"Would the competition end once the top thirty-two were decided, or would it continue until a champion was crowned?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
"Originally, deciding the top thirty-two would have been enough, but Qinglu said she wanted you to win the title for her, so she could marry in grand style." Yelü Nanxian covered her mouth and smiled. "As they say, in literature there is no first, while in martial arts there is no second. Once the contest begins, those who come from all over the realm will naturally want to determine who is superior."
Song Qingshu felt a headache coming on. "That makes things troublesome. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't care, but with Jia Baoyu's identity, how am I supposed to take first place?"
Yelü Nanxian looked delighted by his misfortune. "How would I know? Qinglu said she would only marry the final victor. As for how you win, you'll have to figure that out yourself."
Thinking of Li Qinglu's mischievous nature, Song Qingshu realized she really might have come up with something like this. He immediately found himself torn. "If that's the case, what's the point of having a literary examination?"
Yelü Nanxian smiled softly. "Isn't it to guard against accidents? What if you truly make a mistake and fail to take first place? Could Qinglu really marry someone else? That's why the literary examination will make the final selection. Unlike the martial competition, it's easier to choose someone according to our wishes."
"So it's easier to manipulate behind the scenes. I understand." Song Qingshu finally went from worry to delight. "It seems Qinglu might say those things, but in her heart, she's still on my side."
Yelü Nanxian said, "No matter what, Qinglu will marry you. But her wish to marry in splendor is genuine as well,