For the first time, the Right minister felt that if Ren Anle was a mere prince consort of the Eastern Palace, she was really wronged!
It's nighttime in the study of Ren fu.
Ren Anle has changed into an ink black long dress, her long hair dripping with water is scattered. Her eyebrows are slightly furrowed as she leans back on the couch.
Yuan Qin was carefully wiping her hair with a cloth towel when Yuan Shu came in from outside and reported in a low voice:l, "Miss, the bookcase where the examination papers were kept in the tribute courtyard caught fire just now. The examination papers of all the exam candidates were burned."
Ren Anle opened her eyes, looking clear and bright, "I see."
"Yuan Qin, of the exam candidates standing in the hall today, can you tell me how many exam candidates did not show up?"
Yuan Qin recalled for a moment, and then replied, "Apart from Wen Shuo gongzi and the son of the Marquis of Qi Nan's family, only Jiang Hao, the di son of the Left Minister, did not show up."
The corner of her lips slightly hooked as Ren Anle sat cross-legged, resting her chin, "I'm afraid it's a guilty conscience. Li Chong'en has been an official for more than ten years and was very experienced. If the imperial court official hadn't been so powerful that he couldn't refuse, he wouldn't have drawn misfortune and ended up killing himself. It's just that I didn't expect Jiang Yuzhe to be so ruthless, and that Du Shang Shu, who has been his obedient servant for more than ten years, would still end up being treated as an abandoned pawn."
"If not, how could he have become the minister and ranked above the tens of thousands of people." Yuan Qin smiled, dried Ren Anle's wet hair and asked, "Miss, shall we leave this matter as it is?"
Ren Anle nodded, "With Emperor Jianing's holy favor and no evidence, this matter cannot touch him."
Ren Anle stretched out and instructed, "Yuan Qin, go to Feng Ji tomorrow and make some presentable looking clothes, I'm afraid your lady will be summoned by the Emperor ...."
Before the words left her mouth, Chang Qing's low voice had already sounded outside the study. "Miss, His Highness the Crown Prince has sent a congratulatory gift."
"Oh? What gift? Why don't you present it quickly!" Ren Anle instantly came to spirit, her eyes wide as she looked towards the dark corridor.
Dozens of palace servants walk in in a line, all with gorgeous faces, but none of them attracted as much attention as what they were holding.
A set of gorgeous dresses in glorious colours were quietly placed in the hands of the palace servants, so luxurious and graceful that one could tell they were tributes from the forbidden palace.
The wood boxes were filled with ceramic glaze, gold and silver hairpins, and there was a pleasant clinking sound as the maids walked slowly.
Although these are valuable, they are far from shocking. The three people froze like this only because ... there are too many. For a little more than half an hour, the stream of gifts sent into the Ren fu did not stop.