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After leaving the East Courtyard, Song Qingning guessed that her mother must have figured something out.

She went to see Madam Zhang to inquire about Madam Lu's health.

"Madam Hou is in much better spirits, but she still needs to take care of her health. I will look after her well," said Madam Zhang.

Song Qingning thanked Zhang Niangzi.

That night, she delivered the knee pads to Song Shiyin.

The next day, the students were to enter the examination hall.

Song Qingning took a special leave to see her brother off.

Outside the examination hall, Song Qingning looked at Song Shiyin and said, "Brother, I believe in you. You can definitely be the person you want to be."

In his previous life, his brother's hand was broken by Liu, rendering him unable to hold a pen and ruining his path to the imperial examinations.

While the students were taking their exams, he would get completely drunk every day, lying on the ground so drunk that even beggars would come up and kick him.

But in this life.

Her brother stood before her, full of pride and confidence.

"Our Ning'er should also be the person she wants to be. Ning'er, wait for me!" Song Shiyin patted her head, his eyes full of affection.

On the carriage not far away.

Xie Xuanjin lifted the curtain and saw this scene, his brows furrowing slightly.

Uncle Qin, who was standing to the side, sensed the sudden sharpness emanating from his master and saw right through him. "Your Highness, that is the second young lady's brother."

The Emperor appointed the Prince and Prince Rui to jointly oversee this imperial examination.

But today is only for students to enter the examination hall, so he doesn't need to be there, yet he left early in the morning.

Upon seeing Miss Song, Uncle Qin finally understood the prince's thoughts.

What was it for official business?

He clearly came here just to see the second young lady.

The prince cared for the second young lady more than he had imagined.

As for how much...

"Your Highness, the Second Miss is a woman, and she will eventually have to get married," Uncle Qin sighed.

The prince gets jealous even when the second daughter's brother touches her head. Besides, he doesn't have a formal title, so what kind of jealousy is he feeling?

Xie Xuanjin gave him a cold glance and lowered the curtain.

But Uncle Qin's words kept echoing in his mind.

To get married.

But she said she wanted to marry someone she liked and who made her heart flutter.

Lately, I've been having that dream more and more frequently.

Not only frequently, but he also dreamed about other things.

I dreamt that he ascended the throne as emperor, but the position of empress was vacant.

Ministers submitted countless memorials, and even his mother and uncles urged him to select one of the many women to be made empress.

The dream was fragmented and very blurry.

But one scene stands out in particular.

The new emperor defied public opinion by marrying a memorial tablet inscribed with the four characters "Song Shi Qing Ning".

Xie Xuanjin was awakened by that absurd scene.

I only had this dream once.

He wanted to find out the reason behind it.

I'd also like to know, why Song Qingning?

Song Qingning sensed a gaze and looked over, only to see the carriage of the Prince of Huai's residence.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, a face blocked her view.

It's Jiang Sheng!

Jiang Sheng's face was covered in bruises, as if he had been severely beaten.

He was originally in a sorry state, but the smug look on his face made it seem as if he had already secured the top spot in the imperial examination.

Jiang Sheng walked confidently up to Song Qingning. "Song Qingning, soon we'll be colleagues. I'm your brother-in-law, and I'll take good care of you."

Song Qingning is in love with him.

He only needed to show her a little kindness to win her heart.

Song Qingning found it funny.

Do you think you passed the test?

She knew Jiang Sheng's capabilities all too well.

She questioned him.

Jiang Sheng wasn't annoyed; it was just a tactic to get his attention.

He understood women's hearts all too well.

Jiang Sheng wasn't in a hurry to tell Song Qingning that he had met a benefactor.

That day, he was walking at night when someone covered his head and beat him severely. Just when he felt extremely unlucky, someone came to deliver a message saying that His Highness Prince Rui had taken a liking to his talent.

This scientific expedition will help him get into high school.

Even before the exam, he was already destined for great success.

Jiang Sheng didn't know how Prince Rui had noticed him. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it must have been when he saw Shen Yue, the heir of the Duke of Shen's mansion, lying on the ground in a disheveled state at the City God Temple.

He helped him into the side room.

Shen Yue, out of gratitude, recommended him to Prince Rui.

That must be it!

"Heh, just you wait and see!" Jiang Sheng entered the examination hall triumphantly.

Song Qingning looked at him as if he were a fool.

He was just as confident in his past life, so Song Qingning wasn't surprised.

When Song Qingning returned to the Marquis's residence, all the servants were busy.

Song Qingning asked Hong Ling.

Hongling said, "Second Miss, everyone is preparing thank-you gifts for the relatives. The Lady of the Marquis is not well, so she invited the relatives who gave dowry gifts to the eldest young lady to hold a small banquet to express their gratitude."

Song Qingning was surprised.

How could Song Qingyan be happy with her mother doing this?

Before Song Qingning could ask, Hongling added, "The eldest young lady really doesn't like this marriage. Before you came back, she even went to the Lady of the Marquis's courtyard to make a scene."

"But the Lady Hou said that the marriage was arranged by the old Marquis, and the person was chosen by the young lady herself. It cannot be changed. Even if the young lady does not accept it, she has to accept it."

"I've heard that the Lady of the Marquis is gentle by nature, but why does she seem so firm about this matter?"

Song Qingning lowered her eyes.

This further confirmed yesterday's guess.

But what is Mother going to do?

"What did the young lady do after being rejected?" Song Qingning asked.

Hongling said, "The eldest young lady went to the second madam's west courtyard crying. Strangely enough, when the eldest young lady came out of the second madam's courtyard, she stopped crying and became very calm."

Calm down?

She has found a solution.

And Song Qingyan's solution...

Song Qingning looked at the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones she used for painting in her room.

Just then, Song Qingyan came to the door.

Upon seeing Hong Ling, Song Qingyan angrily shouted, "Get out of here right now! I have something to say to Song Qingning!"

Song Qingyan's temper became increasingly volatile.

In the past, people had to be careful about their demeanor, but now they openly reveal their true nature without any hesitation.

Song Qingning gave Hongling a wink, and Hongling then withdrew.

"Song Qingning, where are the paintings? I haven't had time to come see you lately, you must have painted quite a few, right? Bring them all out, don't keep a single one to yourself." Song Qingyan said arrogantly.

Song Qingning still gave her two words: "No painting."

"Didn't draw it? You didn't draw it last time either, and I forgave you. Song Qingning, what do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? You dare to rebel?!" Song Qingyan glared at Song Qingning.

The wound on her face hadn't fully healed.

She wore a veiled hat, so no one could see her.

But when I make a big expression, my face hurts from the pulling motion.

The pain was so intense that I gasped for breath.

But this pain is far less than what Song Qingning suffered in her previous life.

Song Qingning stared at Song Qingyan, her gaze icy. "I'm too busy with official duties to paint. What? Does my cousin expect me to postpone the task assigned by the Emperor until after painting? Does my cousin consider herself superior to the Emperor?"

Song Qingning is also very good at using her influence to intimidate others.

"You..." Song Qingyan choked.

Forcing a smile, she said, "Song Qingning, don't make excuses. You really don't have a single one?"

"No," Song Qingning said.

She blinked and kindly suggested, "Shall I draw it now? I don't know if I'll have enough time."

That's too late!

Song Qingyan's face darkened.

She had to let Xie Yunli know immediately that she was Mingyue Xian.

Seeing her expression, Song Qingning asked again, "Did you finish using the paintings you painted before, cousin?"

This reminded Song Qingyan.

The painting wasn't used up.

She just needs more.

But that's all we can do for now.

"Song Qingning, you'd better draw for me when you have time. I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas." Song Qingyan glared at Song Qingning and left in a hurry.

She needed to devise a plan on how to make Prince Yun recognize her as Mingyue Xian.

After Song Qingyan left, Song Qingning summoned Hongling.

"I have something for you to do," Song Qingning whispered in Hongling's ear.