After saving the Empress, I became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

"This ability to distort the truth and shift the blame is starting to resemble that of a civil official!"

The Northern Dynasty emperor on the dragon throne gave a cold laugh.

Setting down the memorial, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, and said:

"When was this memorial submitted?"

The young eunuch knelt on the ground and said in a soft voice, "Your Majesty, this was just handed over by the Court of Colonial Affairs."

The document was delivered through the Court of Colonial Affairs… Yinzhen frowned.

He then received the second memorial... submitted by Hongfeng.

Spread it out.

The moment the contents of the memorial came into view.

Yinzhen frowned.

"My dear minister!" He looked at Ortai.

"Your servant is here!"

Yinzhen solemnly said:

"Go quickly and ask how things are going with Fu Hui and the others. And where is Ning Baixuan now?"

…………

Half an hour ago.

White clouds floated in the sky, and golden light was hidden behind the clouds.

Sihailou.

Although he had overheard Hongfeng sneer in the private room that the Eighth Prince would come over and beat him to death later.

Ning Nan had not expected the other party to arrive so quickly.

I heard a noise.

open the door.

Then he saw a boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old staring at him fiercely, leading a large group of people toward him.

And just then...

A clear voice rang out from the first floor...

"Ning Jiexiao..."

Things became somewhat awkward.

Second floor of Sihailou.

He was blocked from both sides.

When the figure in the blue striped mandarin jacket arrived, everyone naturally bowed, called out "Fourth Prince," and made way for him.

Ning Nan's gaze faltered slightly.

Hongli walked closer, smiled, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Brother Jiexiao, I thought I would have to wait until I could see you again. I never expected that we would meet again today."

The Fourth Prince spoke naturally and moved with practiced ease.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, and Hongfeng's lips were agape.

With his handsome features and an air of nobility, Hongli looked around and then gazed at Fuhui.

"Hui-ge'er, what are you doing here? Where's Ning Baixuan?"

Hongli smiled, spread his hands, and pointed to Ningnan, saying:

"Well, this is Mr. Ning Jiexiao. Now that Ning Jiexiao has come in person, we can finally have a head-on confrontation with Ning Baixuan..."

Fu Hui had already rolled up his sleeves, and the wind made him shiver from the cold.

He stared at Hongli with wide eyes: "Fourth Brother, what did you say?"

He pointed his right hand at Ning Nan and glared at her, saying:

"He...he...he's Ning Baixuanyao?!"

Hongli was taken aback, and raised his eyebrows in confusion to look back.

Ning Nan clasped his hands in a fist salute, his face showing embarrassment for a moment before quickly returning to normal.

He looked at Hongli with a calm smile, his voice slightly hoarse as he said:

"Hehe, I am Ning Baixuan from the Great Liang Dynasty. I greet the Fourth Prince."

Hongli's face stiffened. Ning... Bai Xuan?

His heart almost stopped. What did that mean?

The fourth prince, wearing a melon-shaped hat, subconsciously turned his head to look at Hongfeng. He recognized Zhen Ning Baixuan.

Seeing Hongfeng staring at him with a bewildered expression, Hongli's face immediately froze.

He had only thought for a moment when a chill suddenly rose from his back, reaching straight to the top of his head!

Suddenly, he turned his head! He looked at Ning Nan, his eyes slowly widening, and veins throbbing on his forehead!

Ning Nan quickly smiled:

"Fourth Prince must have mistaken you for someone else. Although Ningnan was born as a twin, she did have a younger brother who was separated from her when she was young."

"But things in this world are not so coincidental. I suppose the so-called 'Ning Jiexiao' whom the Fourth Prince knows is just someone who looks quite similar to me. I am not Ning Jiexiao."

That's all.

He glanced at Hongfeng one last time.

The two had already agreed on the terms and would soon go to submit their memorials.

Ning Nan will inform the other party of the whereabouts of Hong Jiao and the other person, and will return them to him when he leaves the capital.

Hongfeng snorted.

Ning Nan nodded slightly.

Fourth Prince Hongli was still frozen on the spot, his face slightly pale and his eyes shifting between light and shadow.

Ning Nanchao Hongli bowed slightly and walked past him, with Qian Sijin following closely behind.

Ning Nan took a few steps and bumped into the Eighth Prince, who was a head shorter than him and wore a yellow belt.

Excuse me.

Ning Nan said to the child.

The Eighth Prince, dressed in a golden python robe, looked up at him and saw that the man neither kowtowed to him nor referred to himself as "slave" nor called him "master."

His eyes darted around nervously, but at that moment, his brothers and the other bondservantes stepped forward to block him. Fu Hui, emboldened, shouted:

"Ning, Ning Baixuan, are you comparable to Ning Jiexiao?"

"It's not as good as it is." Ning Nan shook his head without even thinking.

Not as good as?

The Eighth Prince was taken aback, and those around him were also startled. Hearing the rustling sounds around him, the Eighth Prince immediately looked up and said:

"Hmph! If you can't compare, I'll make you write a poem even better than Ning Jiexiao's to apologize to Feng Ge'er!"

"Okay." Ning Nan nodded. "I'll go back and write it."

He looked down at the child:

"Can you move aside?"

Fu Hui's mind went blank for a moment.

"Go back and write it?"

Not just blessings and wisdom.

The other nobles also gasped in shock, looked around, and wondered if they should go back and write something.

Hongli's astonished expression gradually subsided, but he remained silent, only furrowing his brows, which were identical to those of his imperial father.

Ning Jiexiao... Ning Baixuan... Ning Jiexiao...

At this moment, a servant behind Fu Hui called out:

"What kind of skill is it to go back and write it? If you don't write it here, you're disrespecting Prince Hongfeng!"

Fu Hui's eyes lit up, and she was about to shout, "Yes!"

But then he heard the man with his hair tied up frown and look at the robe behind him:

"I'm speaking to your master, what right do you, a mere servant, have to interrupt?"

The officer's face suddenly turned furious, and he was about to lash out.

Ning Nan lowered her head and looked at the prince wearing a yellow sash:

"Young master, are you more powerful or this servant? Whom am I speaking to?"

"Of course I'm the older one!" Fu Hui immediately retorted angrily.

His anger caused the servant behind him to turn pale, and the other servants who had wanted to challenge Ning Baixuan in front of their master immediately shut up.

Ning Nan said, "You can't write here."

"I am in a hurry to submit a memorial to Your Majesty."

"Should I submit a memorial to my father, the Emperor?"

"Exactly." Ning Nan nodded slightly. "If it were any later, we might have missed the auspicious time to submit the memorial."

The sound fell.

Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward, his shadow looming over the other person, and continued:

"Please make way."

The black shadow pressed down mercilessly.

Upon hearing the words "Father Emperor," Fu Hui instinctively took a step back, bumping into the servant behind him. He was immediately annoyed and questioned himself why he had stepped back.

Thank you.

Ning Nan, however, did not stop walking and stepped right past the other person.

The bondservants and scholars blocking the road were also unaware of what had happened.

Seeing that even the Eighth Prince had made way, and seeing Ning Baixuan's indifferent expression.

Moreover, the previous remark, "Are you bigger or this servant bigger?" was heard, and the crowd dared not stop them anymore, so they could only step aside to make way.

As soon as he came down to the second floor, Zhen Susu, who came down from the other side, stared at him with bright eyes, while Xu Xiyin remained calm.

Ning Nan said, "Let's go to the Court of Colonial Affairs."

There's no point in arguing with a bunch of kids.

The Imperial Guards guarding outside had already brought their horses over from the stables.

He walked out of the restaurant and was about to mount his horse.

At this time.

Among the group of beggars who were missing limbs and were sitting outside, a disheveled beggar with a missing left leg suddenly sprang to his feet.

"Damn it! I'll beat you bunch of southern dogs to death!"

He jumped up, speaking in fluent Northern Mandarin, and swung a broken cane from under his left arm, smashing it straight at Ning Nan's head!

"hiss!"

The cane whistled through the wind!

Upon hearing the beggar's shout, Qian Sijin, a centurion of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, froze!