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Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a person hurriedly rushed in from outside, panting as he grabbed Zhang Quanyong and asked, "Is Miss Liu here?"
Zhang Quanyong, tightly held by the sleeve, was taken aback for a moment before responding, "Yes, she's in the back. What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Nothing much, Yang Scholar's letter has arrived. It was delivered to the Village, and Madam Yang asked me to quickly bring it to Miss Liu."
"Oh!!!" The Youth present suddenly realized and elongated their tones, looking inside with amused expressions.
Everyone knew about the engagement between Yang Scholar and Miss Liu, and their ambiguous relationship had long been noticed by others; it was only a matter of time before they got together.
However, such open correspondence was something these Youth wanted to do but dared not attempt.
Compared to the traditional views of their parents, the Youth were at a rebellious age and accepted such shocking matters quite calmly, even feeling a bit envious. They were familiar with Liu Qingxi's character and knew she still had the demeanor of a young girl; after getting to know her better, they became good friends.
At that moment, Zhang Hongling, dressed in a pink outfit, stepped lightly toward the back.
She lifted the curtain and suddenly shouted, "Sister Liu, someone is looking for you!"
"Huh? What do they want with me?" Liu Qingxi was lost in thought and abruptly interrupted. Her gaze was dazed and slightly confused as she spoke.
"Hehe, you'll find out when you come out."
Without suspicion, Liu Qingxi rubbed her aching temples and stretched her stiff shoulders before stepping outside.
But Youth! What kind of looks are those?
Each one wore expressions of envy mixed with amusement and teasing, leaving Liu Qingxi unsure of where to place her hands and feet.
Unfortunately, the messenger was rather blunt and completely oblivious to the awkward scene before him. He stepped forward slightly awkwardly and said, " Miss Liu, this is your letter. It was sent back from the capital. Madam Yang asked me to deliver it to you in town."
This was the first time she had such close contact with Liu Qingxi, a girl with astonishing talent in music. In the eyes of an old farmer like him, she was a sacred existence that was beyond reach.
Although to Zhang Sanyou and others, Liu Qingxi didn't seem so difficult to approach, not everyone from Ten Li Pu had interacted with her.
"Thank you for making the trip, Uncle. You should rest a bit before leaving," Liu Qingxi quickly urged as she saw the man preparing to leave.
"No, no, no, you all carry on. I'll head back first," the man hurriedly replied, eager to avoid disrupting their business.
Liu Qingxi felt helpless and turned to look at the expressions of the youths around her.
Uh~~~ She couldn't help but sigh while pressing her forehead. Did they really have to look at her with such gossiping eyes?
"Aren't you all going to get back to work?"
"Hehehe, we're on it!"
A few of them exchanged knowing glances, making Liu Qingxi, a modern person, feel embarrassed: "Get back to work!" She asserted her authority as the boss, and they quickly dispersed to their tasks.
Yet, from the corner of her eye, she could still feel their lingering gazes on her.
Fine, she thought, she should hurry to the back; otherwise, she'd be stuck here with these gossipers.
Returning to her room, she gently closed the door and sat down at her desk. Carefully opening the letter that still held the warmth of its sender, she was greeted by strong and powerful handwriting.
What made her blush and her heart race even more were the tender words within: "Only when I smell your faint fragrance can I fall into a peaceful sleep."
"I haven't seen you for over a month. I miss you—your words, your bright smile... I miss you."
Liu Qingxi felt her face flush and her heart race at those affectionate words. In truth, she also wanted to express that she liked him just as much.
Three full pages, all filled with heartfelt longing, expressing the mutual feelings of the two individuals in their letters.
Meanwhile, far away in the capital, Yang Yichen also received a letter from Liu Qingxi.
The letter contained nothing else; like an old wife, it recounted what she had been doing recently, the progress of the house construction, the status of her business, and reassured him that the Wen Family's spirits had calmed down, though she still missed him.
Suddenly, Yang Yichen smiled. Dressed in white, his smile resembled the blooming of a white lotus amidst ice and snow. In that moment, it felt as if the ice and snow melted away, leaving only this beauty akin to an orchid.
All of this was due to the last sentence in the letter: three simple words—"I miss you!"
During this time, he noticed that those watching him had finally left. However, he did not simply allow them to come and go as they pleased.
Like a mantis stalking a cicada while a yellow bird waits behind, while they were monitoring him, they failed to realize that he was also being watched.
This is what is meant by seeing the scenery from a bridge while those within the scenery are also watching you.
Both sides engaged in a silent struggle while simultaneously, various examiners worked overtime to begin grading the papers.
Half a month later, the results were released; only the final statistics remained.
At this moment, various dignitaries began to bustle about, inquiring about the students' scores to seize the opportunity and secure promising individuals tightly in their grasp.
As the oldest participant in the Imperial Examination, Yang Yichen was the focus of attention from various families.
There was no way around it; those who could participate in the Imperial Examination were all Juren (provincial scholars), and those who succeeded were invariably in their thirties—young men in their twenties were rare.
As for Yang Yichen, this fifteen-year-old boy was truly breaking new ground.
He was simply more low-key than others, making it difficult for people to find a way to insert themselves into his life.
Yet at the moment when the results were announced, people were stunned. Yang Yichen had claimed first place in this Imperial Examination at just fifteen years of age—yes, first place!
Everyone was shocked, and it could be said that the entire court and the capital were in an uproar.
"Is it true? Is he really only fifteen years old?"
"Yes, my lord. One personally went to see the imperial edict regarding this Yang Yichen, who hails from Lingjiang Province, Linyi County. He topped the local high school rankings during the Provincial Examination, astonishing Lingjiang Province. This time, he has overcome numerous challenges and is truly a Young Talent."
The man referred to as "my lord" nodded slightly, having made up his mind: "Bring the carriage; I will personally visit this Yang Yichen."
A fifteen-year-old youth, sought after for marriage, naturally attracted attention from those like him.
Not only was he handsome, but he was also exceptionally talented. In the officialdom, people often sought to solidify their positions through marriage alliances, which was the simplest and quickest method.
Yang Yichen was particularly favored by many.
Young women in their boudoirs were all captivated by Yang Yichen—fifteen years old, with looks akin to Pan An, full of talent and boundless potential, astonishing both court and commoners alike, and highly favored by the emperor.
Each of these qualities was a lifelong pursuit for young women. If they could marry someone like him, it would be a wonderful match.
This would not only achieve the purpose of an alliance but also spare them from marrying an older man.
Thus, regarding Yang Yichen's ultimate fate, various noble families were in a state of intense competition.
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