My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Xiao Fei'er's face displayed a smile that fascinated men, and she looked at Gu Lan tenderly, "Sir, you are clearly Langzhou's top scholar. Why be so low-key? On the night of your arrival in the capital, I was the one who entertained you. Could it be that Sir has forgotten about me?"

After she said this, the scholars' mental states exploded! Damn! Xiao Fei'er entertained him that night! Even though they were not locals in the capital, they knew the kind of fortune this was!

"Is Sir Gu Lan the top scholar from Langzhou? I'm Lu Jing, nice to meet you!" Lu Jing came over and greeted with clasped hands. His move made many scholars around him think.

This guy is indeed smart.

Seeing that Xiao Fei'er was staring at Gu Lan, they all knew that they had no chance. Instead of making an enemy for the sake of a beauty, it's better to make another friend, which would be beneficial for future development in the court.

"Nice to meet you," Gu Lan nodded slightly to the interesting Lu Jing.

Then, he looked at Xiao Fei'er with an indifferent expression, "Miss Xiao, it's better to speak clearly. I have a clean and clear relationship with you, just a chance encounter... Why use vague words and damage your reputation?"

This woman never stops! There should be limits to being covetous!

After saying that, everyone was dumbfounded again. What the hell?

Xiao Fei'er's mention of spending the night with him turned out to be deliberately ambiguous! In reality, the two weren't very familiar?

"I see now... Miss Xiao might have set her eyes on this gentleman, but this gentleman didn't set his eyes on Miss Xiao!" someone said.

"Hey! Don't say it out loud. What if it upsets the fairy?"

Xiao Fei'er: ...

Their gazes toward Gu Lan now, though still tinged with a bit of jealousy, were even more filled with admiration. Who let him be so handsome and capable that even the courtesan is chasing after him?

Meanwhile, Xiao Fei'er bit her lip, looking at Gu Lan with deep confusion. Just yesterday, the female Emperor had already told her that Gu Lan's true identity was the Consecrator of the Tianji Pavilion!

Despite having such strength, why was he being so low-key? Wouldn't it be good for him to become famous and marry the Emperor, bringing the beauty home?

Is there really someone in this world who doesn't seek fame, fortune, or beauty? Xiao Fei'er felt a bit frustrated, having been rejected countless times.

After a while, Xiao Fei'er shook her head as if she had let go of her worries. "Sir, please wait. I'm actually here to deliver a message," she hurriedly said.

She had already lost face and become the laughingstock of the crowd, playing the role of a lapdog in their eyes. If she didn't state the purpose of this visit and let it continue aimlessly, she feared she would truly become insignificant.

"What message?" Gu Lan turned back indifferently, raising an eyebrow.

Xiao Fei'er forced a smile and pointed to the high pavilion, "Jixia Literary Academy, Master Zhang Qingwei invites you."

As soon as the words fell, the pupils of the scholars around them shook. Even the top scholars, including Lu Jing, looked at the high pavilion with intense excitement.

"Master Zhang Qingwei! My god! Wasn't he in seclusion? Unexpectedly, he is still passing on knowledge and accepting apprentices?"

"Master Zhang Qingwei is a senior brother of Grand Tutor Su, right? If one could become his apprentice, wouldn't that be an easy path to success?"

"I heard this master teaches only those who conform to his aesthetics, especially those unmoved by worldly desires... Wait, could it be that Xiao Fei'er's visit is a test for us?"

"Oh damn! If he is summoning Sir Gu Lan now, is he planning to take him as a apprentice?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock. The commotion caused by Xiao Fei'er's appearance was nothing compared to this.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

...

On the Changting River, mist enveloped the waves.

In the center of the misty sea, there was a small island with a stone platform covered in layers of petals, making it exceptionally beautiful.

On the second floor of the Dulcet Pavilion, at the railing, a young girl and an old woman were enjoying tea while looking at the stone platform from afar.

"Ms Gui, is that the largest Baihua Arena in the Jing Nation?" the charming girl asked.

Beside her was a red paper umbrella, a tool that, if seen by someone from the Northern Ming region, would immediately reveal her identity.

The elegant and graceful Princess Luan Xiaoyao of Northern Ming!

"Yes, indeed. The literary gathering of the Jing Nation is being held these days, and the martial arts competition will begin in half a month," replied the old woman.

Luan Xiaoyao came to the Jing Nation this time to make a name for herself in the martial arts competition. By using the Tianji Ranking, she wanted everyone to know that she, the Princess of Northern Ming, was not inferior to any prodigy from imperial dynasties.

"That's good!" Luan Xiaoyao smiled, revealing a sharp little fang. "In the martial arts competition, I will challenge the Jing Nation's top expert and make a name for myself by stepping on him!"

"This..." the old woman hesitated after hearing that. "How about it? Do you think I can't do it?" Luan Xiaoyao pouted.

"No, no! The princess is unparalleled in talent, and she has received the true teachings of our ancestors... It's just, I don't know if the princess remembers that domineering sword aura we encountered on the road before?" the old woman reminded.

"In recent days, I've been inquiring in the capital and suspect that those four sword auras were unleashed by the Consecrator of the Tianji Pavilion. His strength is unfathomable! The princess must be cautious!"

"Tianji Pavilion's Consecrator, huh..." Luan Xiaoyao had also heard a lot of rumors about this person recently, and she frowned slightly.

"Princess, if we encounter this person, shall we run?" the old woman suggested. "The Jing Nation has no grievances with us, and they won't stop us."

"Humph, I won't run!" Luan Xiaoyao gritted her teeth, firmly gripping the red paper umbrella. "Just a Consecrator, right? I happen to have some grievances with Tianji Pavilion. This princess is here to suppress the arrogance of this top sect!"

"Let's see if he is truly as divine as the rumors say!"

...

When Gu Lan and Zhongren left the Jixia Literary Academy, it was already evening.

Having met Master Zhang Qingwei, Gu Lan couldn't help but sigh at the literary accomplishments in the Jing Nation.

Unlike his systematic approach, this old master had truly reached the realm of immortality through extensive reading, making him one of the few literary figures who achieved immortality in the present day.

Despite his advanced age, his strength was not to be underestimated.

What impressed Gu Lan the most was that the old master had no intention of taking any apprentices. Throughout the entire afternoon, he casually conversed with Gu Lan as if they were old friends, without any thought of accepting apprentices.

Xiao Fei'er also behaved more modestly, serving tea and quietly listening as they discussed various worldly matters.

The experience of the past half-day surprisingly made Gu Lan feel extremely comfortable.

Well... perhaps he could set aside his previous prejudices and visit the old master more often in the future.

This old man was much stronger than those scholars outside who were obsessed with fame, wealth, and the desire to mentor others.

...

In the current moment, within the high pavilion, the white-haired old man sat by the fireplace, watching Gu Lan's departing figure outside the window.

He sincerely smiled and said, "Fei'er, the young master that Yexi brought this time... is quite good, very powerful. Is he Yexi's man?"

"Master, he's not Yexi's husband!" Xiao Fei'er pouted, blinking her beautiful eyes. When Liu Yexi came to investigate, she didn't know Gu Lan's identity or the reason behind it. So Master Zhang Qingwei thought she wanted to use connections.

"Oh, he's yours?" Zhang Qingwei asked in confusion.

"No!" Xiao Fei'er blushed, quickly changing the subject. "Master, you appreciate talents so much. Why didn't you accept him as a apprentice?"

"Not possible," Zhang Qingwei glanced at her, shaking his head earnestly. "A hidden dragon in a deep abyss can be accepted as a apprentice, but now that he has soared freely, restraining him further will only result in severe backlash."

"Master, your vision is truly remarkable. You could see through his cultivation level?" Xiao Fei'er exclaimed in surprise.

"No... it's just an old man's intuition!" Zhang Qingwei honestly admitted, then hastily added, "Fei'er, you must find a way to keep this person in the Jing Nation. Do not let him be swayed by other countries!"

Xiao Fei'er was taken aback for a moment and then covered her mouth, laughing, "Rest assured, Master. Whoever tries to lure him away, he will stay in the Jing Nation...

After all, aside from His Majesty, who can bind the heart of such an extraordinary powerhouse?"