Over the next few days, one of them taught about the customs and culture of the south while the other studied diligently. Since Song Qingshu understood the Shanyin dialect and already knew quite a bit about southern customs, he learned quickly. Of course, in Shen Biqun's eyes, he was merely pretending to understand what he did not.
Two days later, Yelü Yixin suddenly arrived with several people and asked how Song Qingshu's studies were progressing.
Shen Biqun deliberately praised him, saying that he now knew southern customs like the back of his hand and surpassed many people from Jiangnan.
Song Qingshu was initially stunned, not understanding why Shen Biqun had suddenly spoken up for him. But he quickly realized that she was deliberately building him up, raising Yelü Yixin's expectations so that when he was exposed, the higher he had been lifted, the harder he would fall.
Sure enough, the shrewd and calculating Yelü Yixin was clearly not satisfied with taking her word for it. Instead, he personally tested Song Qingshu on some southern customs and traditions, since they concerned an extremely crucial plan...
His questions covered everything imaginable. Song Qingshu was secretly amazed that Yelü Yixin, a Khitan, knew Han Chinese culture so well. But on second thought, Han Chinese culture was highly advanced these days, and once these northern nomadic peoples entered the Central Plains, they all became sinicized to a certain extent. Even the Emperor and Empress learned to compose poetry and paint like the Han Chinese, so it was hardly surprising for a nobleman to know such things.
Song Qingshu was merely surprised, but Shen Biqun, standing nearby, was wide-eyed in shock. Many of Yelü Yixin's questions were rather obscure, and even she did not know how to answer some of them. Yet that man answered