The royal family reads her mind, and the cannon fodder daughter creates the Feihou Mansion

Song Yunxi smiled evilly: "You pretend to be this person, I will arrange for you to go to a place, you just need to do what I tell you to do."

"Miss……"

Qing He wanted to dissuade her, but Song Yunxi stopped her with her hand. She turned to ask Wang Yuan: "Why don't you ask who I asked you to disguise yourself as, and whether it's dangerous?"

Wang Yuan shook his head: "I will only follow your orders, even if it means going through fire and water, I will do it without hesitation!"

Song Yunxi did not doubt Wang Yuan's loyalty: "Don't worry, I won't let you fall into any danger."

Although she had spent her entire life in this dynasty and was unable to change their deep-rooted concept of hierarchy, she still could not divide people into different classes and treat human life as worthless.

Whether Qing He or Wang Yuan, although they cannot be considered friends, they are at least partners to her, so she has the responsibility to ensure the safety of each of them.

The people of the Jin'an Dynasty were open-minded, especially during the Spring Banquet. The imperial palace would be open during this rare period and arrange banquets with different themes to provide the unmarried ladies and gentlemen with an opportunity to get to know each other.

Moreover, the Emperor and Empress will not only attend the main banquet on the day when the Spring Banquet ends, but they will even arrange a marriage for the lovers who like each other.

Therefore, the last day is always the highlight of the Spring Banquet.

But surprisingly, a big event that shocked the entire capital city would emerge ahead of schedule this year. Song Wentian, the national teacher who had been in seclusion for more than a year, unexpectedly came out ahead of schedule, and changed his previous style of being free and easy, simple and arrogant, and appeared in a high-profile manner at the Spring Banquet.

But what really caused a sensation in the capital was that Song Wentian personally admitted that he would accept another female disciple, and this female disciple would also be his closed disciple.

After that, the Imperial Master's Mansion was packed with people. People from all over the capital, from noble ladies to common women, all gathered at the Imperial Master's Mansion to participate in various competitions.

"Little sister, as the daughter of a noble family, why do you have to lower your status to compete with these vulgar women? Or just forget it!"

Outside the Imperial Master's Mansion, Song Zhening frowned and advised Song Muxue: "You are the most noble lady in the capital, and a role model for all the ladies in the capital. There is no need to humble yourself and become someone's disciple."

"Second brother, how can it be the same? I want to be the disciple of the national master, the disciple of Song Wentian, the head of Shengyun Mountain, the holy land of the world. What a great honor that will be."

It is no exaggeration to say that Song Wentian's female disciples are more noble than the royal princesses and princesses.

Otherwise, why would the eldest daughter of the Imperial Master's Mansion, who had never shown her face, become the object of marriage proposal for all the unmarried men of the royal family in Jin'an, and even the Sixth Prince was willing to marry her as his principal wife?

The Sixth Prince will inherit the throne in the future, and his wife will be the mother of the country!

Wasn't it because she was a disciple of the Imperial Master that the young lady was chosen by Shen Zhikang and Concubine Shen? Otherwise, as an orphan without a father or a mother, she wouldn't even be qualified to be a concubine of the Sixth Prince.

Song Muxue knew very well that although both the Ningguo Mansion and Shen Zhikang liked her very much, Concubine Shen had never given in because she thought that she was not worthy of Shen Zhikang, and even more so that the Wenyuan Marquis Mansion was not qualified to marry into the Ningguo Mansion.

So she must become Song Wentian's disciple so that no one would dare to underestimate her.

Madam Song also firmly supported: "With your sister's talent and reputation, she will definitely be able to become the last disciple of the Imperial Master. In the future, not only will she not be looked down upon by her husband's family, but even the nobles in the palace will not dare to look down on her. Both our Marquis' Mansion and you two brothers will also benefit from it."

Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at her second son in annoyance: "It's ok if you don't want to make progress, but don't hold your sister back."

Song Zhening shut his mouth feeling guilty.

Among the three siblings, the eldest brother was determined to become the youngest Prime Minister in the history of the Jin'an Dynasty and go down in history. Although the younger sister never said it, Song Zhening knew that she was also very ambitious. The reason why she chose Shen Zhikang was largely because this choice would make her a more noble woman than the queen.

He was the only one who had no ambition and just wanted to be a leisurely and comfortable second son of the Wenyuan Marquis Mansion.

Song Zheyang also supported Song Muxue: "Little sister, you go. I believe that there is no woman in this capital city who is better than you. The Imperial Master will definitely choose you!"

Song Muxue became more confident. She must become a disciple of the imperial teacher, must marry Shen Zhikang gloriously, and must become the most noble woman in the Jin'an Dynasty.

After three days of competition and assessment, the final result was indeed as expected by the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion. Song Muxue won the first place with a far ahead score and was successfully accepted as the closed disciple by the national teacher.

This made Song Muxue's reputation even greater, and her status as the number one noble lady became more secure. It also made many noble ladies with more noble status than her envious and jealous, but due to her status as the imperial teacher, they did not dare to cause trouble for her.

But soon a piece of news spread into the capital, making everyone wait to see the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion make a fool of itself.

When King Chen went hunting outside the city, he was attacked by a wild beast and his life or death was in danger.

However, within an hour, the latest news came from the Imperial Hospital:

Prince Chen was injured in a vital part, and he may not be able to be a human being in this life.

This made the noble ladies who were originally jealous of Song Muxue vent their anger and sigh that God is indeed fair.

What happened to the Noble Lady? What happened to her being accepted as a disciple by the Imperial Master? Wouldn't she still be marrying a useless person in the future?

But what they didn't know was that this news was simply a godsend for the Wenyuan Marquis Mansion.

"That's great, my Lord. This way, our Mu Xue has a reason to break off the engagement with Prince Chen."

Compared to Mrs. Song's excitement, Song Shaozhang seemed extremely calm.

He looked at his eldest son Song Zheyang: "What do you think about this?"

Before Song Zheyang could speak, Song Zhening rushed to answer: "Of course, just like mother said, take this opportunity to cancel the engagement quickly, otherwise something bad may happen, father!"

Song Shaozhang didn't even look at him, but stared at his eldest son, waiting for his answer.

Song Zheyang pondered for a moment and said, "Father, it is not appropriate to cancel the engagement now."

"Why? Prince Chen is inhumane. Does big brother want little sister to marry him and become a widow?" Song Zhening shouted impatiently.

Song Shaozhang was helpless with his impulsive second son. He frowned and shouted, "Listen to your elder brother first!" Song Zheyang analyzed calmly, "Not to mention that Prince Chen is the legitimate son of the Empress Dowager, and he has the General Dingguo Mansion behind him. Even the Emperor would never agree to cancel the engagement at this time."

"Even if Prince Chen is no longer valued by the Emperor, he is still a prince, the Emperor's only legitimate son. If we cancel the engagement, it would be humiliating him and slapping the Emperor's face. How could the Emperor tolerate this? He will most likely punish my father for contempt of the Imperial authority."