My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

inside the room.

Mo Li stood frozen in place.

She looked down at herself and then touched herself.

No, really no.

That soft armor is really gone!!

"this……"

Mo Li's face paled slightly as she tried to recall what had happened last night.

Drinking and chatting about math with Jiang Xiaobai.

They talked about mechanisms again, and later it seemed they mentioned the Xuanlin Armor.

Later... Mo Li's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

She remembered saying something about soft armor.

After that, all that remained in her mind was a jumbled mess of images; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it.

Mo Li quickly walked to the clothes rack next to her, looked through it carefully, and found nothing.

She looked behind the screen, beside the bed, and even opened the cabinet to check, but still nothing.

"Manager Chang!"

Mo Li couldn't help but shout.

No sooner had she finished speaking than footsteps sounded outside, and soon a figure strode in—it was Chang Ying.

Chang Ying was taken aback when she saw Mo Li standing in the room, looking visibly flustered. She then sighed softly, "Young Master, you're awake?"

"Hmm, Steward Chang, where's my soft armor?"

Mo Li looked at Chang Ying, her voice becoming more urgent: "It's the soft armor I usually wear!"

"It's been given away."

Chang Ying looked at Mo Li, her tone filled with helplessness.

"Give it away?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Li froze again: "Who did you give it to?"

"It's Prince Jiang!"

Chang Ying sighed and stepped forward, saying, "You drank too much yesterday and had a pleasant chat with Prince Jiang. Later, when the topic of the Xuanlin Armor came up, you mentioned that you had a lighter and more form-fitting soft armor."

"and then?"

Mo Li's voice softened.

For some reason, she suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Then you will take it off and personally present it to Prince Jiang."

Chang Ying looked at Mo Li: "I stopped you and took you back to your room."

"Once we got to the room, I kept advising you that the soft armor was given to you personally by the shop owner and shouldn't be given away casually."

"But you just won't listen."

"I……"

Mo Li opened her mouth: "Really?"

"Yes."

Chang Ying continued, "Not only did you not listen, but after taking it off, you tried to rush outside."

"I tried my best to stop you, and finally agreed to help you send it out, and only then did you calm down."

what?

Mo Li's mind went blank when she heard this.

Good heavens, what on earth did she do?

That was the soft armor she wore close to her skin!

Normally, she feels uncomfortable even if someone else just glances at her, let alone giving her away.

As a result, I drank too much last night and actually gave it to Jiang Xiaobai?

Or did she insist on giving it to her?

Mo Li's expression grew increasingly unnatural. Finally, she looked at Chang Ying and said in a low voice, "Manager Chang, that soft armor... can I get it back?"

"That's something I wear personally!"

"this……"

Upon hearing this, Chang Ying's expression also became awkward: "Young Master, isn't this inappropriate?"

"You've already given it away; it would be too awkward to ask for it back now."

Mo Li's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything for a moment.

Yes.

Things that have been given away, you want back.

And it was delivered just now, and they were about to come back.

This is so ugly.

But if she doesn't come back... Mo Li looked down at herself, her face growing hotter.

That thing is meant to be worn close to the body.

If Jiang Xiaobai really wore it, wouldn't that be amazing!

Thinking of this, Mo Li felt completely overwhelmed.

"Young Master."

Seeing this, Chang Ying could only lower her voice and say, "Actually, it's not that simple; there's absolutely no way."

"What method?"

Mo Li immediately looked at Chang Ying.

"Wait until the Xuanlin Armor is finished."

Chang Ying said, "At that time, you can exchange the Xuanlin Armor for Prince Jiang's back."

"After all, what Young Master Jiang needs is something to protect him. As long as the Xuanlin Armor is made, I think Young Master Jiang will not refuse it."

"this……"

Mo Li frowned, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Sigh, let me think of a way. If that doesn't work, this is the only option."

As she spoke, Mo Li couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her forehead.

I really shouldn't have drunk that wine yesterday.

No, from now on, she can't touch this wine whenever Jiang Xiaobai is around.

Otherwise, who knows what they might do.

Chang Ying looked at Mo Li's appearance and felt both amused and helpless.

The young master was very happy when he delivered it last night.

Now that they're awake, they realize they're in a hurry.

She asked Mo Li yesterday if he regretted it.

As a result... Mo Li answered very readily, and definitely wouldn't regret it!

Now, well, just as she thought.

……

For the next two days, Jiang Xiaobai quieted down and stayed obediently in the Marquis's residence, not going anywhere.

Meanwhile, in the capital, a piece of news spread far and wide.

Indeed, the news that "On Teachers" and "On Horses" were written by Jiang Xiaobai spread far and wide.

At first, the news only circulated among the students.

But gradually, things took a turn for the worse.

Not only students, but also ordinary people, merchants, restaurant waiters, and even street vendors selling sesame cakes started talking about it.

What do you mean by buying the top scholar title? It's just that Prince Jiang is hiding his true abilities!

Phrases like "Young Master Jiang is actually a man of great talent" can be heard almost everywhere.

Moreover, as time went on, the news spread faster and faster, and the rumors became increasingly outrageous.

Jiang Xiaobai is not only the best poet and writer in the world, but also a martial arts master who is invincible!

At this moment, at Chen Zhanqiu's residence.

Chen Zhanqiu stood in the study, his brows furrowed, pacing back and forth, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and Zhao Sheng walked in.

"Young Master Zhao, you've finally arrived!"

Upon seeing Zhao Sheng, Chen Zhanqiu immediately stopped and said in a low voice, "Something's not quite right here!"

"Something's not right?"

Zhao Sheng looked at Chen Zhanqiu with a calm expression.

"The news spread too fast."

Chen Zhanqiu frowned and said, "I arranged for someone to spread this message, originally intending it only to be spread among the students."

"But what about now? It's only been a few days, and the whole capital knows about it!"

As he spoke, Chen Zhanqiu's expression grew even more somber: "Isn't this speed a bit too fast?"

That's right. Even if the news spreads quickly among the students, it's impossible for it to become known throughout the city in such a short time.

But now, it's the small vendors who are saying it.

People in restaurants and teahouses are talking about it; wherever people gather, they're discussing this matter.

Moreover, the more the story spread, the more it seemed true. Some said Jiang Xiaobai had been hiding his talents for many years, while others said Jiang Xiaobai did not buy the top scholar's name, but was genuinely capable.

Some people said that it's no wonder His Majesty appointed Jiang Xiaobai to investigate the imperial examination scandal.

If this trend continues, something really bad might happen.

"Young Master Zhao!"

Chen Zhanqiu looked at Zhao Sheng, his voice even deeper: "Is there something wrong here?"

"What could be wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng smiled faintly: "In this situation, hehe, either the Jiang family spread the rumor themselves, or we might as well make it a fact."

"Or maybe it's someone who also dislikes the Zhenbei Marquis's residence and just happened to spread the word for us."

"So, this isn't necessarily a bad thing for us."

"But what if it actually comes true?"

Chen Zhanqiu couldn't help but say, "If those two articles really become Jiang Xiaobai's property, wouldn't that actually help him?"

"Help him?"

Zhao Sheng, as if he had heard a joke, smiled sarcastically: "Lord Chen, have you forgotten something?"

"What?"

Chen Zhanqiu looked at Zhao Sheng, a look of confusion flashing across his face.

"It's fake, it's fake."

Zhao Sheng said with a mocking expression, "Heh, no matter how true the rumor is, it's still false in the end!"