I'll steal Gao Qiu's life and lead the Song Dynasty to prosperity.

Three days later, in a side hall of the Chuigong Hall.

Zhao Xu sat upright behind the imperial desk.

Zhang Dun and Zhao Tingzhi stood on either side of the steps.

Zhang Dun stood upright, his eyes fixed on his nose, seemingly lost in thought; Zhao Tingzhi stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, though a faint sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead.

Old Zhao felt even more nervous than his son.

Footsteps approached from outside the palace. A eunuch announced this.

"Zhao Mingcheng, a student of the Imperial Academy, has been summoned to an audience with the emperor—"

"Announce."

Zhao Mingcheng stepped into the hall.

He was wearing the uniform of a college student—a white long gown, a blue jacket, a black turban, and a leather belt around his waist.

He walked at a steady pace, stopping seven steps before the emperor, bowing deeply, kneeling, and kowtowing.

This set of etiquette was something Zhao Mingcheng had specially practiced the night before meeting the emperor, and it was personally overseen by Ye Zuqia.

After all, this concerns the reputation of the Imperial Academy, so we absolutely cannot be careless.

"Student Zhao Mingcheng pays his respects to Your Majesty."

Standard etiquette, clear and resonant voice, neither arrogant nor humble.

Zhao Xu raised his eyes and sized up the young man below him.

He was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall and straight posture, a handsome face, and clear eyes that showed no fear.

His shoulders and back were straight when he bowed, and his robes and sleeves were neat when he knelt. This composure was not like that of someone meeting the emperor for the first time.

"Rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhao Mingcheng stood up, his hands at his sides, his gaze fixed on the ground three feet in front of him.

"I have read your policy essay." Zhao Xu placed the exam paper on the table. "The data is detailed and insightful. In particular, your rebuttal of the 'opening up the borders depletes the country' argument is very clear in its calculations."

"Your Majesty flatters me." Zhao Mingcheng bowed slightly.

"However," Zhao Xu changed the subject, his voice now carrying a hint of inquiry.

"I am very curious. You are a mere student of the Imperial Academy, having spent so long in Bianjing, how did you come to know the specific figures for the Northwest military expenditure and the profits from salt and iron? Did someone provide them, or..." He paused,

"Based on mere conjecture, and built on closed doors?"

The air inside the hall suddenly tightened.

Zhang Dun slightly raised his eyelids, and Zhao Tingzhi held his breath.

This is a sharp question, not only testing the authenticity of the data, but also probing whether someone has formed a faction or relies on powerful figures to obtain secrets.

If one answers incorrectly, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor.

Zhao Mingcheng was well-prepared for this question.

These data were actually derived by him based on later research and real historical materials from the Song Dynasty, but all of them have explanations.

Zhao Mingcheng remained expressionless and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty, the data I have presented is all based on facts."

"Firstly, the military expenditure for the Xihe border expansion was 2.4 million strings of cash, as recorded in the copy of the 'Xining Accounting Records' compiled by the Three Departments and available in the Imperial Academy Library. This book records major income and expenditure during the reign of Emperor Shenzong, and I, as a student, have read it carefully because I am interested in the border expansion."

"Secondly, the tea, horse, and salt taxes increased by 450,000 strings of cash, based on a memorial submitted by the Censorate in a certain year of the Yuan You era. That memorial listed a comparison of annual revenue before and after the recovery of Xihe, which students can use in a timely manner."

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Xu's eyes.

The Imperial Academy Library does indeed possess the "Xi Ning Accounting Records," and the old memorials from the Censorate were not confidential.

But it's quite remarkable that this young man can remember it so accurately and even apply it in reverse.

"As for the accounts of gains and losses in Huangzhou," Zhao Mingcheng continued.

"This is indeed a student's estimate. The imperial court stationed about 20,000 troops in Huangzhou, and according to the military expenditure standards for the border areas of Shaanxi, the annual expenditure was about 200,000 strings of cash."

He raised his head, his gaze calm.

"I am well aware that the actual situation is ever-changing, and the figures in the accounts also need to be verified. The specific measures should be based on the reports from the border officials on the ground—this is my original intention, and I have absolutely no intention of presuming on His Majesty's will or overstepping my bounds."

Zhao Mingcheng's words progressed step by step.

First, explain that the data source is public and legal; then, demonstrate the ability to integrate and extrapolate information; finally, sincerely state that you know your limits and are not arrogant.

This not only answered the questions but also demonstrated a pragmatic attitude.

Zhao Xu's expression softened, and his interest deepened. He leaned forward slightly.

"Then let me ask you, if you were appointed magistrate of a county, which of the two laws—the Green Sprouts Act and the exemption from corvée labor—would take precedence? And how would you govern your subordinates?"

This is a real practical test, which is more difficult than simply answering a few policy questions.

Zhang Dun, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Zhao Mingcheng pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the principle of 'adapting to local conditions' should be followed. If the people of a county are poor and the land is barren, the Green Sprouts Act can alleviate the urgent need for spring planting and should be implemented first. However, the key is to select fair local officials, simplify procedures, and prevent clerks from extorting money."

He paused, then added.

"In fact, both laws are well-intentioned, but the problems in their implementation lie mostly in the corruption of officials. The law is the tool, and the officials are the hands. If the hands are not clean, even the best tool will be used incorrectly."

"Most of it lies in the administration of officials..." Zhao Xu murmured repeatedly, a look of admiration flashing in his eyes.

This hits the nail on the head. The new law has been in effect for many years, and its success or failure truly hinges on people.

Those old-party members who opposed the new law mostly attacked its implementation, rather than its legal principles.

"Let me ask you again," Zhao Xu continued, "if I were to appoint you to manage the Hehuang region, what would be your primary task? How would you ensure the peace and stability of the Han and non-Han peoples and maintain long-term control?"

This problem is bigger and more dangerous.

A student of the Imperial Academy, discussing the management of border regions, could easily be seen as arrogant if he were not careful.

Zhao Mingcheng remained calm.

"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the primary task is not to hastily expand territory, but to consolidate the recaptured strongholds. We should build cities, cultivate land, and establish post stations in key locations to create stable grain and trade routes. This is what is meant by 'military and political power as a shield'."

"As for pacifying both Han and non-Han peoples and ensuring long-term stability," he raised his eyes, his gaze clear, "I believe that we should 'stabilize the borders through trade.' We should protect trade routes, establish markets, and allow non-Han tribes to trade tea, horses, salt, and iron, so that they can gain real benefits from peace. Where there is profit, people's hearts will naturally be at ease. Once livelihoods are stable and trade routes are open, we can gradually promote the rule of the king, establish schools, and promote education—this is the only long-term solution."

"Use commerce to stabilize the borders..." Zhao Xu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes sparkling.

Zhao Mingcheng's words differed from the old tune of those in the court who advocated "using both suppression and appeasement" and "combining power and virtue."

It grasped the crux of the border issue: interests.

The rebellions of the tribes were mostly driven by the need to make a living.

If trade routes can provide them with a means of survival and mutual markets can stabilize their livelihoods, the foundation for their resistance will naturally dissipate.

It has a connotation of subduing the enemy without fighting.

As Zhang Dun listened from below the steps, the corners of his mouth, which had been tightly clenched, finally relaxed slightly.

He glanced at Zhao Mingcheng, and his eyes showed genuine appreciation.

This kid is not only talented in writing, but also insightful and discerning.

Zhao Tingzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was sweating even more.

My son answered well, so well that it made him nervous.

The hall was silent for a moment.

Zhao Xu suddenly changed the subject, his tone seemingly casual, yet carrying an invisible pressure.

"I've heard that you have a close relationship with Prince Duan, often discussing calligraphy, painting, and epigraphy, and you're also skilled at playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football)." His gaze was piercing.

"Are you aspiring to serve the world, or to pursue artistic and entertaining pursuits?"

This question has finally come to light.

Zhao Tingzhi's heart was in his throat.

Zhang Dun also raised his head.

Zhao Mingcheng took a deep breath and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Duan is a man of exceptional talent, excelling in calligraphy, painting, and seal carving. It is a great honor for me to have His Highness's favor and to have the opportunity to learn from and exchange ideas with him. His Highness's benevolence and appreciation for talent is a model of elegance for the imperial family."

Zhao Mingcheng first affirmed Prince Duan, thus upholding the dignity of the royal family.

"However, the students' aspirations were already evident in their policy proposals." His voice was clear and his words were distinct.

"Arts and literature are secondary to self-cultivation; governing the world and benefiting the people is my lifelong wish. Students enter the Imperial Academy to study the classics, so that one day they can emulate Fan Zhongyan and 'be the first to worry about the world's troubles.'"

He then expressed his aspirations, citing Fan Zhongyan as his role model.

Fan Zhongyan's words expressed the highest ideal of the scholar-officials, and both the new and old parties took this as their example.

"Whether it is Your Highness's kind intention or the teachings of the teachers at the Imperial Academy, what they expect of their students is to become useful talents for the country and the people. Their students will never forget this."

Zhao Mingcheng's answer not only respected Prince Duan, but also clarified his aspirations, and perfectly linked his personal pursuits with the expectations of the royal family and the teachings of his teachers.

Zhao Xu stared at him for a long time before a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

This young man is intelligent, clear-headed, and knows when to advance and retreat.

He knows what matters and how to handle trivial matters.

What is even more commendable is his composure; he did not become arrogant because of the prince's favor, nor did he panic when questioned by the emperor.

"Very well." Zhao Xu nodded slowly. "Since you know your aspirations, I will say no more."

He paused, his tone shifting to admonition, yet also carrying expectation.

"Prince Duan is fond of arts and literature. Your interactions should focus on exchanging knowledge and cultivating your character. The court needs capable individuals; do not disappoint me."

Zhao Xu did not forcibly sever the connection between Zhao Mingcheng and Zhao Ji, because that would appear as suspicion between brothers.

However, it also clarified the "bottom line" of their relationship (it can only be elegant exchanges), and issued a warning ("Do not disappoint my expectations" means: anyone who dares to get involved in politics will be severely punished).

They granted permission, but also drew red lines.

Zhao Mingcheng bowed.

"The students will heed the sacred teachings."

Zhao Xu finally relaxed and turned to Zhao Tingzhi with a smile.

"Zhao Qing, you have done a good job of raising your son."

Zhao Tingzhi quickly stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I am deeply humbled. My son is young and inexperienced, and it is already a great favor that Your Majesty has shown me such concern. I will certainly discipline him strictly in the future so that he will not fail Your Majesty's expectations."

"Hmm." Zhao Xu then looked at Zhang Dun. "What does Prime Minister Zhang think of this young man?"

Zhang Dun stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Mingcheng's talent and knowledge are both excellent. What is even more rare is his pragmatic thinking and ambition to govern the country. If he is properly nurtured, he will be able to serve the country in time."

Receiving this evaluation from Prime Minister Zhang relieved Zhao Tingzhi of a great weight.

Zhao Tingzhi was originally a marginal figure in the New Party and always wanted to squeeze into the inner circle.

Zhao Tingzhi truly made a name for himself by gaining the approval of Zhang Dun, a senior figure in the New Party, for his son's performance today.

Zhao Xu nodded and said to Zhao Mingcheng.

"Go back now and continue to focus on your studies. I will review your exam paper after the civil service examination next March."

"Students must do their utmost to live up to the Emperor's grace."

"Step down."

"Students take their leave."

Zhao Mingcheng bowed again, stood up, took three steps back, turned and left the hall, his steps still steady, his robes and sleeves not disheveled.

……

As he stepped out of the Chuigong Hall, the afternoon sun made Zhao Mingcheng squint. He walked along the palace path with his back straight, but his palms were already slightly sweaty.

The question and answer exchange in the hall just now, seemingly calm, was actually fraught with danger at every turn.

Especially the last question about Prince Duan; answering it wrong by even one word would mean certain death.

Fortunately, he passed the test.

Outside the palace gates, Zhao Mingcheng and Zhao Tingzhi came out.

Zhao Tingzhi came out after him, and his first words were...

"How are you feeling? Still nervous today?"

"To answer Father's question, I am still a little nervous," Zhao Mingcheng said softly, "but Your Majesty gives me a very warm feeling."

Zhao Tingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately composed himself and said solemnly.

"That's natural. The Emperor loves the New Party and its members. If His Majesty has already taken a liking to you, you must be even more cautious. From today onward, countless eyes will be watching you. You must be careful in your words and actions."

"My son understands."

The father and son boarded the carriage.

The curtains were drawn, isolating the outside world.

Zhao Tingzhi finally relaxed, leaned against the carriage wall, closed his eyes for a long time, and suddenly sighed:

"You answered very well today."

Zhao Tingzhi not only praised his son's talent, but also his son's response.

His son's composure and resourcefulness in front of the emperor far exceeded his expectations.

Zhao Mingcheng didn't speak, but looked out the window. The carriage drove through the Imperial Street, and the hustle and bustle of the market rushed towards him.

The cries of the pancake vendor, the laughter of children, the sound of the peddler's drum...

This is the true essence of everyday life in the Song Dynasty.

Inside the palace walls, in the Chui Gong Hall, Zhao Xu was speaking to Zhang Dun.

"Minister Zhang, this boy is indeed a promising talent. Keep a close eye on him."

Zhang Dun bowed: "Your subject understands."

"As for Prince Duan..." Zhao Xu paused.

"He has a carefree personality, and it's natural for him to appreciate talent. Zhao Mingcheng is also a person with his own ideas and won't be easily swayed by him. There's no need to stop the two of them from interacting; just keep things in line."

"Your Majesty is wise."