?"

Pei Rujing felt a chill when she woke up this morning, so she put on an extra layer of clothing.

Did your husband put on some clothes when he left?

Hearing her concern for Wen Zongji, Granny Feng smiled and said, "Princess, don't worry, Qinghe has prepared warm clothes for your son-in-law today."

When Wen Zongji went to work, he definitely had to wear his official robes, but there were no rules about what he could wear underneath. The official robes were loose, so there was no problem adding a few more layers.

Actually, it was fine for Wen Zongji just to go to his post. He would take a horse-drawn carriage on the way, and it was only a short distance that would be a bit cold.

Those court officials who had to attend the morning court session before dawn were truly tormented; most people couldn't withstand the torment of the morning court session.

Sometimes, having good health is also very important.

Pei Rujing was slightly relieved and said, "We won't go out today. Qinghe, send someone to tell Mao Zheng's husband to name the newspaper 'Floating Life Chronicles,' and the newspaper agency will be called 'Floating Life Newspaper Agency.'"

Mao Zheng also needs to order a plaque. The sooner you tell him his name, the sooner the plaque will be made.

Qinghe responded, "Yes."

……

Meanwhile, Mao Zheng had already begun recruiting editors for the newspaper, naturally prioritizing intellectuals.

Because the newspaper had not yet been officially established, he did not publicize it extensively, but simply spread the news through his own network of connections.

Each bookstore knows the most readers, so it's naturally easier for them to recruit suitable people.

After receiving the message from Pei Rujing, Mao Zheng personally went to commission a plaque. When he returned, he found that there was a young man wearing a brocade robe in Ruijintang.

Upon seeing Mao Zheng, the young man cupped his hands and said, "Manager Mao, my name is Zheng Shaohui. I've heard that Manager Mao needs to recruit some scholars?"

When Mao Zheng recruited people through those bookstores, he didn't say it was to establish the first newspaper in the capital, but rather that he needed scholars to do some work.

Mao Zheng already thought Zheng Shaohui looked familiar, and upon hearing the name, he realized: "The eldest son of Zheng's Silk Shop?"

"It is I."

"Shouldn't Young Master Zheng be preparing for the next imperial examination?"

Changxing Street is neither too big nor too small. He knew Zheng Shaohui because the year Zheng Shaohui passed the imperial examination, the Zheng family's silk shop held a three-day banquet to celebrate. It was hard not to remember.

Zheng Shaohui said, "My knowledge is limited, and there is no benefit in studying hard at home. So I have decided to come out and find something to do."

Mao Zheng was still puzzled: "Wouldn't it be more appropriate for Young Master Zheng to patronize his own silk shop?"

Zheng Shaohui shook his head: "I need a job that can increase my knowledge."

Mao Zheng looked at him: "Does Young Master Zheng think I have it here?"

Zheng Shaohui nodded.

Why this judgment?

"intuition."

Mao Zheng: "...Good answer."

Zheng Shaohui indeed came to Ruijintang based solely on his intuition.

Nowadays, everyone knows that Mao Zheng is Wen Zongji's mouthpiece. The auction that caused such a sensation back then was hosted by Mao Zheng, which shows that he was very useful to Wen Zongji.

When Mao Zheng suddenly wanted to recruit some scholars, Zheng Shaohui's first thought upon learning of this was that it was related to Wen Zongji.

So Zheng Shaohui came.

Mao Zheng didn't delve into it further. If a scholar could become an editor at Fusheng Newspaper, he would naturally be more than happy to accept it.

Leading Zheng Shaohui to the quiet room, Mao Zheng asked, "Young Master Zheng, are you familiar with the Beijing Gazette?"

Zheng Shaohui nodded: "I've watched every episode, from the first to the latest. Lord Wen is the person I admire the most."

Mao Zheng ignored the last sentence and said, "Then Young Master Zheng should also know that the imperial court allows private newspapers to be published. To be honest, Young Master Zheng, we have already obtained the private newspaper license issued by the Beijing Gazette Bureau and can now publish our own newspaper."

"My employer intends to start a newspaper and is currently looking for editors to review manuscripts. I am looking for scholars to see if there are any suitable editors."

Zheng Shaohui was only surprised for a moment before recovering and immediately said, "I can be an editor."

"Editors need to review manuscripts, including checking for typos and planning the layout, which is not an easy task."

Zheng Shaohui replied, "Please rest assured, Manager Mao. Since I have come here seeking a job, I will naturally do my best."

"Alright, once the newspaper is ready, Young Master Zheng can start working here. It's right next to Ruijintang."

Zheng Shaohui was a Juren (a successful candidate in the imperial examinations at the provincial level). If even he didn't know how to become an editor, then no one else was qualified.

It should be noted that most of the minor clerks in the Beijing Gazette Bureau who reviewed manuscripts were also scholars who had passed the imperial examinations.

There's not much difference between him and Zheng Shaohui.

Zheng Shaohui agreed: "Okay."

After leaving Ruijintang, the servant said, "Young master, if the master knew that you weren't studying at home but had instead found a job, he would probably be angry."

Zheng Shaohui calmly replied, "That newspaper clearly has close ties with Lord Wen. Father is very shrewd and won't object."

Even if he couldn't meet Wen Zongji, working as an editor at the newspaper for a period of time would be considered as having some indirect contact with Wen Zongji. He might not need it now, but who knows if he would need it when Zheng Shaohui enters the court in the future?

Born into a merchant family, Zheng Shaohui was used to thinking three steps ahead before taking any action, and he would always weigh the pros and cons in his mind before doing anything.