After sharing a body with her husband

Huo Chuan knew that Xie Zhaoqing had shown poetic talent since childhood and had suspected it before, but given his status, he couldn't say anything.

Looking at the stunning verses that leap off the page, Huo Chuan was surprised, but he also began to look at Shang Lingjun with new respect.

Not only was Ati quick-witted, but she also meticulously deduced that Xie Zhaoqing might also be a time traveler.

Furthermore, he had an excellent memory, and he copied Xie Zhaoqing's remaining poems from his previous life onto paper without missing a single word.

It seems his wife is quite a treasure.

She didn't know how long she had been writing; Shang Lingjun had ground the ink five times. She rubbed her sore wrists and looked at the stack of Xuan paper in front of her, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

That's all I can remember.

"She's memorized quite a few poems over the past ten years, and she still has so many? Ati, what are your plans for the next step?" Huo Chuan asked.

Shang Lingjun smiled,

"Of course, it should be published as a book. For this, I need my mother-in-law's help. Didn't she say I could learn how to manage the Seventh Branch's assets? I just asked, besides the mines, the Seventh Branch..."

There are also quite a few shops, including a bookstore. The matter of jade mining is too complicated and intricate, so I'll start learning from this little bookstore...

Shang Lingjun slumped into the chair.

Oh, and I need to see if Xie Yan'an owns any suitable shops for me to use. I also want to open a Honey Tea House. Oh, and...

Before she could finish speaking, there was a knock on the study door.

"Madam, there's a letter from your family. May I come in?"

It is a green branch.

"Come in."

Shang Lingjun tidied up the draft she had just written and weighed it down with a book.

Qingzhi pushed open the door and entered. Shang Lingjun took the invitation with a puzzled look. What important matter could have warranted such a special invitation to her?

She opened it and saw that it was in the handwriting of her adoptive mother, Pei Zhiying; it was just an ordinary letter inviting her home.

But a small letter was also included in the post.

Shang Lingjun was quite perceptive and immediately asked Liang's mother and the others to leave.

After the person left, Shang Lingjun saw the contents of the letter, and her expression gradually changed.

Pei Zhiying actually said that Meng Xuan had become the last female disciple of Zhuang Moqiu, the greatest Confucian scholar in Beizhao!

Pei Zhiying didn't know Meng Xuan's true identity, but how could Shang Lingjun not know? Xie Zhaoqing actually had such abilities?

You really underestimated her!

Who doesn't know Zhuang Moqiu?

He was a literary giant and once served as the tutor to the crown prince.

Although he was just a commoner who did not enter the imperial court, he simply disdained to serve as an official.

The Sizheng Academy, which he founded, was the premier academy in the land. Every scholar considered it an honor to be admitted to Sizheng Academy, and consequently, half of the Hanlin scholars of the time were his students.

Even His Majesty the current emperor treats him with utmost courtesy.

However, Zhuang Moqiu only accepts male disciples, so it's quite unusual that he's accepted a female disciple this time.

Although Zhuang Moqiu was not an official, the Northern Zhao had great respect for scholars, and Zhuang Moqiu was the greatest Confucian scholar in the Northern Zhao. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a god in the eyes of scholars!

In addition, Zhuang Moqiu was the dean of the Sizheng Academy, with students all over the country, and his connections in Shengjing were deeply entrenched...

I remember Xie Zhaoqing was exceptionally talented. She used to study at the Sizheng Academy. With the title of the first female disciple of a great Confucian scholar, Xie Zhaoqing must have been extremely proud and would have been jumping around like a grasshopper.

Pei Zhiying's words were filled with joy, which showed that Xie Zhaoqing's various talents had gradually won her over.

"She's incredibly capable..."

Shang Lingjun's expression gradually became serious; it seemed she needed to speed things up.

With just her poetic talent, she transformed herself into Zhuang Moqiu's female disciple. As a result, who in Shengjing would not look up to her?

In subsequent banquets, she was able to attend as Zhuang Moqiu's female disciple, and even as an honored guest.

But she not only has poetic talent, but also military strategist talent. If one day she gains the favor of some general or prince, and becomes the adopted daughter of some nobleman, it is not impossible.

The female lead is indeed the female lead; she has a halo around her!

In this way, Xie Zhaoqing will have completely turned the tables. Once she has turned the tables, the first thing she will do is to deal with me!

Because Xie Zhaoqing hated her deeply!

"I have to go to the bookstore this afternoon."

A strange light flashed in Shang Lingjun's eyes. Xie Zhaoqing wanted to climb up the social ladder, and she absolutely couldn't let her have her way.

Scholars are proud and unyielding; all scholars possess a certain pride and unyielding spirit.

Great Confucian scholars like Zhuang Moqiu were no exception. He did not seek wealth or status, nor did he fawn over kings and nobles. He even disdained to set foot in the imperial court. He must have maintained his integrity as firm as iron.

What he valued was Xie Zhaoqing's talent and learning.

But what if he knew that Xie Zhaoqing's poems were all plagiarized?

……

"This must be Juwenzhai?"

On the long street, the Xie family's carriage slowly stopped in front of a bookstore, with the three characters "Juwenzhai" written in a vigorous and powerful style on the plaque above.

"Manager Wang in the bookstore is an elder of our Xie family. You can speak to him with complete peace of mind, Madam. He knows his manners," said Mother Liang.

Shang Lingjun nodded. "Aunt Liang, wait a moment, I'll go in and take a look first."

Lord Shang Ling gave the order.

Shang Lingjun had never shown her face in any of Xie Yan'an's properties or shops. It was only when Liang Mama accompanied her that the shopkeeper recognized her identity.

But Shang Lingjun also wanted to see what the store's actual operating conditions were like on a regular basis.

There weren't many people in the shop; groups of two or three scholars were gathered together, flipping through books.

"Shopkeeper, the books here are no good. Why don't you have any of Xie Zhaoqing's poetry collections?"

A familiar voice rang out from the bookstore; it sounded like Xie Zhaoqing.

Shopkeeper Wang said politely, "Young lady, our bookstore does not sell poetry collections about Xie Zhaoqing. If you need other books, we have them all."

Xie Zhaoqing's eyes immediately narrowed.

"Why won't you sell it? Which bookstore in the capital doesn't have Xie Zhaoqing's posthumous poetry collection? Why is it that your bookstore doesn't? Do you think your bookstore looks down on the Sage of Poetry?"

Manager Wang looked troubled.

"This...we really don't have it."

Xie Zhaoqing was somewhat annoyed, and muttered to himself with a displeased expression:

"What a lousy shop! No wonder it can't compare to Wanjuantang! Senior Brother Cheng, shall we go to Wanjuantang instead?"

Manager Wang looked embarrassed, but still forced a smile.

Shang Lingjun overheard their conversation. What a small world! How could she run into Xie Zhaoqing like this?

She was dressed in men's clothing, her hair tied up in a high bun, and her maid was also dressed in men's clothing, but...

Beside Xie Zhaoqing was a strange man; judging from his brocade robes and jade pendant, he was clearly of noble birth.

He must be some wealthy young master from a prominent family. Judging from his demeanor and the way he holds the folding fan, he must be a learned scholar.

This is the Senior Brother Cheng that Xie Zhaoqing mentioned.

"Listen to Junior Sister," Senior Brother Cheng said gently.

Shang Lingjun raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in her eyes. Senior brother and junior sister, how sweet they are.

Does Xiao Jing know?

Xie Zhaoqing turned around and saw Shang Lingjun at the door. His expression immediately turned cold.

"Madam, a woman of such high social standing, instead of staying home to be a wife and mother, comes to a bookstore to buy books? That's quite unexpected."

Shang Lingjun could hear the sarcasm in her tone, mocking her for being a woman and laughing at her for having no husband to assist her and no children to teach her.

But Lord Shang Ling was not angry.

"Miss Xuan, you don't think you've transformed into a man just by dressing up as one, do you? You're a woman too, how dare you look down on yourself?"

Xie Zhaoqing's expression changed, and he blurted out:

"How can I be compared to you? You're just a stay-at-home woman, a woman who's never even been to school!"