The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

The following day at noon, in the main hall of the island in the center of Taihu Lake.

Grandpa Lu specially had a large table of delicacies prepared, several levels higher than yesterday's.

He was in a good mood today, sitting in the main seat with a teacup in his hand, thinking about how to completely turn Jiang Lin, this troublemaker, into a grasshopper tied to the Lu family's rope.

In his view, even if Jiang Lin had extraordinary abilities, she was ultimately a rootless drifter with no background. The eldest daughter of the Lu family of Jiangnan, coupled with such immense wealth—who could resist such temptation?

As long as Jiang Lin bows down and accepts this marriage, then the grain contract trading center and the rules of Jiangnan will all be decided by the Lu family.

Just as he was having a sweet dream, Jiang Lin swaggered in with Su Shi and Zhao Lingjun, who was dressed as a man.

Jiang Lin was dressed casually today, and didn't even bother to comb her hair properly, showing that she didn't take this blind date seriously at all.

He slumped back in his chair, grabbed a piece of pastry, tossed it into his mouth, chewed a couple of times, and mumbled indistinctly, "Grandpa, have you eaten and drunk your fill? Shouldn't we grab some dry goods now?"

Seeing Jiang Lin's lazy demeanor, Old Master Lu was furious inside, but he still managed to force a sly smile on his face.

"Jiang Shan Chang speaks frankly and directly; I like that straightforwardness of yours. What have you thought about last night's suggestion?"

Grandpa Lu stroked his beard, confidently stating, "My granddaughter Mingyue is the most talented and beautiful woman in Jiangnan. If you become the son-in-law of the Lu family, then we will be one family in the Jiangnan business world."

Zhao Lingjun stood behind Jiang Lin, and upon hearing this, his hand silently reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist.

She stared intently at the back of Jiang Lin's head, cursing inwardly: If this bastard dares to nod, I'll have the Imperial City Guard blow this island to smithereens today!

Jiang Lin patted the pastry crumbs off his hands, sat up straight, and sighed dramatically, "Grandpa, your offer is indeed tempting. Miss Lu is a beauty of unparalleled grace, and the Lu family is the richest family in Jiangnan. To be honest, I didn't sleep a wink last night."

Old Master Lu laughed smugly: "A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and Jiang Shanchang is a wise man."

"But!" Jiang Lin changed the subject, his tone becoming incredibly sincere, "I, Jiang Lin, am a self-aware person. I'm used to being carefree, I don't understand poetry and literature, and I can't stand those ridiculous rules of wealthy families."

Jiang Lin shrugged: "Miss Lu is a fairy from heaven. A mortal like me shouldn't bother with her!"

Grandpa Lu was completely stunned. He never expected that Jiang Lin would use such a lame excuse to refuse him.

He frowned and said, "Is Jiang Shanzhang just trying to appease me? What I value is your methods and your intelligence. As for poetry and songs, those are just pastimes for literati."

"Grandpa, you're mistaken!" Jiang Lin slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and his righteous spirit soared to the roof.

"Marriage is a serious matter, not something to be taken lightly! A woman of Miss Lu's exceptional talent must find a man who understands her and with whom she can resonate on a soul level! If we force them together for the sake of profit, wouldn't that ruin her life?"

Jiang Lin spoke with righteous indignation, "Although I, Jiang Lin, love money, I would never do such a despicable thing!"

These words were spoken with such conviction that even Zhao Lingjun was stunned. She stared at Jiang Lin's retreating figure, muttering to herself: When did this scoundrel become so principled?

Old Master Lu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He finally understood that Jiang Lin was simply making fun of him.

Just as he was about to slam his fist on the table and get angry, Jiang Lin suddenly took a step to the side and pulled Su Shi, who was pretending to be invisible, to the front of the stage.

"Grandpa, broaden your horizons!" Jiang Lin pointed at Su Shi and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Although I'm not good enough for Miss Lu, I've found you someone at the King-level!"

"Look at this one!" Jiang Lin's voice boomed like a bell. "The current prefect of the Song Dynasty, the top scholar who passed the imperial examination in three consecutive years, the number one literary figure of today, my eldest disciple Su Shi, Su Zizhan!"

Su Shi was suddenly thrust into the center of the fire. His old face flushed red, and he quickly bowed to Old Master Lu, saying, "This humble official, Su Shi, greets Old Master Lu."

Grandpa Lu's head was buzzing. He looked at Su Shi, then at Jiang Lin, feeling like his CPU was about to overheat.

He wanted to recruit Jiang Lin, who could manage the economy, so what's the point of sending a great writer over?

"Jiang Lin! How dare you play tricks on this old man?!" Old Master Lu slammed his fist on the table, his anger reaching its peak.

Jiang Lin rolled his eyes and immediately launched into a counter-attack: "Old man, I don't like hearing that. What do you mean by 'playing you'?"

"You keep talking about the greater good. Now I'm introducing your granddaughter to the most prestigious prefect in the Song Dynasty. With that status, that position, that talent, how is it beneath your Lu family?"

Jiang Lin pressed on, "Or is it that you, Grandfather Lu, simply look down on officials appointed by the imperial court?"

This enormous accusation left Old Master Lu speechless. Su Shi was a prefect appointed by the emperor himself, renowned throughout the land; even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to publicly say he looked down on Su Shi.

Just then, the beaded curtain in the back hall rustled softly. Lu Mingyue, supported by her maid, slowly walked out.

She was wearing an elegant long dress today, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly disturbed by the commotion outside.

"Grandfather, what happened?" Lu Mingyue asked softly, her voice like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

As soon as Jiang Lin saw the main character appear, he immediately gave Su Shi a series of meaningful glances: It's your turn to use your main password!

Su Shi took a deep breath, instantly exuding the aura of a top literary figure of the Song Dynasty. He stepped forward, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, perfectly capturing both aloofness and nonchalance.

"Miss Lu," Su Shi began slowly, his voice deep and resonant, "Last night, the moonlight over Taihu Lake was intoxicating, and I was inspired to compose a poem. I've heard that you are skilled in music; would you be so kind as to offer some guidance?"

Lu Mingyue was slightly taken aback. She loved poetry and was already very familiar with Su Zizhan's name. Now that she saw a prominent figure seeking her advice in person, her eyes lit up.

"Lord Su, you flatter me. I am all ears."

Su Shi cleared his throat and unhesitatingly unleashed the ultimate weapon that Jiang Lin had forced him to work out the night before.

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace..."

As soon as the first sentence was uttered, Lu Mingyue was completely stunned.

Su Shi gave no one a chance to breathe; his tone was melodious and varied, perfectly conveying a transcendent and detached state of mind.

This is what you call a pure cultural dimensional reduction attack!

"...People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect. May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar."

When the song "Prelude to Water Melody" was played, the entire main hall fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Even though Lu Taigong was a rough old man, he was so shocked by the magnificent spirit of this poem that he was speechless.

Looking at Lu Mingyue again, she stood frozen in place as if she had been frozen in place.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips trembled slightly. This poem was like a heavy hammer, shattering all the defenses in her heart.

Having been confined to her chambers since childhood and accustomed to scheming and hypocrisy, how could she withstand such a timeless masterpiece that strikes straight to the soul?

"May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles..." Lu Mingyue murmured to herself.

The way she looked at Su Shi again was completely captivating. It was a look of adoration, amazement, and even fervent admiration.

Jiang Lin watched this from the sidelines with a clear view, and almost burst out laughing inside: This was an absolute slap in the face!

He leisurely turned his head to look at Grandpa Lu, his eyebrows raised high.

"Grandpa, do you see that? That's what you call a soulmate. If I, Jiang Lin, were to stand in the middle, I'd be struck dead by lightning!"