Song Qingshu recalled what had happened in the palace last night. Stroking the young woman lying in his arms like a cat, he asked what the literary examination topic would be.
Who would have thought Li Qinglu would merely press her face contentedly against his chest and refuse to tell him no matter what he said? When he pressed her, she only answered that he needed to respond according to his heart.
Song Qingshu immediately objected. What if he answered poorly and someone else took first place in the literary examination?
Li Qinglu simply rolled her eyes at him. "I'll be the one judging the results then. How could I possibly let someone else take first place?"
Thinking about it, Song Qingshu realized she had a point and stopped asking.
"This feeling of competing while also serving as the judge is really kind of... awesome." Song Qingshu's brows could not help lifting as he thought of it.
"Are you really that happy about winning first place in the martial examination?" A young woman's teasing voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw Wanyan Chongjie standing prettily beside him.
"Why shouldn't I be happy if I won?" Xue Baochai shot her a somewhat hostile glare. This little county princess of the Jin Dynasty was getting far too close to Baoyu.
"Miss Xue is so happy now, but have you considered what will happen if he takes first place in the literary examination tomorrow as well and ultimately becomes the Western Xia Imperial Son-in-Law?" Noticing how close she was standing to Song Qingshu, Wanyan Chongjie snorted.
"How could that happen? You needn't concern yourself with it," Xue Baochai replied. She knew Jia Baoyu well enough to know that he got headaches the moment he encountered the classics and histories. How could