When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

Night falls.

Like a watercolor scroll with blurred strokes.

Slowly and gently unfold.

There are no stars or moon tonight. Ever since he met Xu Xinyue at the street corner, Qi Mobai has been standing in front of the low fence of the dilapidated courtyard, remaining silent for a long time, lost in thought.

Even when his mother and sister called him several times, he never responded.

He had an indifferent expression and a cold look, and his actions in recent days kept replaying in his mind.

Since the poetry and prose gathering that day, thanks to Xu Xinyue's words that "Prince Rong and Prince Xin both praised him highly", his calligraphy and painting business has been booming in recent days.

All the prominent figures in Kyoto were aware of his poems and paintings, and there was an endless stream of people coming to him to ask for paintings.

Even his mother and sister showed rare joy at his fame, and the drugstore owner who usually refused to give acupuncture or sell medicine on credit seemed to be particularly warm to him.

Compared with his previous job, he can now earn a very "generous" income just from the calligraphy and painting business.

Although he knew clearly that Kyoto had countless famous writers and poets, he was currently just a "flash in the pan" in the blooming stage.

Soon it will disappear into the crowd and return to silence.

But he was still grateful.

Thanks to Xu Xinyue.

Thanks to her "little help", his business of writing vernacular novels, poems, essays and policy papers began to gain some fame in bookstores.

Whether they came "because of his reputation" or really thought his works were worthy of the reputation and were willing to pay a certain amount of money to buy his poems, he would gladly accept them.

Qi Mobai knew that when one was starving, the pride of scholars was not worth mentioning.

He had a younger sister to raise and an elderly and frail mother to look after. At the same time, if possible, he wanted to follow the same path that all scholars took - taking the imperial examinations and entering official career.

Silver is indispensable.

Until I met Manager Wang of Yangchun Bookstore.

What happened next was exactly as Shopkeeper Wang had described.

Qi Mobai originally didn't know who the owner behind Yangchun Bookstore was.

Until that day when I went to Mobaozhai to buy paper products.

Now that he had a little more money in his hands, he could actually afford a study kit that was of a higher quality than the ones in Mobaozhai.

But he always felt that the paper products and utensils from Mobaozhai seemed to be more to his liking.

He thought that perhaps even if he was lucky enough to become an official one day, he would still be willing to continue to choose Mobaozhai.

That day, at the door of Mobaozhai's shop, he heard the conversation between Xu Xinyue and Uncle Zhang.

And, the familiar original manuscript of the story, every word of which was written by him personally.

I can’t describe how I feel inside.

The Yangchun Bookstore that he deliberately wanted to retaliate against was actually owned by Xu Xinyue.

She was very smart and came up with a plan in a short time.

However, she seemed to be unaware of the reason and was just anxiously seeking Uncle Zhang's help to break the impasse.

From just a few words, we can roughly guess that the method she is looking for is to change the ending as a selling point to compete with her rival Qiulu Bookstore.

Qi Mobai also had to admire Xu Xinyue.

The heart is exquisite and has seven orifices, it is as clear and pure as jade and upright, nothing more than this.

He does not regret what he has done.

If others don’t bully me, I won’t bully others, and his bottom line is that others cannot bully him.

But why was it her? Why was it her?

The pleasure of revenge is gone, leaving only guilt.

Even though he couldn't sleep, he still got up and continued writing the story, not to make up for it, but just to help Xu Xinyue.

He knew very well that even if he stood by and watched, Uncle Zhang would be able to repair the storybook and achieve her goal.

Shopkeeper Wang would keep his mouth shut and conceal the truth. Perhaps Xu Xinyue would never know who did it.

On the contrary, if he offered help, then there would only be three of them in Mobaozhai...

It is tantamount to confessing without being asked and revealing the truth before one's eyes.

How would she view herself now? Would she feel resentment, hatred, or regret?

Qi Mobai held his forehead with his hand, but the worry between his brows could not be dispelled.

He felt vaguely self-loathing, as he had no interest in treacherous calculations, but he could never have imagined that the final outcome would fall on her.

Thinking of her conversation with Uncle Zhang in Mobaozhai, even though she didn't know the truth, she was still willing to believe that he "may have his own difficulties."

Every word was like a sweet poison, sweet as honey but painful to his bones.

It was already late at night, and Qi Mobai walked heavily into the bedroom. His eyes passed over the damaged inkstone on the table, and his gaze softened. This was the only connection between him and her.

Whenever he thought of her slender eyebrows, bright eyes, delicate nose, cherry lips and bright smile, Qi Mobai couldn't help but smile.

However, when they met at the street corner today and saw her trying to walk towards him, he admitted that he panicked.

Whatever emotions she released, he deserved to bear them.

But now Qi Mobai just felt ashamed to face her.

Now, it is not an exaggeration to say that everything I have now is what she has earned...

If there is a day...

Under the night sky, Qi Mobai's eyes became even deeper.

The morning light is dim.

Like a light-colored brocade with floating light and gold.

Faintly glowing.

Xu Xinyue was ready early in the morning.

Qin Yuechuan was the same, and before leaving, he reminded Qingyang:

"Is Xu Xinyue's plan going as planned? Keep a close eye on her and make sure she's safe."

Qingyang said confidently, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I just saw Miss Xu and Miss Shu get on the carriage together. Even Master Xu was out inspecting the business today. There are no members of the Xu family in the mansion now."

Qin Yuechuan nodded and strode towards the gate of Prince Rong's mansion.

Qingyang followed closely behind. Suddenly, Qin Yuechuan's cold voice came from the front:

"Are you sure you saw Xu Xianyue getting on the carriage just now?"

The tone of voice emphasizes the three words "Xu Xianyue".

Qingyang patted his chest and assured: "Yes, Master, I am sure that Miss Xu got on the carriage."

Qin Yuechuan's tone became even colder, staring at the figure in front of him and questioning Qingyang:

"Then tell me, who is that?"

Qingyang didn't understand what was going on. He took a closer look and was stunned for a moment:

The figure in front with her skirt dancing and picking up flowers and smelling them, who else could it be but Xu Xianyue?

Who can tell him what's going on?

Xu Xinyue seemed to be aware of something and turned around. She was still holding the hibiscus in her hand. She looked at Qin Yuechuan with a sweet smile and asked, pretending not to know:

"Where is your Majesty going?"