Feng Bi led Wang Zhen all the way to the door of Tang Shen’s bedroom.

Fortunately, the young page boy was still sensible. Although he dared not refuse to lead the way under Wang Zhen’s authority, when he reached the door, he knocked and alerted Tang Shen, “Gongzi, Wang daren is here. We’re coming in.”

As soon as the door was pushed open, sunlight poured into the room, accompanied by a faint mist of incense. The room was filled with thick smoke from heavily scented candles, which were prone to producing smoke. Feng Bi was momentarily stunned. Just a quarter of an hour ago, the room had been empty. How had it become so smoky in such a short time? What was his gongzi up to?

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Tang Shen lay in bed, coughing heavily. “Come in.”

Feng Bi bowed and stepped aside to let Wang Zhen enter.

Wang Zhen stood at the door, looking at the thick smoke in the room. He smiled slightly, then stepped inside.

The room was eerily quiet, except for Tang Shen’s occasional coughs. The room wasn’t large, but the white smoke obscured everything, making it seem vast and ethereal. Wang Zhen followed the sound to Tang Shen’s bedside. He looked down and saw Tang Shen’s flushed face, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to suppress a cough. Then, with a violent cough, Tang Shen removed his hand, revealing a palm stained with bright red.

Wang Zhen was momentarily panicked, taking a step forward anxiously before suddenly stopping.

He stared directly into Tang Shen’s clear eyes, feeling both amused and helpless.

Tang Shen struggled to sit up. “I caught a cold and suddenly fell very ill. I won’t get up to greet you, Senior Brother. Please leave quickly so I don’t pass my illness to you.”

Wang Zhen spoke sincerely, “What are you saying, little Junior Brother? We’re both away from home, and we’re fellow disciples. As your elder, how can I not care for you when you’re sick?”

Tang Shen thought to himself: You’re my elder? But you clearly don’t want to be just my elder.

Wang Zhen sat by the bed, observing the color on Tang Shen’s face and the red stain on his palm.

Tang Shen didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that Wang Zhen would notice something amiss. He had filled the room with smoke to obscure the details and hide the fact that he was feigning illness. But what he didn’t know was that holding his breath and no longer coughing created a stark contrast to his earlier fit of coughing.

After a long while, Wang Zhen reached out his hand.

Tang Shen’s heart skipped a beat.

Wang Zhen caressed Tang Shen’s cheek, his fingers gently tracing the contours.

Tang Shen’s heart raced under the touch, and even without the rouge, his face would have been flushed. After a moment, Wang Zhen looked at his fingertips, then showed them to Tang Shen, smiling. “It’s red.”

Tang Shen: “…”

Wang Zhen put on a concerned expression and earnestly explained, “Could it be that you accidentally smeared blood on your face when you coughed earlier?”

Tang Shen: “…”

Please, stop talking!

The saying “covering one’s ears while stealing a bell” came to mind. After his little scheme was exposed, Tang Shen simply closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, acting as if he hadn’t heard anything. Wang Zhen watched him silently, then continued to smile as he gently caressed Tang Shen’s face. From his delicate brows to his small, tender earlobes, and then to his lips. As soon as Wang Zhen’s finger lightly touched his lips, Tang Shen turned his head away, avoiding the touch and leaving Wang Zhen’s hand hanging in mid-air.

Wang Zhen was momentarily stunned. After a long silence, he let out a deep sigh.

“Little Junior Brother.”

Tang Shen didn’t dare to respond.

Wang Zhen called again, “Little Junior Brother.”

Tang Shen still didn’t speak.

After a while, Wang Zhen’s voice deepened, “Tang Jingze.”

Tang Shen’s heart tightened. He felt an intense gaze on him and opened his eyes to see Wang Zhen looking at him calmly, his eyes serene and unreadable. In that moment, Tang Shen’s heart ached sharply. He had avoided this for so many days, hidden for so long, but he still couldn’t escape it.

Tang Shen whispered, “En…”

Wang Zhen, “Do you see it?”

Tang Shen, “What?”

Wang Zhen said mildly, “My sincere heart.”

Tang Shen’s pupils contracted. He opened his mouth but found himself speechless.

Seeing Tang Shen’s expression, Wang Zhen understood everything. He laughed at himself and said, “You naturally understand. Like when we first met, you knew who I was but pretended not to.” He pressed his hand against Tang Shen’s chest, and through the thin blanket, Tang Shen felt as if his heartbeat had stopped. “Are you afraid of me?”

Tang Shen couldn’t utter a single word.

Wang Zhen, “Or are you afraid of yourself?!”

The deepest part of his heart had been ruthlessly exposed. Tang Shen trembled all over. “Senior Brother!”

Wang Zhen pressed his index finger against Tang Shen’s lips and softly said, “Shh. You don’t need to say anything. I already understand everything. Your answer has been clear to me all along, but I didn’t dare to believe it, nor did I want to.” Wang Zhen smiled gently, but no one could say he was happy. He tried to speak in a cheerful tone, “How could I ever force you?”

Tang Shen felt his scalp tingle under Wang Zhen’s gaze. He desperately wanted to say, “Senior Brother, I’m not like that,” but the words wouldn’t come out. Wang Zhen’s finger on his lips felt like the Five-Finger Mountain pressing down on the Monkey King, burning his heart and making his eyes red.

Wang Zhen sighed softly. With the finger stained by rouge, he gently traced Tang Shen’s eyebrows. His movements were tender and lingering, like a husband painting his wife’s eyebrows.

“After finishing her makeup, she whispers to her husband, ‘Are the depths of my brows in fashion?'”

“Since you’re sick, rest well and don’t overexert yourself.”

Wang Zhen stood up and left. Tang Shen lay in bed for a while, then suddenly got up and rushed out the door, wanting to chase after Wang Zhen. But Wang Zhen moved too quickly this time. Tang Shen hesitated for just a moment, and Wang Zhen’s sedan chair was already out of sight. Tang Shen stood at the door, staring blankly at the empty alley. He even thought about going to the Minister Residence right then to tell Wang Zhen that even if they couldn’t be together, he still respected and admired Wang Zifeng more than anyone.

But Tang Shen didn’t dare to go.

The next day, before the morning court session, Tang Shen quietly went to the palace where high-ranking officials gathered. He craned his neck, looking for Wang Zhen, but several ministers filed out, and Wang Zhen was nowhere to be seen. After the court session ended, Tang Shen searched again but still couldn’t find Wang Zhen.

Tang Shen wondered, did Senior Brother take leave and not attend court today?

After the morning court session, Tang Shen didn’t go to the Censorate but instead went to Qinzheng Hall. He hesitated at the door for a long time before finally knocking and entering. This room was shared by Wang Zhen and the Minister of Rites, Meng Lang. Wang Zhen’s seat was empty, but Meng Lang was inside. Seeing Tang Shen, Meng Lang was surprised. “Tang daren? I recall you’re not assigned to Qinzheng Hall now.” Then, his eyes flickered. “Are you here to see Wang daren?”

Tang Shen forced himself to say, “Yes, this lower official has something to discuss with the Minister of Revenue.”

Meng Lang, unaware of the recent complications between the two fellow disciples, laughed heartily. “What bad timing! Didn’t you know? Last night, Wang daren submitted a request to the palace, apparently he is returning home to visit his family. He left the city last night.”

Tang Shen, “What?!”

Tang Shen went to the Ministry of Revenue and the Minister Residence, but the answer was the same.

Wang Zhen had truly left the capital and returned to Jinling!

Tang Shen collapsed into a chair, dumbfounded.

“He’s angry with me. He must be angry with me.”

“But I didn’t do anything wrong. Should I really be with him? But… but that shouldn’t be!”

A day later, Tang Shen thought to himself, I didn’t do anything wrong. I just couldn’t bear to reject Senior Brother to his face.

Another day passed, and Tang Shen thought again: No, I was wrong. No matter what, I shouldn’t have feigned illness to deceive him, or used rouge to fake blood. He must have been heartbroken when he saw that.

Three days later, Tang Shen had an epiphany: He has been so good to me. He knew I was investigating Mr. Liang’s death and the palace coup thirty-one years ago, but instead of exposing or stopping me, he helped me. He told our teacher that he wanted to clear the obstacles ahead of me and remove the worries behind me. Yet, I ungratefully deceived him.

“Senior Brother…”

“Wang Zifeng!”

In Jinling, Jiangnan, the Wang family of Langya.

Since Wang Zhen topped the imperial examinations twelve years ago and became an official in the capital, he rarely returned to Jinling except during the New Year, and even then, he never stayed long. The children of the Wang family, far from reproach, had grown accustomed to playing around, doing just enough to get by with their studies, as the two powerful officials in the family, Wang Quan and Wang Zhen, were rarely home.

But now, Wang Zhen had suddenly returned.

The Wang children all wore bitter expressions, dressed in their crow black robes. They were punished with extra homework if they misspoke during meals, their lives had truly become miserable.

Wang Hui, Wang Zhen’s fourth uncle, brought a pot of fine Biluochun tea to Wang Zhen’s courtyard. The uncle and nephew chatted over tea.

Wang Hui, knowing he was just a merchant and no match for the cunning of officials, got straight to the point, “Zi Feng, you’ve been home for five days. Aren’t you going back to the capital? Is there nothing urgent in the court?” If you don’t go back, not only will the children suffer, but even I, your uncle, won’t have a comfortable life!

Wang Zhen, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. Do you think I’ve stayed too long, Fourth Uncle?” He put on a hurt expression.

Wang Hui cursed inwardly, “Yeah, right, you’re such a good actor,” but outwardly he said, “Of course not. It’s just that you’re usually so busy with official duties. How do you have time to rest at home for so long this time?”

“I’m not entirely resting.”

Wang Hui was puzzled. “Oh?”

Wang Zhen uttered simply, “Gusu.”

Wang Hui immediately understood. He lowered his voice and whispered, “Is your return related to what the Second Prince is trying to do in Gusu?” Wang Hui knew a thing or two about the Military Silver Exchange Bank, so he quickly made the connection.

Wang Zhen smiled leisurely but didn’t answer.

Wang Hui now understood the real reason for Wang Zhen’s return. On the surface, it was a family visit, but in reality, he was arranging matters in Gusu. Well, in that case, he couldn’t rush Wang Zhen to leave. The children would just have to suffer a bit longer.

Wang Hui then thought of something. “By the way, how are things with that Tang Jingze? It’s been two years, and there’s still no progress.” This isn’t like you.

Wang Zhen’s hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly. He lowered his eyes and said, “This trip home is also related to him.”

Wang Hui, “Huh?”

Wang Zhen, “If it’s always sweet and affectionate, how can there be contrast? How can he realize how important I am to him?”

Wang Hui, being a shrewd man, especially in matters of love, immediately understood. He laughed and said, “Zi Feng, you’re not wrong, but could you really bear to do this? Your little junior brother is far away in the capital, probably missing you so much that he can’t eat or sleep, wishing he could fly to Jinling to find you. Can you bear to see him like this?”

Wang Zhen let out a long sigh and set down his teacup.

“Whether I’m willing or not, whether I can bear it or not, what does it matter? He clearly has feelings for me. I can see the affection in his eyes, but he just can’t figure it out and refuses to admit it.”

Seeing Wang Zhen express his emotions so openly was a rare sight. Wang Hui was thrilled and couldn’t help but stare.

Wang Zhen glanced sideways at him and said gently, “Fourth Uncle.”

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Wang Hui shrank back, coughed, and stood up. “I just remembered there’s something I need to attend to at the shop. I’ll take my leave.” As he reached the courtyard gate, Wang Zhen called out to him again. Wang Hui turned back. “Yes? Is there something else, Zi Feng?”

Wang Zhen paused, then said, “I’ll return to the capital in ten days.”

Wang Hui was stunned. “Alright.”

After leaving Wang Zhen’s courtyard, Wang Hui couldn’t help but sigh. “You say you’re willing, that you can bear it? But in the end, you still can’t bear to see him distressed!”

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Tang Shen returned from his search for the book, but Fu Wei neither saw the book nor the page boy Wen Shu. He asked, “Has that little boy gone off to play again?”

Tang Shen smiled and defended Wen Shu, “Sir, you guessed wrong. We searched for a long time but couldn’t find it. Wen Shu then called for Fu Qin, and only then did we learn that the book had been moved from your study a few days ago when you were admiring the flowers. It was placed in the garden. So Wen Shu and Fu Qin went to look for it, and I came back first.”

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Not long after, Wen Shu and Fu Qin indeed returned with the book.

Fu Wei opened the poetry collection and, after discussing it with his two students, he pointed at Wang Zhen and said to Tang Shen, “Your senior brother just said he’s drunk.”

Wang Zhen, holding a wine cup, continued to drink one cup after another, as if he hadn’t heard Fu Wei’s words.

Tang Shen, “Senior Brother is drunk?”

Wang Zhen looked at him and smiled softly.

Fu Wei waved his sleeve and said, “Enough, enough, let’s end it here for today. You help your senior brother back and take him home. I don’t want the news of the Minister of Revenue being drunk on the streets to spread all over Shengjing City tomorrow. I can’t bear the embarrassment!”

Tang Shen immediately stepped forward, supporting Wang Zhen’s arm, and led him out of the Fu Residence.

Wang Zhen seemed truly drunk. As soon as he got into the carriage, he closed his eyes, his head tilted slightly, and soon rested on Tang Shen’s shoulder. Tang Shen’s body stiffened for a moment, but then he lifted the carriage curtain and said to the driver, “Go to the Minister Residence first.”

Throughout the journey, Wang Zhen remained asleep with his eyes closed, and Tang Shen dared not move, afraid of waking him. When they were almost at the Minister Residence, the steward was already waiting outside.

Tang Shen, “Senior Brother seems drunk, so I brought him back.”

The steward was shocked, glancing in surprise at Wang Zhen resting on Tang Shen’s shoulder, then at Tang Shen. He slowly bowed and said, “Thank you, Tang gongzi.” The steward quickly had someone help Wang Zhen inside, and Tang Shen then got back into the carriage to go home.

However, he didn’t know that as soon as the Minister Residence gate closed behind him, Wang Zhen, who had been “unconscious from drunkenness,” suddenly opened his eyes and stood up straight.

Seeing this, the steward thought to himself, “As expected.”

The steward had been taking care of Wang Zhen for over ten years, ever since Wang Zhen came to Shengjing. He had never seen Wang Zhen drunk. Firstly, Wang Zhen had a good tolerance for alcohol and rarely got drunk; secondly, given Wang Zhen’s cautious nature and character, he disliked losing control. Being drunk was something Wang Zhen would never allow himself.

Wang Zhen reached into his robe and pulled out a thin music score. This was what Tang Shen had quickly slipped into his robe while he was asleep in the carriage. It must have been a gift for his twenty-ninth birthday.

The music score was a rare manuscript from the previous dynasty, extremely valuable. Wang Zhen stared at it for a while, then sighed wistfully. He said, “Prepare some sobering soup.”

The steward was surprised: “Gongzi is drunk?” It didn’t seem so; his eyes were clear, and he walked steadily.

Wang Zhen shook his head and smiled softly.

“It’s not the wine that intoxicates; it’s the person who gets themselves drunk.”

On the other side, after Tang Shen returned home, his page boy Feng Bi had been waiting for him with a lamp. Since Tang Shen had to attend the morning court the next day, he always went to bed before xu shi (7-9 PM). Feng Bi noticed the smell of alcohol on Tang Shen and thoughtfully asked, “Gongzi, would you like some sobering soup?”

“…Yes.”

Soon, Feng Bi brought over the sobering soup that Aunt Yao had prepared earlier and placed it on the desk in the study. Tang Shen held a book in his right hand, staring at it intently. But after a long time, he hadn’t turned a single page. After a while, Feng Bi reminded him, “Gongzi, the soup will get cold.”

Tang Shen snapped out of his daze, softly acknowledging, and then reached for the sobering soup.

Feng Bi exclaimed, “Gongzi, that’s the brush holder, you’ve got the wrong thing.”

As if struck by a sudden realization, Tang Shen came to his senses. His hand trembled, and the porcelain brush holder fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Feng Bi hurriedly cleaned up the mess, while Tang Shen opened his mouth but said nothing. After a moment, he said, “You can leave, Feng Bi.”

Feng Bi, puzzled, collected the broken pieces and left the study.

Tang Shen put down the book he had been staring at for half an hour without reading a single word. His fingers clenched tightly, then relaxed. He took a deep breath.

He had never thought…

That his senior brother had such feelings for him!

No, or rather, a month ago, that night at the Minister Residence, when Wang Zhen kissed his eyes through the back of his hand. Before that night, he had never entertained such thoughts, never dared to. After that night, he had begun to suspect, so he avoided Wang Zhen, dodged him. He deceived himself, telling himself that perhaps he was overthinking it, that such a thing couldn’t be possible.

But today, what he heard at the Fu Residence made it impossible for him to continue deceiving himself.

The reason Wang Zhen, nearing thirty, had never married wasn’t because he was impotent or couldn’t find a suitable woman, but because he liked men, because he hadn’t found the man who stirred his heart!

Tang Shen’s heart trembled violently, his mouth dry, his entire being shaken by this sudden realization.

Six months ago, in Youzhou, he had convinced Su Wenyun that Wang Zhen wasn’t a homosexual. But Su Wenyun didn’t know that at the same time, Tang Shen had also been convinced by the other’s words.

Tang Shen closed his eyes, refusing to think about it anymore. But as soon as he shut his eyes, all he could see was Wang Zhen.

Tang Shen picked up the bowl of sobering soup and drank it all in one go. Yet, he felt even more intoxicated, his mind foggy, but unable to sleep.

Another night passed with his eyes open until dawn.

The next day, after the morning court session, Tang Shen only worked for half a day before taking leave to rest at home.

During the morning court, he had glanced at Wang Zhen from afar. They no longer worked in the same office, so their chances of meeting were few. As long as they avoided each other during the morning court, nothing awkward would happen. Wang Zhen appeared calm and normal, seemingly unaware that Tang Shen had overheard those words the previous night.

After avoiding him for two days, in mid-October, Tang Shen received a letter from his hometown in Gusu.

The letter was from Tang Shen’s uncle, Tang juren. He first congratulated Tang Shen on his promotion, then mentioned some family matters. For example, Madam Tang had fallen seriously ill the previous month, but fortunately, a skilled doctor had cured her, so Tang Shen need not worry.

At the end of the letter, Tang juren wrote: “At the beginning of September, the Second Prince arrived in Gusu as the Defense Commissioner. The Governor held a banquet to welcome him, and I was honored to be among the guests. A few days ago, a strange new establishment called the Military Silver Exchange Bank was set up in Gusu. I thought it had nothing to do with the Tang family, but on the sixth, the Second Prince decided to expand the Military Silver Exchange Bank and invited all the local gentry and wealthy families in Gusu to oversee its operations.”

Reading this, Tang Shen was quite surprised.

Most people didn’t know what the Military Silver Exchange Bank was, and even Su Wenyun and Yu Chaosheng might not fully understand it, but Tang Shen did. Two years ago, powerful ministers had tried to promote “paper currency” under the guise of the Revenue And Expenditure Department, but it ended in disaster. The current Silver Pull Division, or the Military Silver Exchange Bank, was a new cover for the “paper currency” initiative.

The Military Silver Exchange Bank had been progressing smoothly, and all officials involved, including Wang Zhen and Tang Shen, had received the emperor’s praise. The next step for the Bank would be to truly implement “paper currency.” The timing and method would be carefully managed by Wang Zhen, who would find the most opportune moment to introduce it.

But why would the Second Prince, Zhao Shang, suddenly want to get involved in the Military Silver Exchange Bank?

Tang Shen was puzzled. A few days later, when he learned that the other two princes also wanted to take on some responsibilities and make achievements in their respective posts, he suddenly understood: Zhao Shang might not know what the Military Silver Exchange Bank was really about. He simply wanted to make a political achievement to impress the emperor and outshine his two brothers. That’s why he chose the Military Silver Exchange Bank.

This matter was neither too significant nor too trivial.

After all, Zhao Shang was a prince, not just a minor defense commissioner of Gusu. If he truly wanted to interfere with the Military Silver Exchange Bank, it was unlikely that anyone would dare to stop him. If Zhao Shang were to cause any trouble, it wouldn’t just be a matter of him losing his chance at the throne in the future; it would also ruin the elaborate plan that Wang Zhen had been setting up for two years.

Tang Shen knew that he should inform Wang Zhen about this and remind him to take some precautions. However, he was currently too afraid to see Wang Zhen. He couldn’t bring himself to reject his senior brother, but he also couldn’t accept the other’s feelings.

After much contemplation, Tang Shen came up with an idea.

He deliberately found out that Wang Zhen had been summoned to the palace by Zhao Fu on a certain day. So, after finishing his duties, Tang Shen hurried to Wang Zhen’s residence before he returned.

The steward said, “Tang gongzi, our young master hasn’t returned yet. Please wait in the flower hall.”

Tang Shen often visited Wang Zhen’s residence, and many times the two would simply share a meal together. Their residences were close, making it convenient for them to visit each other. It was common for Tang Shen to arrive while Wang Zhen was still out, so the steward didn’t think much of it and simply invited Tang Shen inside.

However, this time Tang Shen hesitated and said, “I have other matters to attend to today. Since my senior brother isn’t back yet, I won’t disturb him. I have a letter for him. Could you please deliver it for me?”

The steward was slightly surprised but took the letter.

An hour later, Wang Zhen returned home and heard about Tang Shen’s visit and his refusal to stay. He raised an eyebrow, opened the letter, and began to read. Seeing that Tang Shen had subtly informed him about the Second Prince’s apparent interest in interfering with the Military Silver Exchange Bank in Gusu, Wang Zhen was momentarily stunned. He stared at the letter for a long time without speaking.

After a while, he sighed and said, “He did this on purpose.”

The steward, standing nearby, was puzzled.

Wang Zhen asked, “When he visited today, was he wearing his official robes or casual clothes?”

The steward replied, “Official robes.”

Wang Zhen said, “You see, if he truly intended to visit, why would he come in his official robes? He had no intention of staying long; he just wanted to deliver the letter. He knew full well that I wouldn’t be home, so he prepared the letter in advance.” After a pause, Wang Zhen suddenly stood up, looking surprised. “Such an important matter shouldn’t have been conveyed through a letter alone. Even during the times he avoided me, he should have understood the urgency of the situation and not handled it so carelessly.”

After pacing back and forth in the hall, Wang Zhen said firmly, “He must have found out. He’s no longer doubting or guessing; he’s certain. How did he suddenly become so sure?”

After a long while, Wang Zhen laughed wryly and said, “So he heard everything that evening!”

The next day, just as Tang Shen returned home from his duties and was having dinner with Tang Huang, Feng Bi suddenly rushed in and said, “Gongzi, Wang daren is here.”

Tang Shen’s chopsticks clattered onto the table. “Which Wang daren?”

Feng Bi gave Tang Shen a strange look. “Wang Zhen, Wang daren.”

Tang Shen immediately said, “Tell him I’m sick and can’t receive guests!” But as soon as he finished speaking, he muttered to himself, “No, no one can fool Wang Zhen. He’s the master of deception. To fool him, I have to fool myself first. I really am sick. I’m very sick. I can barely get out of bed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shen dashed out of the hall and ran toward his room. Halfway there, he turned back and asked, “Tang Huang, where’s your rouge?”

Tang Huang, who had been stunned by Tang Shen’s sudden actions, finally stammered, “In… in my room?”

Tang Shen said, “Let me borrow it.”

Tang Huang exclaimed, “Eh?!”

Tang Shen rushed to his sister’s room at lightning speed, grabbed a box of rouge from her dressing table, and then ran back to his own room. He lay down on his bed and pulled the covers over himself.

Outside, Wang Zhen, dressed in a deep red official robe, leaned against his sedan chair, waiting quietly. He held a brocade folding fan in his hand, tapping it lightly against his palm, exuding an air of elegance and grace.

Feng Bi ran out and said, “Wang daren, my young master is sick and can’t receive guests.”

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Wang Zhen put on a concerned expression and said, “Little Junior Brother is sick? Then I must see him. Lead the way.”

Feng Bi initially wanted to say more, but when he looked up and saw Wang daren‘s gentle and serene smile, he closed his mouth and obediently led the way.

Gongzi, it’s not that Feng Bi is useless—anyone would have done the same!

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The so-called greedy and ruthless by nature, they form factions like jackals to oppress.

Unbeknownst to Tang Shen, Yu Chaosheng had already assigned him a political faction—dubbed the Tang Party. It had to be said that Yu Chaosheng’s instincts were incredibly sharp, no less than those of his mentor, Xu Bi.

On the surface, Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze’s appointments to the Silver Pull Division seemed unrelated to Tang Shen. They were formally under the jurisdiction of the Silver Pull Division’s Capital Department, and their direct superior should have been Qin Si.

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But simply because these two shared an unusual connection with Tang Shen, Yu Chaosheng immediately sensed that the emperor had sent them to Youzhou not as subordinates to Qin Si, but as personnel specifically placed to support Tang Shen.

At this very moment, Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze were stationed in Youzhou. While handling their official duties—managing silver notes and overseeing the military silver exchange banks across thirty-six provinces—they were also secretly liaising with spies embedded in the Liao State.

Monitoring the Liao State was no small matter.

Upon their arrival in Youzhou, they immediately received intelligence from Qiao Jiu: the Emperor of Liao had suffered a stroke, and the Second Prince had seized the opportunity to make his move.

Although Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze were of equal official rank, it was Wang Xiao who held real decision-making power. Without hesitation, he ordered Qiao Jiu to take advantage of the chaos and further infiltrate the Second Prince’s faction through their insider, Xiao Zhen, to gather more intelligence.

For the next month, a steady stream of intelligence reports arrived from the Liao State.

Routine information was handled directly by Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze, but anything of critical importance was discreetly sent to Shengjing for Tang Shen and Su Wenyun to assess.

Thus, time flew by, and before one knew it, a month had passed.

On the seventh day of the tenth month, the 31st year of Kaiping, it was Emperor Zhao Fu’s grand birthday. In previous years, he had always held lavish celebrations, with officials from all thirty-six provinces sending gifts months in advance.

But this year was different.

Suddenly, Zhao Fu had become devoted to Buddhist fasting and scripture. At the beginning of the ninth month, he issued an edict, the “Imperial Reflection Decree”, declaring:

“For thirty-one years since my ascension, I have sought not glory, only to be without fault. Yet, the Yellow River floods year after year, leaving the people along its banks destitute. The lost lands remain unrestored—how can a nation be secure? As the Son of Heaven, the true dragon incarnate, how can I rest peacefully at night?”

“…Therefore, I decree that this year’s birthday shall not be extravagantly celebrated. Instead, let all regions practice frugality, for that shall bring me true joy.”

Zhao Fu was always an enigma, his actions unpredictable. His abrupt refusal to celebrate left the Ministry of Rites—who had been preparing for over six months—completely dumbfounded.

Still, this was of little concern. Who would remember that the day before the emperor’s birthday was Wang Zhen’s own birthday?

Yet, this time, even Zhao Fu remembered.

In Chuigong Hall, he smiled and said, “Zi Feng, you’ll be thirty next year, won’t you? I recall today is your birthday.”

Lately, Zhao Fu had taken a peculiar interest in discussing people’s ages.

Most emperors, as they aged, avoided talk of mortality. Even common elders disliked such conversations. But Zhao Fu was different—the more he immersed himself in Taoist teachings, the more he relished discussing age.

Young officials like Tang Shen, who had just come of age, were spared. But Wang Zhen, Su Wenyun, Left Prime Minister Ji Wengji, Right Prime Minister Wang Quan—all the high-ranking ministers—had all been singled out by Zhao Fu for his observations on their advancing years.

Wang Zhen calmly replied, “Yes, Your Majesty, today is my birthday.”

Zhao Fu pondered for a moment before declaring, “A birthday must be properly celebrated.”

Even before Wang Zhen finished his duties at the Ministry of Revenue, imperial gifts had already begun arriving at his residence.

However, after receiving the decree back at the Minister Residence, Wang Zhen promptly left for Fu Wei’s manor, where Tang Shen and Fu Wei had already prepared a private banquet in his honor.

The three of them—teacher and students—raised their cups under the moonlight. Wine cups clinked, the cool evening breeze rustled, and the scene felt like a painting, ethereal and serene.

For the past few years, Fu Wei had been painstakingly compiling a scholarly collection, and by the previous month, it was finally nearing completion.

But time had left its mark. Five years had passed since Tang Shen first met the great scholar Fu Xiru, and now, even more streaks of silver adorned the old man’s temples.

Fu Wei sighed, “Time spares no one. Look at all this white hair—I could still hide it last year, but now it’s sprouting like bamboo shoots after the rain. Ah, I’m old now. Seeing you two still in your prime brings tears to my eyes. Wen Shu, fetch me a handkerchief.”

Wen Shu, the page boy who now followed Fu Wei everywhere, grumbled under his breath, “You didn’t even shed a tear.” But still, he obediently produced a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over.

Fu Wei dramatically dabbed at his nonexistent tears before glancing at his two students.

Tang Shen chuckled helplessly. “Why do you suddenly speak like this, Sir? To me, you are as vigorous as ever—there is no sign of old age in you.”

Fu Wei scoffed, “So His Majesty can tell people they’re old every day, but I can’t?”

Tang Shen finally understood—Fu Wei had clearly been summoned one too many times by Zhao Fu, only to hear, “Ah, my dear minister, you’re getting old.” It seemed he was now venting his frustration on his students. Tang Shen was even more exasperated now.

Recently, Zhao Fu had been summoning officials to inquire about issues regarding their ages—a matter that Tang Shen was well aware of. However, since Tang Shen was simply too young, Zhao Fu never called for him. Even Su Wenyun had been summoned several times. Among the emperor’s closest confidants, only Tang Shen had yet to experience this “privilege.” Sometimes, he even wondered if Zhao Fu had forgotten about him—only for the emperor to summon him out of the blue, making a few caring inquiries, instantly dispelling that illusion.

Since Tang Shen had not yet enjoyed this dubious honor, Fu Wei saw fit to personally bestow it upon him.

As the conversation turned to literary matters, Fu Wei mentioned a newly written poem that had been circulating in literary circles.

“This poem was written by a military officer—a mere battalion commander, no less. But this officer is said to be completely illiterate.” Fu Wei gave them a knowing look. “Jing Ze, do you know what this is about?”

Before Tang Shen could respond, Fu Wei eagerly revealed the answer with a mischievous smile. “Turns out, he recently married a renowned young lady of scholarly talents in the local area.”

Tang Shen played along, feigning surprise. “Is that so?”

Fu Wei laughed. “This so-called ‘commander’ has been producing masterpiece after masterpiece. Coincidentally, I have his latest work in my collection. Now, where did I put it…”

Turning to his page boy, he asked, “Boy, where did you place that poetry book?”

Wen Shu blinked innocently. “Sir, all matters of book storage are handled by Fu Qin. How would I know?”

Fu Wei sighed. “Such a mouthy child. Go find the book.” Then, he turned to Tang Shen. “Go with him, help him look.”

Tang Shen hesitated for a moment, glanced at his teacher, then nodded. “Alright.”

As Tang Shen and Wen Shu left for the study, the flower hall grew quiet.

Just now, while Tang Shen and Fu Wei were chatting, Wang Zhen sat beside them, drinking and listening to their conversation. He smiled faintly, not feeling the need to chime in, as if simply listening was enough.

Now that Tang Shen had gone to look for the book, Fu Wei waved his chopsticks in front of his prized student. Wang Zhen lifted his eyes and looked at his teacher.

“Sir, you deliberately sent Jing Ze away—what is the matter?”

Fu Wei tapped his chopsticks against the table and said gruffly, “I didn’t send him away. Don’t make things up.”

Wang Zhen smiled knowingly. “You really think Jing Ze doesn’t know?”

Fu Wei sighed, “Enough, enough. You’ve all grown up, spread your wings. There’s nothing this teacher can do anymore.” After the playful remark, his expression suddenly became serious. He put down his chopsticks and looked at his student.

Twenty-four years ago, Fu Wei had traveled to Jiangnan and passed through Jinling.

At the time, he was already one of the four most renowned scholars in the land. When he arrived in Jinling, the Wang clan of Langya sent him an invitation, welcoming the great scholar into their estate with a grand banquet.

Fu Wei himself was born into an aristocratic family, but his lineage had dwindled over generations. Though their household had declined, the prestige of their name still carried weight in Northern Zhili—though it was nothing compared to the Wang clan of Langya. As the pillar of his family, he was delighted by the invitation and prepared carefully before attending.

Jiangnan’s noble estates were picturesque, with winding bridges, flowing water, and exquisite gardens.

After the banquet, Fu Wei was escorted through the gardens to admire the scenery. As he chatted with his guide, he spotted a finely dressed young boy, adorned in gold and jade, standing quietly in the garden, gazing intently at a flower.

Fu Wei observed for a long time. However long he watched, the boy watched the flower just as long.

Curious, Fu Wei asked, “What are you looking at?”

The boy lifted his head and glanced at him before turning to his uncle beside him. Then, with impeccable manners, he bowed and replied, “I am looking at a flower.”

Fu Wei smiled. “Why do you stare at a flower for so long?”

The boy answered, “At first, I only looked at it for a moment. But then I noticed the guest was looking at me. I look at the flower, the guest looks at me—perhaps it is like admiring a painting. How could I disturb your enjoyment? But, dear guest, what are you looking at?”

As he spoke, the boy raised his dark, clear eyes and gazed at Fu Wei with curiosity.

Fu Wei was instantly impressed. Learning that this boy was Wang Zhen, the legitimate son of the Langya Wang family, he became determined to take him as a student. The Wang clan was initially hesitant, so Fu Wei extended his stay in Jinling. In the end, it was Wang Zhen himself who agreed, and he formally became a student of Fu Xiru.

Wang Zhen had once said, “I see flowers as paintings, and my teacher sees me as a painting. Perhaps this is what my second uncle always called fate.”

And so, Wang Zhen became Fu Wei’s student.

“How time flies—it has been twenty-four years.” Fu Wei sighed. “Ah, why am I bringing up these old stories?”

Wang Zhen lifted his gaze to his teacher.

Of course, he still remembered what happened when he was five years old. After all, his eidetic memory was famous. Back then, he had been hailed as a child prodigy, but looking back now, some of his behavior seemed rather eccentric. He had never enjoyed reminiscing about the past—like the time he had written a thousand characters in a single day while practicing calligraphy, only to collapse from exhaustion. When he woke up, his face was covered in ink. It had been utterly undignified.

Wang Zhen kindly reminded him, “Little Junior Brother will be back soon.”

Fu Wei’s expression froze. After a moment, he looked at Wang Zhen, his tone solemn and deeply concerned. “A few days ago, Jing Ze sent me a painting. The artwork was exquisite, but it made me uneasy. Zi Feng… what exactly does your junior brother want to do?”

Wang Zhen was momentarily stunned. A suspicion formed in his mind. “What painting?”

Fu Wei hesitated before saying, “Just a painting of flowers and birds—hundreds of birds singing, a sea of blooming flowers. Amidst the birds, a phoenix soars in the sky. Among the flowers, a peony stands proudly above the rest. The painting is well done—it’s the work of Lin Jiude, the reclusive painter from Shu. I haven’t seen him in over a decade, and his skills have improved tremendously.”

Wang Zhen’s brows furrowed.

Fu Wei knew he had understood his meaning. “A painting of a hundred birds and flowers—it seems ordinary. But during the late emperor’s reign, there was another painting just like this… That one was painted by the former crown prince.”

Fu Wei sighed. “Back then, I was the crown prince’s calligraphy and painting tutor. I guided him briefly—we had a teacher-student bond.”

For years, Fu Wei had remained in seclusion, avoiding political struggles and hiding his sharp edges.

But over a decade ago, he had been the Right Prime Minister, a powerful figure at the heart of the imperial court.

Most people wouldn’t understand the underlying intent in Tang Shen’s actions, but Fu Wei saw it clearly. He let out a long sigh. “I thought he wouldn’t do anything for Liang Bowen. Or that after so many years, there was no longer any point. But who would have thought… he still remembers. How foolish! How naive!”

Though he scolded him, Fu Wei’s expression was one of admiration. Stroking his beard, he mused, “But your little junior brother’s actions are exceedingly dangerous. Do you know what he’s planning? Does he truly intend to overturn Zhong Taisheng’s case?”

“I don’t know,” Wang Zhen replied.

Fu Wei was taken aback. After a long silence, he blurted out, “You don’t know?!”

Wang Zhen met his gaze and countered, “Why does Sir assume that I must know what my little junior brother intends to do?”

Fu Wei paced a few steps before turning back, still skeptical. “How could you not know?”

You, Wang Zifeng, not knowing?

With thay petty possessiveness, could you really allow your junior brother to act without your knowledge?

Wang Zhen raised his wine cup and downed it in one gulp. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the usual restraint in his demeanor had faded, replaced by a sharp brilliance, as if mingling with the heady intoxication—dazzling like the radiant moon. He laughed openly, without pretense.

“Why should I know?”

Fu Wei was caught off guard. “Eh?”

“I only need to know that whatever he wants to do, I will support him. I will clear the obstacles in his path, remove the worries behind him. Isn’t that enough?”

Fu Wei was stunned, then collapsed onto his seat. “So this is how you truly feel about your junior brother!”

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Wang Zhen chuckled softly.

Fu Wei’s questioning today wasn’t just about the painting. He had also been testing Wang Zhen’s feelings toward Tang Shen. And Wang Zhen knew it.

So why not go along with it?

Besides…

What did it matter if he said it out loud?

After a long silence, Wang Zhen let out a heartfelt sigh.

“Today, I’ve really had too much to drink!”

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Three days later, Tang Shen’s old classmates, Mei Shengze and second-place scholar Wang Xiao, returned to the capital together.

Four years ago, the three had passed the imperial examination together with great glory. Now, each had their own role and responsibilities, yet their paths had diverged. When they reunited, they all felt a sense of nostalgia. Over the past four years, Tang Shen had risen rapidly in rank, while Wang Xiao, after two years of obscurity, earned the emperor’s recognition for his contributions to the construction of the Ningzhou official road. Only Mei Shengze had struggled in his career after being implicated in the Revenue And Expenditure Department controversy two years ago.

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Upon seeing Mei Shengze, Tang Shen barely recognized him at first glance.

After a long silence, he said with concern, “Brother Sheng Ze, how have your temples turned gray!”

Mei Shengze looked at Tang Shen and revealed a wry smile. “You wouldn’t understand the taste of it, Jing Ze!”

When Mei Shengze was exiled to a remote post, he had initially found ways to find joy in hardship. Back in the Imperial College, he had excelled in poetry and painting, so he composed a few melancholic poems about his banishment, unexpectedly gaining some literary fame. However, within a year, his wife died in childbirth, leaving behind only their newborn son.

The following year, his son also succumbed to illness. Unable to bear the grief, Mei Shengze fell seriously ill and nearly passed away himself.

Thus, though he was only twenty-seven, his temples had already turned gray, making him look as aged as an old man.

The three reunited at Xixia Tower for a heartfelt gathering. Later, Tang Shen invited them to his residence. Inside his study, he asked, “Brother Sheng Ze, Brother Dai Yue, do you know why His Majesty has appointed you both as Senior Administrators of the Silver Pull Division in Youzhou?”

Hearing this, Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze exchanged a glance, understanding Tang Shen’s implication. “Is Jing Ze saying there’s more to it?”

Tang Shen smiled and slowly explained.

Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze had only a vague understanding of the Silver Pull Division. They had suspected it might be connected to the Revenue And Expenditure Department’s downfall two years ago. However, they never expected that the emperor’s true intention in sending them to Youzhou was not merely to take up office, but to take on the critical mission of gathering military intelligence on the Liao army.

Both men were shocked into silence.

Then, a surge of ambition ignited in their hearts. Mei Shengze’s eyes gleamed. “To think that Jing Ze has undertaken such a great endeavor, and I, Mei Shengze, can now be part of it. Jing Ze—no, Tang daren—this lower official swears to not fail your trust and will ensure victory!”

Wang Xiao also cupped his hands. “This lower official will follow daren’s orders!”

Shortly after, the two set off for Youzhou.

Before them, Qin Si had already been dispatched to Youzhou as the Silver Pull Division’s Accountant General. Though he held the same rank as Wang Xiao and Mei Shengze, he was actually in a different role—he served directly under Wang Zhen. Qin Si carried with him a decree personally issued by Zhao Fu and Wang Zhen’s official seal, arriving in Youzhou with confidence.

Upon taking office, he wasted no time in making drastic changes, shaking up the entire northwest.

Effective immediately, all military pay for the three northwestern armies would be issued only in silver notes rather than actual silver.

This decree caused an uproar. The entire military was thrown into panic. General Li Jingde was so furious that he stormed into the Silver Pull Division, captured Qin Si, and tied him up. Qin Si, helpless against this brute of a general, could only take out the emperor’s decree and Wang Zhen’s seal. “General Li, are you rebelling?”

Upon seeing these two items, Li Jingde’s eyelids twitched. He closed his eyes, turned his head away, and pretended not to see them. With a snort, he said, “Rebelling? Qin Si, don’t you dare slander me! Explain first—why are my soldiers not getting paid anymore? In the past, you people replaced real silver with those paper contracts, and I let it slide because we could still use them for food and weapons.” In fact, because the contracts could only be exchanged for essentials, corruption within the army had lessened, which had actually pleased him. “But now, you’re not even giving us a salary? Who would still be willing to fight for me?”

Qin Si’s eyes blazed with anger. “I cannot get through to you!”

Li Jingde smirked. “Oh, got a little temper now, huh? Are you implying I’m too dumb to understand?”

Qin Si rolled his eyes. So you finally figured it out.

Just as Li Jingde was about to lose his temper again, a soldier rushed in from outside. Li Jingde was initially impatient, but upon seeing the leader of the group, he swallowed nervously and said, “Old Cheng, why are you here?”

General Cheng sighed. “If you hadn’t stormed into the Silver Pull Division, would the Grand Marshal have sent me to arrest you? Release Qin Si now and come with me to face the Marshal.”

At the mention of the Grand Marshal, Li Jingde had no choice but to surrender.

Once they left, Qin Si exploded in fury. “Bandits! Thugs! These scoundrels don’t deserve to be officials!”

He smashed everything in the room in vexation. However, if Wang Zhen had been there, he would not have gotten angry. Instead, he would have thought deeply about what had just transpired. For instance, Li Jingde had led private troops to seize him—yet somehow, General Cheng had arrived from the northwest army camp almost immediately.

There was clearly something suspicious about this.

Outside, Li Jingde was still grumbling. “Old Cheng, I know it was just an act, but did you really have to humiliate me in front of all those civil officials? Couldn’t you have said you were ‘inviting’ me instead of ‘arresting’ me?”

Cheng Fei rolled his eyes. “If I hadn’t scolded you in front of Qin Si, do you think he wouldn’t retaliate later? Don’t you know how petty these civil officials are? The Grand Marshal told you to stir up some trouble to express the army’s dissatisfaction, but he didn’t tell you to actually kidnap Qin Si! Do you really want to rebel?”

Li Jingde scratched his thick beard, his face slightly flushed. “Hai. I just couldn’t stand that guy Qin Si. I can’t tie up Wang Zifeng, but I can at least tie up his subordinate.”

Cheng Fei sighed. “Do whatever you want, but don’t mess up the bigger plan. The Grand Marshal specifically instructed us to support the Silver Pull Division in implementing the silver notes. Your job today was just to show our discontent so that the soldiers wouldn’t lose faith. Once they see the benefits, they’ll come around.”

Li Jingde sighed. “I just want to know—what’s so great about these silver notes anyway?”

As expected, at first, the soldiers were furious about receiving paper instead of real silver. However, once news spread that General Li Jingde had stormed the Silver Pull Division in protest, their frustration eased somewhat.

Half a month later, the division began setting up military silver exchange banks in all 36 provinces of the empire.

Only then did the soldiers realize the true value of the system.

How many warriors return from battle? A single letter home is worth more than gold.

Though Song and Liao had signed a peace treaty, small skirmishes never ceased. Just last year, the Liao army besieged Youzhou for two months, costing the lives of thousands of soldiers!

Most soldiers were far from home, and their wages were often kept on their person, as sending silver taels back was difficult. Letters and money could only be sent home once a month via military couriers—but even then, there was no guarantee they would arrive.

If a soldier died in battle, his wealth meant nothing.

With the new system, they could deposit their silver notes at the local bureau, specify a recipient and location, and their families could withdraw the money at any military silver exchange bank.

This achievement earned universal praise from the court. Officials congratulated Wang Zhen, who humbly replied with an elegant smile, “It was all Qin daren’s doing.”

After court, Zhao Fu was in high spirits. At noon, he summoned Wang Zhen and asked, “Zi Feng, before I close my eyes, will I see the golden age you once promised me?”

Wang Zhen bowed and, with a teasing tone, asked, “Your Majesty will live for ten thousand years, will you be closing your eyes for a short nap?”

Zhao Fu laughed heartily and said to Ji Fu, “Look at this Wang Zifeng—he understands me so well.”

Implementing a paper currency system within the empire had been Wang Zhen’s long-standing goal. After two years of effort, they had finally taken the first step. Everything was difficult at first, just this tiny step, and it had actually taken two whole years!

Raising his jade tablet in salute, Wang Zhen stood tall in the palace hall. Sunlight streamed through the glazed windows.

Zhao Fu’s laughter sounded for a long time, but looking at Wang Zhen standing in the hall, it gradually faded. He watched Wang Zhen for a moment, then murmured, “Zi Feng, you have been with me for twelve years now.”

Wang Zhen replied, “Your Majesty, I passed the imperial examination at seventeen. Now, I am twenty-nine.”

Zhao Fu sighed. “Yes, twelve years. But let’s not wait until you’re thirty!”

Wang Zhen looked up at the emperor in astonishment. For the first time, he couldn’t quite decipher the true meaning behind Zhao Fu’s words.

After leaving Chuigong Hall, Ji Fu quickly caught up with Wang Zhen, beaming as he said, “Congratulations, Wang xianggong! Congratulations indeed!”

A realization struck Wang Zhen. His heart stirred as he turned to Ji Fu and bowed slightly. “Many thanks, Chief Steward Ji.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that, no need at all.” Ji Fu’s smile deepened, the wrinkles on his face folding further. He glanced around before lowering his voice. “His Majesty is in excellent health, so Wang xianggong need not worry.”

Leaving the palace, Wang Zhen passed by the Censorate in his sedan chair. Suddenly, he recalled something Tang Shen had said to him months ago—“Senior Brother, your path hasn’t been easy.” He couldn’t help but laugh softly, his tone indulgent as he murmured to himself, “I told you long ago, my path has never been difficult. Look, your dear senior brother is about to be promoted again.”

They say human calculations can never outmatch heaven’s will. If the emperor decides you’ll be promoted this year, don’t even think about delaying it to the next.

But since nothing had been officially announced yet, Wang Zhen didn’t head to Qinzheng Hall after leaving the palace, nor did he go to the Ministry of Revenue. Instead, he had his sedan bearers take him to the Astronomical Bureau, where he remained until the late afternoon before departing.

Meanwhile, the Silver Pull Division had handled its affairs impeccably, and as a result, all its officials received imperial rewards. Yu Chaosheng, who had just returned to Shengjing, found himself unexpectedly rewarded as well. Turning to his trusted aides, he remarked with amazement, “Ever since I returned to the capital two years ago, everything has seemed divinely ordained.”

When the Revenue And Expenditure Department fell into scandal, Yu Chaosheng had been safely tucked away in the examination hall, serving as a deputy examiner for the huishi exam, thereby avoiding the disaster altogether. Now, out of nowhere, he had been assigned to the Silver Pull Division. Without lifting a finger, he had found himself swept along by its success, receiving credit and rewards alongside the rest.

One of his confidants flattered, “Daren’s career is simply blessed with good fortune.”

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Yu Chaosheng pondered for a moment. “Not quite. His Majesty sent me to Youzhou as the Left Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Division, first to suppress the growing influence of the Wang faction, preventing it from becoming too dominant. And second, to elevate that Tang Jingze—allowing him as a mere fourth-rank position to be on equal footing with me. Perhaps, I am the one benefiting from his rise. Just last month, His Majesty gave him two subordinates and sent them to Youzhou. That Mei Shengze and Wang Xiao—are they not the rising stars of the Tang Party now?”

AN: Yu Chaosheng: You guys are the Tang Party!

Mei Shengze & Wang Xiao: Tang Party? Oh, you mean the Candy Party? That’s right, we’re the Sweet Party. What’s it to you? Are you the Salty Party?

(TN: the word for ‘candy’ and the surname Tang are homophones)

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Tang Shen did not sleep the entire night. At midnight, a heavy rainstorm fell, and he could hear the raindrops striking the duckweed outside the window until dawn.

The next day, Qin Si, the Governor-General of Liuzhou, was summoned back to the capital.

Three years ago, Qin Si, who was then serving as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was punished for mismanaging the Revenue And Expenditure Department and was exiled to Liuzhou, where he served as a fifth-rank Governor-General. Though Liuzhou was not as prosperous as Jiangnan, it was still a land rich in resources and populated by many. During Qin Si’s tenure, Liuzhou enjoyed favorable weather and good governance. With the blessings of time, place, and the support of the people, he was finally recalled to Shengjing.

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That very day, Zhao Fu met with Qin Si in Chuigong Hall.

Qin Si was now thirty-six years old. When he left the capital three years ago, he had not yet grown a beard, but now he sported a neatly groomed beard, and there was a newfound sense of world weariness in his eyes. He did not waste words upon seeing Zhao Fu, instead immediately reporting on his governance in Liuzhou and describing the local customs and conditions.

Zhao Fu listened with great interest. When he noticed the beard on Qin Si’s chin, he remarked, “Qin Yude, so even you have grown old!”

Everyone knew that Qin Si was someone who refused to acknowledge aging. He had always considered himself in his prime, and in an era where many officials took pride in growing beards, he had never done so in over thirty years. If anyone asked him why, he would even use Wang Zhen as an excuse: “Look at Minister Wang—he has never grown a beard, and yet he remains as elegant and refined as ever, like a heavenly immortal.”

However, ever since Wang Zhen sent him a letter two months ago hinting at his potential recall to Shengjing, Qin Si had deliberately started growing his beard.

Now, upon hearing Zhao Fu’s words, Qin Si’s eyes welled up with emotion. He hesitated for a moment before finally bowing and saying, “Your Majesty, I am already thirty-six.”

Zhao Fu gave him a meaningful glance and said, “A man has only so many sets of three years in his life. It is unfortunate that soon, we will not have the chance to see each other once again.”

Qin Si was startled. He wondered if he had spoken out of turn or if his subtle attempt at evoking sympathy had been detected by the emperor. A chill ran down his spine as he bitterly regretted his cleverness backfiring.

Fortunately, as soon as he left the palace, he received an imperial edict: Qin Si was promoted from Governor-General of Liuzhou to Accountant General of the Silver Pull Division, a third-rank position. Overwhelmed with gratitude, he accepted the decree. Before long, many old acquaintances came to his residence to congratulate him on his promotion.

Though he was soon to depart for Youzhou, Qin Si took the time to entertain these officials and solidify his connections.

Two days later, when he finally had some free time, he specially ordered a box of pastries from Caiqi Villa and visited the Minister of Revenue’s residence to call upon Wang Zhen.

Qin Si presented the pastry box.

Wang Zhen glanced at it. “Pastries from Caiqi Villa?”

Qin Si replied, “This lower official has always been fond of their pastries. Three years ago, at the Ten-Mile Pavilion outside the capital, daren gifted me a box, and I have never forgotten their exquisite taste. Now that I have returned to the capital, I bought some to relive the memory—and to share with daren.”

Wang Zhen invited Qin Si to stay for a meal, and the two conversed pleasantly.

During their conversation, Qin Si reaffirmed his loyalty to Wang Zhen. After receiving Wang Zhen’s subtle instructions, he left without hesitation, preparing to depart for Youzhou in a few days.

Back in his quarters, Wang Zhen examined the box of pastries and called for his steward. “Send this box to Tang daren.”

The steward nodded but had only taken a few steps before Wang Zhen suddenly called him back. He lifted the light pastry box, opened the first layer, and found an assortment of white sugar longevity cakes, snow cakes, and date cakes. Then he checked the second layer, which contained lotus cakes, crisp-skin lastries, and steamed fruit pastries.

Wang Zhen gazed at the pastries for a moment before lightly tapping on the box. He pried open a hidden compartment beneath the second layer, revealing a priceless calligraphy scroll by the previous dynasty’s scholar sage—The Mirror of Clarity.

The scroll was now imbued with the fragrance of pastries, a scent that might never fade.

Wang Zhen sighed, “What a waste of a masterpiece.”

The steward was equally shocked upon seeing The Mirror of Clarity. He thought to himself: Qin Si truly does not know how to treasure fine things!

Wang Zhen placed the scroll back into the hidden compartment and handed the box to his steward again. “Deliver this to Tang daren.”

The steward was stunned. “Gongzi?” This box contained a priceless calligraphy scroll!

Wang Zhen’s tone was sincere. “Tell him this is a token of my sincerity—he should take his time appreciating it.”

The steward had no choice but to deliver the pastries to Tanhua Residence.

He relayed Wang Zhen’s message exactly as instructed, though he was sorely tempted to inform Tang daren that the box contained a handwritten masterpiece by a revered scholar sage. However, since Wang Zhen had forbidden him from mentioning it, he dared not speak a word. As he left the manor, he glanced back repeatedly, fearing that Tang Shen might overlook the hidden treasure and carelessly discard the box.

Yet at that moment, Tang Shen was filled with turmoil.

Three days ago, in the Minister Residence, Wang Zhen had recited Zhen Wei to him. Even after three days, the elegant and lingering voice still echoed in his ears, leaving him restless and unable to sleep. Over the past few days, he had been deliberately avoiding Wang Zhen, ensuring they would not meet. Fortunately, Tang Shen now worked at the Censorate, and their only common ground was during morning court. Given that Wang Zhen was a second-rank official while Tang Shen was only fourth-rank, avoiding him was not difficult.

Now, receiving a gift from Wang Zhen, Tang Shen immediately felt suspicious—how could he eat these pastries so carelessly?

He didn’t dare touch a single piece!

Pondering Wang Zhen’s intent, Tang Shen carefully removed the pastries from the wooden box and sat in his study, staring at it in deep contemplation. After a while, a thought struck him, and he began inspecting the box for a hidden compartment. Upon doing so…

“…” Tang Shen’s expression turned blank as he silently pulled out The Mirror of Clarity.

Although he was not an expert collector, he understood well enough how invaluable a manuscript by a scholar sage was. Such an item was not meant for private ownership—if discovered, it should be immediately sent to the imperial treasury as a national treasure!

How dare Wang Zhen privately hoard this?!

And even giving it to him?!

This was a hot potato, one that Tang Shen dared not accept.

The next morning, after court adjourned, Tang Shen deliberately waited outside the palace. When he spotted Wang Zhen’s carriage, bearing the insignia of the Minister of Revenue, exiting the outer gates, he immediately stepped forward to block its path.

Wang Zhen lifted the curtain in surprise. Seeing that it was Tang Shen, he smiled slightly. “Little Junior Brother, have you finally dared to see me?”

Tang Shen: “…”

What do you mean by ‘dared’? When have I ever not dared?

Tang Shen solemnly presented a gift box with both hands. “Yesterday, I wrote a piece of calligraphy and wished to present it to the esteemed Minister of Revenue for critique.”

Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow. “A gift for the Minister of Revenue?”

Tang Shen: “…Yes?”

Wang Zhen’s face immediately darkened. With righteous indignation, he scolded, “In broad daylight, beneath the very palace gates, you dare to offer me a bribe? Tang Shen, are you not an official of the Censorate? Is this the so-called ‘clear mirror hides filth’ scenario? Are you attempting to bribe me?”

Tang Shen was utterly dumbfounded.

Wang Zhen extended his hand. “Get in.”

Too bewildered, Tang Shen climbed into the carriage on autopilot. Once inside, Wang Zhen took his hand, opened the wooden box, and gazed at the same The Mirror of Clarity. With a sigh, he said, “A gift given to you—why must you return it?”

Tang Shen tried to withdraw his hand, but Wang Zhen’s cool palm remained pressed against his own. Despite the lingering heat of September, this hand, like its owner, carried a trace of crisp, unyielding chill. For some inexplicable reason, Tang Shen wanted to warm it up. He couldn’t bring himself to shake it off, nor let Wang Zhen feel disappointment or coldness.

His heart wavered. After a long moment, he spoke hoarsely, “This is too valuable—I dare not accept it.”

Wang Zhen saw his internal struggle clearly. “If you were to give it to the Minister of Revenue, that would be bribing a superior. But if you give it to your senior brother, then there’s no issue.”

Tang Shen immediately replied, “I’m giving it to my senior brother.”

Wang Zhen tightened his grip on Tang Shen’s hand and laughed heartily. “Then I won’t accept it. But thank you for the kind gesture, little Junior Brother.”

Tang Shen: “!!!”

Wang Zifeng, you can play like this?!

Tang Shen felt utterly outmatched. He had no way to counter Wang Zhen! At that moment, he truly wanted to fling Wang Zhen’s hand away and let him go back to wherever he came from, but Wang Zhen’s fingers intertwined with his, tracing slow, deliberate patterns along his palm. The movements were gentle, yet they ignited a burning heat where their skin met. It was as if Tang Shen’s heart was placed over an open flame, scorching and unbearable. He struggled to hold onto his restraint, yet he couldn’t bear to push Wang Zhen away—he was afraid of seeing that look of disappointment again.

Just as Tang Shen reached his limit, torn between anxiety and agony, the driver suddenly called out, “Daren, we’ve arrived at the Censorate.”

Wang Zhen’s fingers stilled for a brief moment before resuming their caress as if he hadn’t heard.

Tang Shen, however, felt an immense wave of relief. He yanked his hand away and practically fled from the carriage. Turning back, he bowed hastily to Wang Zhen. “This lower official takes his leave.” Then, without waiting for a response, he strode off in large steps.

Wang Zhen chuckled to himself, a hint of self-mockery in his tone. “Am I a frightening monster?” He shook his head, sighing, “To the Ministry of Revenue.”

At noon, while Tang Shen was lost in thought at the Censorate, a government worker arrived with a wooden box.

Tang Shen: “…”

Forget it. No point in returning it. If you’re so eager to give me money, I might as well take it!

As the Court Gentleman Consultant and Right Deputy Imperial Censor of the Silver Pull Division, Tang Shen naturally had to manage the division’s affairs. He submitted a memorial, and soon, Zhao Fu issued an imperial decree summoning Mei Shengze and Wang Xiao back to the capital, appointing them as Senior Administrators of the Silver Pull Division under Tang Shen’s jurisdiction.

Zhao Fu’s decree was like a timely rain after a drought, filling Tang Shen with deep gratitude. He was now even more convinced of Wang Zhen’s words—he should trust this emperor. Even if Zhao Fu indulged in pills and immortality cultivation, he still ruled more wisely than most emperors.

Because he saw through the workings of this court!

Before long, Mei Shengze and Wang Xiao were set to return to the capital. Meanwhile, in Nanjing, Xijin Prefecture of the Liao State, a tea merchant named Qiao Jiu was carrying a bundle of gifts to pay a visit to Xiao Zhen, the Left Minister of Xijin Prefecture.

Upon seeing Qiao Jiu, Xiao Zhen initially maintained a cold expression. But as soon as he laid eyes on the gifts, his demeanor brightened with a broad smile.

After having the servants collect the gifts, Xiao Zhen dismissed everyone, leaving only Qiao Jiu behind.

With a sneer, Xiao Zhen said, “So Yelü Qin and Yelü Shege truly see us as mere chess pieces, to be used at will! Do you know what happened in the Great Tent today?”

Qiao Jiu was startled. “What happened?”

Xiao Zhen, “Didn’t the assassin confess that the mastermind was the Grand Preceptor Yelü Yin? Until now, Yelü Qin had remained silent on the matter, and I truly believed the Second Prince intended to let it slide. But then, yesterday, His Majesty suddenly suffered a stroke. This morning, just as he regained consciousness, the Second Prince immediately reported the incident.”

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Xiao Zhen had long been aware of Qiao Jiu’s true identity. In fact, he had already been bribed by Su Wenyun. With his weaknesses in Su Wenyun’s grasp, and having been tempted with benefits, Xiao Zhen had no choice but to comply. Moreover, he harbored resentment toward Yelü Shege and Yelü Qin, so he was more than happy to play the role of a treacherous official.

Qiao Jiu pondered deeply. Upon returning home, he immediately penned a letter and sent it to Youzhou.

The letter contained only one line:

‘As the snipe and clam struggle, why not be the fisherman?’

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After a long silence, Tang Shen, his body stiff, spoke, “It’s really nothing major. Last month, the cavalry officer of Jinling Prefecture, Cui Xiao, came to Shengjing looking for me, asking for a small favor. I didn’t know exactly what happened, so I sent someone to Jinling to investigate.”

Wang Zhen paused for a moment and asked, “Why did he seek you out?”

Tang Shen answered, “I have some past connections with Cui Xiao.”

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“What kind of connections?”

Tang Shen opened his mouth, trying hard to defend himself, but every explanation seemed feeble.

After a while, Tang Shen suddenly asked, “Then how did Senior Brother know that I sent someone to Jinling?” He changed the subject, turning the focus toward Wang Zhen.

Hearing this, Wang Zhen gave Tang Shen a peculiar look. Perhaps even Tang Shen himself didn’t realize that three years ago, he would never have spoken to Wang Zifeng in such a tone. But now, he did—calmly and righteously, without feeling any guilt.

Wang Zhen explained, “Because my servant happened to return to Jinling for some errands and ran into Yao San on the street.”

Tang Shen hadn’t expected such a coincidence; he had assumed…

“You thought I was deliberately monitoring you?”

Tang Shen abruptly looked up, his face filled with surprise.

Wang Zhen, surprisingly, didn’t get angry. It seemed he had long passed the point of being upset—he simply let out a quiet laugh.

Tang Shen’s doubt and distrust had long been clear to Wang Zhen. Yet now, even though he had voiced those thoughts openly, Tang Shen still actually assumed Wang Zhen had someone watch him.

“You think I’m keeping an eye on you?”

Wang Zhen smiled faintly, letting out a soft “Oh” before delivering a series of piercing questions, “Cavalry officer Cui Xiao of Jinling Prefecture? How did you two meet? When and where, and under what circumstances? He’s an officer in Jinling, and you grew up in Gusu, having visited Jinling only a handful of times. Even if he knew me, he shouldn’t have known you, Tang Shen—Tang Jingze. Yet, he came all the way to Shengjing to ask for your help. What gives him the confidence that you would assist him…”

“Senior Brother!”

Tang Shen’s eyes trembled as he clenched his teeth, staring wide-eyed at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen fell silent.

Tang Shen’s trembling pupils reflected a desperate plea. He was silently saying, Senior Brother, please don’t push me anymore…

Wang Zifeng, please stop pressing me!

All the pressing and questioning dissipated in that single glance.

Wang Zhen quietly gazed at the young man before him. After a long while, he gently asked, “Why won’t you tell me?”

Hearing these words, Tang Shen suddenly exhaled in relief.

Knowing Wang Zifeng as well as he did, Tang Shen realized that Wang Zifeng must have given up and wouldn’t force him to tell the truth anymore.

Wang Zhen was a man like the bright moon in the sky or the gentle breeze through the woods—the only true gentleman Tang Shen had ever met. Tang Shen had always known that his senior brother would never have a falling out with others or reveal his emotions to others. Tonight’s Wang Zifeng was already different from usual; he had shown too much. The intense emotions, like raging flames, were suppressed beneath his calm exterior, and Tang Shen was terrified. He feared that Wang Zifeng might actually corner him into a dead end.

But Wang Zhen wouldn’t.

Perhaps it was arrogance borne of being cherished, or perhaps it was a sense of reliance. Regardless, Tang Shen was confident Wang Zifeng wouldn’t.

Yet in the next moment, Wang Zhen tightened his grip on Tang Shen’s hand. His slender fingers pressed so tightly on Tang Shen’s wrist that it hurt. Startled, Tang Shen instinctively looked up, only to see Wang Zhen’s refined and elegant face adorned with a gentle smile. In a soft, soothing tone, Wang Zhen said, “No matter how well one hides it, nothing in Jinling Prefecture escapes the Wang Clan of Langya.”

Tang Shen’s eyes widened in shock.

Wang Zhen continued, “If it were anywhere else, perhaps it wouldn’t matter, but in Jinling Prefecture, every matter—great or small—can be known by the Wang Clan of Langya with just a little effort. Have you ever wondered why five years ago, Liang Bowen went to Jinling time and again? Who was he seeking assistance from? Why would a mere sixth-rank cavalry officer dare to come to you for help?”

“I didn’t…”

Wang Zhen cut him off, “If Liang Bowen truly needed help, he had countless people to turn to! Leaving aside distant possibilities, the then Governor of Jinling was a close friend of his. Moreover, if he wanted to understand His Majesty’s intentions, why ask local officials? He should have asked high-ranking officials in the capital! Fu Wei, Fu Xiru was one of the four great scholars of the realm and had long been a close acquaintance of Liang Bowen. If Liang Bowen needed help, why didn’t he approach Fu Xiru? Even if Fu Xiru didn’t know, Fu Xiru’s student, Wang Zhen, Wang Zifeng was from the prestigious Wang Clan of Langya, serving as Minister of Revenue and highly trusted by the emperor. If anyone could uncover the truth, Wang Zifeng was certainly among them. If Liang Bowen had truly sought out our teacher, how could I refuse to assist him? But he didn’t.”

After a pause, Wang Zhen let out a long, drawn-out sigh—a sigh filled with endless melancholy. “Because he didn’t want to implicate anyone who might be involved.”

“You want to know why Zhong Taisheng, who had lived so long in prison, suddenly had to die?”

Tang Shen’s heart skipped a beat. That had been a question plaguing him for years!

Wang Zhen saw through his thoughts instantly and chuckled softly. “Because of a meteor star.”

Tang Shen asked in astonishment, “A meteor star?”

“In the 24th year of Kaiping, on the fourth day of the eighth month, a star as large as a peach fell from Zigong, passing through Taiwei, above the Emperor’s Star, and over the southeast, crossing the Twenty-Two Stars of the Heavenly Market Enclosure.” Wang Zhen recounted, “At that time, His Majesty was at the Immortal Ascension Platform practicing Taoist breathing exercises. Several of the ever-burning lamps extinguished, prompting him to summon the head of the Astronomical Bureau for an audience.”

Tang Shen held his breath as memories of an entry he once saw in the emperor’s Daily Records four years ago flashed through his mind.

“In the 24th year of Kaiping, on the fourth day of the eighth month, a star as large as a peach fell in the southeast. That night, Li Xiaoren, Chief Astronomer, entered the palace to meet the emperor.”

What followed after that was…

Wang Zhen continued, “Three days later, Su Wenyun, the Junior Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, entered the palace for an audience. His Majesty issued a general amnesty, proclaiming benevolence to all.”

Tang Shen asked in astonishment, “This has something to do with Su Wenyun?”

Wang Zhen gave him a deep look. “I’ve told you before, the things His Majesty desires but cannot openly do must still be done by someone. A golden dragon wields a blade by night, casting it down, and where the blade lands, blood flows freely. The golden dragon merely casts the blade—its sharp edge cleaves gold and jade. But what does that have to do with the dragon itself?”

Tang Shen was shaken to his core. With just a few words, Wang Zhen had solved the mystery that had puzzled him for years.

A fire seemed to ignite within Tang Shen, burning so fiercely it threatened to consume him. His throat was dry, and every breath he exhaled was fraught with unrest.

Tang Shen exclaimed, “It’s that simple?!”

Wang Zhen replied calmly, “Yes, it’s that simple.”

Once enlightened, Tang Shen quickly grasped the key. He understood. “Simply because of a meteor star, the emperor deemed it an ominous sign and decided to end Zhong Taisheng’s life?!” He couldn’t comprehend it—how could someone’s life hinge on something as trivial as a meteor?

But Wang Zhen posed a counter-question, “You should be asking why it took 24 years for the emperor to finally take Zhong Taisheng’s life.”

Tang Shen was rendered speechless.

Wang Zhen said no more.

After a long silence, Tang Shen murmured, “Because he is a wise ruler.”

Zhong Taisheng, the foremost of the four great scholars, was highly revered. The emperor, merciful in sparing his life, thus won the loyalty of scholars throughout the land.

“Now you know the truth of what happened back then and the matter Liang Bowen painstakingly investigated for half a year,” Wang Zhen paused before asking, “Little Junior Brother, what more do you wish to learn?”

Tang Shen stared at Wang Zhen, torn by inner conflict. He opened his mouth several times to speak but closed it just as quickly. His hesitation and struggle didn’t escape Wang Zhen’s notice. Though Wang Zhen maintained a calm expression, his grip on the fan handle tightened.

In his moment of utter turmoil, Tang Shen suddenly recalled Wang Zhen’s earlier remark.

Why didn’t Liang Bowen seek help from old friends?

Because he didn’t want to implicate anyone he cared about.

What do I truly wish to know? What do I still hope to accomplish?

I have questions I want answered. I have actions I want to take!

Tang Shen, “Senior Brother, please don’t press me anymore.”

Wang Zhen was momentarily stunned.

Tang Shen gazed intently into his eyes, repeating with resolve, “Senior Brother, please don’t press me anymore.” Though his voice was firm, his eyes brimmed with pleading and hope, as if he were tearfully entreating in a coquettish manner. He looked so fragile, like a dream that could shatter with the slightest touch.

Wang Zhen felt his heart melt.

The Records of the Grand Historian says: “Greed can cloud one’s judgment.”

Wang Zifeng suddenly realized that what he was feeling now could only be described as desire clouding reason!

His gaze unconsciously drifted downward, landing on Tang Shen’s lips. Tang Shen, unaware of the intensity of Wang Zhen’s stare, was about to speak again when Wang Zhen suddenly raised a hand, covering Tang Shen’s eyes.

Plunged into darkness, Tang Shen’s senses sharpened. He could hear nothing but the sound of their mingled breaths.

“Senior Brother?” Tang Shen called nervously, unsure of Wang Zhen’s intent but he could feel the burning gaze. He did not dare pull at Wang Zhen’s hand.

Wang Zhen’s gaze remained locked on those soft lips. He leaned closer, almost pressing his own against them—then stopped. Instead, he kissed the back of his own hand, which was still covering Tang Shen’s eyes.

In that instant, Tang Shen froze, his body tense. Warm breaths filtered through Wang Zhen’s fingers, brushing lightly against his eyelids. Then he heard Wang Zhen’s soft voice, laced with gentle amusement.

“Alright, I won’t press you.”

Tang Shen forgot how to breathe.

Wang Zhen’s voice turned melodic as he began reciting from Zhen Wei, his tone clear and soothing like water over stones.

“Zhen and Wei, flowing wide and clear; men and women, holding orchids fair…”

“Gifting each other peonies…”

As Tang Shen left the Minister Residence, he didn’t dare look back. He knew Wang Zhen must be standing there, holding a lantern, silently watching him depart.

When he returned to Tanhua Residence, Tang Shen wiped his face. The teary-eyed, pleading and coquettish expression he had worn moments ago vanished instantly. He knew how to deal with Wang Zifeng. Even if he couldn’t outwit the man, he could at least ensure his safe retreat.

Tang Shen swiftly gathered ink and paper, intending to record everything he had learned tonight. But as he picked up the brush, his fingers trembled, and he couldn’t bring himself to write the first word.

He gripped his right wrist tightly, steadying his hand.

After a long pause, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

In the darkness, he could still feel Wang Zhen’s intense gaze, though he couldn’t see it. That kiss, though it had landed on Wang Zhen’s own hand, seemed to have burned itself into Tang Shen’s heart.

“Wang Zifeng…” he whispered the name aloud, startling himself.

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When he looked down, he saw that the sheet of paper before him was covered in countless repetitions of the same three characters:

‘Wang Zifeng.’

Tang Shen slumped back into his chair, speechless.

AN: Neighbor Wang: So adorable. I won’t press you anymore—after all, there’s nothing I want to know that I can’t find out.

Little Tang Lang: I won’t be able to sleep tonight… QAQ

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