The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

"Jinxiu, did you see that? The person leading over there is Zhang Fengshan."

Liao Qinglan gently tugged at Jinxiu's sleeve, motioning her to look at Zhang Fengshan, who was quite conspicuous in the crowd.

Jinxiu had already heard a few sour scholars slandering the princess, but she did not know their identities.

When she heard what Liao Qinglan said, she was dumbfounded and looked at them in disbelief. Her impression of Zhang Fengshan collapsed instantly.

"Miss, I...I thought you asked my brother to investigate him because you were interested in him..." Jinxiu stuttered, her tone very embarrassed and regretful.

Liao Qinglan smiled faintly and shook her head: "You misunderstood, I just wanted to understand his background and see if he is worthy of Qinghe. Now it seems that this person is not a good match."

"Miss, you are so amazing!" Jinxiu praised sincerely, "You have been busy with Mr. Gu's affairs, and you know everything about Princess Qinghe's situation."

Jinxiu once again expressed her admiration for her own young lady.

Is it great?

These are the sufferings I endured in my previous life, how can I forget them?

"Qinghe is my good friend, so I naturally always pay attention to her affairs." Liao Qinglan pretended to be nonchalant.

"What's the matter with the princess's handkerchief?" Jinxiu asked.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask Qinghe about this." Liao Qinglan said, "Jinxiu, send a letter to your brother, asking him to speed up the investigation. When there is a result, send a letter to me immediately."

Jinxiu accepted the order immediately.

After what happened today, Liao Qinglan has formed a preliminary evaluation of Zhang Fengshan.

She decided to talk to Princess Qinghe in person, and wait for Jinxiu's brother to bring Zhang Fengshan's family to the capital, and then expose his true face in one fell swoop.

Liao Qinglan stood up and prepared to leave Lingxiao Tower.

The wind blew gently, brushing against every brick and tile of Lingxiao Tower, bringing a hint of coolness, and also blowing the gauze of Mu Li.

Behind the gauze curtain, Liao Qinglan's figure was looming, like the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror, hazy and beautiful.

The stunning face, hidden behind the gauze curtain, appears even more mysterious and attractive.

The group of Confucian scholars who were originally talking loudly suddenly saw this beautiful scene and couldn't help but stop talking.

They stared intently at the hazy figure behind the gauze curtain, as if attracted by an invisible force.

One of them, with a gleam of greed and lust in his eyes, stood up and walked towards Liao Qinglan.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to lift the gauze curtain to see Liao Qinglan's true face.

"Miss, why don't you come out and meet me?" he teased, his tone full of frivolity and teasing.

Liao Qinglan recognized him. He was the one who had just asked Zhang Fengshan for more guidance in order to win the favor of the noble lady.

Liao Qinglan frowned slightly. She didn't expect these sour scholars to be so rude.

She didn't want to get entangled with them here and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

However, the sour scholar had no intention of letting her go.

Seeing that Liao Qinglan did not respond, he reached out to lift her veil even more brazenly.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Jinxiu stepped forward, stood in front of Liao Qinglan, and shouted sternly.

The sour scholar widened his eyes and retorted in dissatisfaction: "You are the one who is presumptuous! We are all newly-appointed scholars with noble status. How can a servant like you interrupt your master when he is talking to him?"

Jinxiu sneered when she heard this, and said without showing any weakness: "You are also newly-appointed scholars? You are clearly a bunch of perverts! How dare you be rude to my young lady in broad daylight? How shameless!"

This sour scholar was a golden phoenix from a poor family. Ever since he passed the imperial examination and became a scholar, he had always been a popular figure in the surrounding villages. He had a very high opinion of himself and had never been humiliated like this before. He was so angry that his face turned red.

"How dare you insult the new scholar? You are so bold!" he said angrily.

Jinxiu was not afraid at all. She straightened her body and said loudly, "I don't care who you are! In my eyes, you are just a bunch of shameless people! My young lady is a lady from a famous family. How can I allow a pervert like you to flirt with her!"

"Why are you pretending to be so noble? No matter how noble your daughter is, she is more noble than Princess Qinghe and the eldest daughter of the Liao family. They are beautiful and not as pretentious as you!"

After hearing this, Jinxiu became even angrier!

It would have been fine if they had been slandering Princess Qinghe, but they actually dared to slander their own young lady in front of her. She was about to step forward and tear his mouth apart.

Liao Qinglan reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, signaling her not to be impulsive.

Then he turned his gaze to the sour scholar, his tone calm but with an imperceptible sharpness: "Then tell me, what are Princess Qinghe and Miss Liao like, so I can learn a thing or two."

Suanru thought Liao Qinglan was frightened by his words, and felt very proud of himself. He cleared his throat and started to talk big.

"Princess Qinghe is a daughter of a rich family, with a noble temperament and royal demeanor in her every move. When she saw our third place winner, Brother Zhang, she showed great favor to him and had a very pleasant conversation with him. She even gave Brother Zhang a handkerchief."

Judging from his tone, it seemed as if Princess Qinghe was deeply in love with Zhang Fengshan and did not care about the princess's reputation at all.

Liao Qinglan nodded slightly: "I see, thank you for your advice, then what's going on with Miss Liao?"

Seeing Liao Qinglan "seeking advice humbly", the sour scholar became even more complacent and continued, "Then Miss Liao's vision is a little poor. She bet on the wrong horse before. She picked and chose one who didn't pass the imperial examination among the students of Prime Minister Liao. Rongru may have to choose a husband again from the new Jinshi."

Suan Ru said, looking Liao Qinglan up and down, and said: "Although you are a lady from a famous family, your status is still far behind that of Miss Liao, the Princess of Qinghe County. They still treat scholars like me with courtesy. If you can learn to be even a little more humble and kind, you can find a good husband soon."

Liao Qinglan couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.

Her usual social circle consisted of ladies from official families, and no one ever dared to talk nonsense in front of her.

She didn't expect that the outside world would frame her and Gu Mingzhao in such an unbearable way.

She chuckled and said, "I am really enlightened by your words. I would like to ask your name, sir?"

The sour scholar shook his head proudly and said, "I am Wang Duan, and I am ranked 17th in the second class of this palace examination."

Liao Qinglan nodded slightly, her voice as sweet as spring water: "Then I wish Lord Wang a bright future and a successful career."

Wang Duan's bones went soft after hearing this. He had never heard such a beautiful voice before, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

He secretly sighed in his heart: "The book has its own Yan Ruyu, the saint is not deceiving me!"

Liao Qinglan turned around and was about to leave. Wang Duan hurriedly asked, "Miss, may I ask your name?"

Liao Qinglan stopped, looked back and smiled: "You will know soon."

After saying this, she left gracefully with Jinxiu.

Wang Duan was left standing there staring at her back, with an inexplicable expectation and desire welling up in his heart.

He yelled from behind: "Girl, I live at No. 5 Qingyun Lane, you must remember, you must come to see me!"