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Lu Zechuan asked sinisterly, "You said you are not Song Xiang, is that true?"

"Who else can testify for you?"

Song Xiang snorted coldly and said indifferently: "I know nothing about your childhood with Song Xiang. I only know it from other people's mouths!"

"Lu Zechuan, I'm not targeting you. I'm really not the Song Xiang in your mind! And the real Song Xiang likes Nong Yue very much. What do you think of Nong Yue and me?"

Hearing this, Lu Zechuan was stunned and said, "You really don't admire Nong Yue as much as before!"

"Thinking back then, you spent a lot of money in Xianggu Pavilion just for Niaoyue, and you could sit there almost from morning to night, running around for him. Now..."

Song Xiang did not ask him to recall, but directly asked: "Since you already know my secret, what are you going to do?"

Lu Zechuan was speechless, and after a while he finally said, "I need to think about it carefully!"

"Okay!" Song Xiang ordered Yun Que, "Send him to the backyard safely! Arrange a few soldiers to guard the back door of the mansion to prevent any outsiders from sneaking in!"

Yunque took the order and followed Lu Zechuan down.

Song Xiang sat on the armchair with a reclining back, looking out the window. She felt relieved in an instant. She was not afraid that her husbands would know her secret. As a princess now, she still had a certain say. So even if outsiders knew, with her identity, they would only attribute it to something miraculous.

Besides, Lu Zechuan would never betray her...

After sitting for a while, she began to work on writing the storybook. Mr. Xin had a very bad first impression of her. If she hadn't tempted him with the storybook, he probably wouldn't have agreed to meet her.

She thought for a while and decided to write the story of Monk Tang's journey to the West. While she was grinding ink, the story of the first chapter already had an outline in her mind.

After she put her brush in the inkstone, she started writing: There is a fairy country overseas, called Aolai. Aolai is close to the sea. There is a fairy mountain on the sea, called Huaguo Mountain…

Song Xiang never stopped and wrote in one breath about how the Monkey King learned all the magical powers from Patriarch Bodhi and returned to the Water Curtain Cave. He was instigated by the four old monkeys to go to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to ask the old Dragon King for a handy weapon!

After finishing writing, Song Xiang wrote the three words "Nan Xiangzi" at the end.

No one would have thought that Nan Xiangzi was Song Xiang's pen name!

In order to avoid being unable to continue writing next time, she copied another letter and put it aside.

After finishing all this, Song Xiang folded the story, put it in an envelope, and then wrote the words "Journey to the West" on the cover. Then he raised his voice with satisfaction and said, "Come here!"

Yun Que pushed the door open and walked in, bowing and asking, "What do you want, Your Highness?"

Song Xiang said, "Find an unfamiliar guard and go to the back door of Xin's house to sell the storybook. Make sure you sell the storybook to Master Xin."

"Ah, this?" Yun Que frowned and said, "I'm afraid this matter is a bit difficult to handle!"

"Your Highness, why don't you ask Steward Luzhu to send a servant to do this? It will definitely be done!"

Song Xiang thought about it, then called Lu Zhu and gave her the order.

On the other hand, at the Xin family's side, Xin Fusu's servant Yao Wen was chatting in the backyard when he suddenly heard the sound of someone selling storybooks coming from the back door.

He didn't bother to chat with them. He walked around the path, passed the woodshed and stable in the backyard, and came to the back door.

Da Zhuang, a servant in the princess's mansion, was shouting in a deep voice that he was selling storybooks when he suddenly saw a pale-faced, thin servant coming out of the door.

He deliberately took out the princess's letter from a pile of letters and asked, "Would you like to buy a storybook?"

"A new book, not expensive, just two cents!"

Yao Wen looked at Da Zhuang and asked curiously, "Why are you selling your books in our alley instead of selling them in the market?"

Da Zhuang pretended to be melancholy and said, "Last time I went to the street market to sell, I was seen by the people in the bookstores. They chased me away many times, saying that I was stealing their business. I had no choice but to sell at the back door of the mansions of the masters!"

Yao Wen showed a look of astonishment and said, "It seems that you are having a hard time, so I will buy one!"

"Do you know who published this story?"

Da Zhuang handed the storybook to Yao Wen and said cautiously, "It was published by my young lady. If you like to read it, I will sell it to you next time. But you must keep it a secret for my young lady and don't let anyone know!"

Yao Wen said with a smile: "I don't even know your young lady's name, how could anyone know it?"

Da Zhuang pretended to be simple-minded and foolish and said, "You wealthy families have many tricks. I'm just afraid that you will send someone to follow me!"

"What if your young lady or young master reads the storybook and falls in love with it right away, and wants to find out who wrote it? Then my young lady will be completely exposed!"

Yao Wen curled his lips and said, "Then you can rest assured, our family has not been so rude!"

"Give you money!"

Da Zhuang quickly took it and nodded, saying, "Thank you very much. I'll go to the back of the next house and sell it!"

After saying that, he walked quickly towards another house without stopping.

Yao Wen stared at Da Zhuang's figure until he disappeared, then he felt relieved and immediately went through the back door and bolted it from the inside.

Da Zhuang had amazing hearing ability. He stared behind the Xin family for another quarter of an hour before taking a detour and returning to the princess's mansion to report!

...

Xin Mansion.

Xin Fusu had just woken up from a nap. He called Yaowen several times but no one answered. He was about to walk out of the bedroom and take a look outside.

Who would have thought that he would see Yao Wen holding the letter with a happy look on his face.

His face suddenly turned cold and he asked, "Where did you go just now? I was just taking a nap and you learned to be lazy!"

Yao Wen hurriedly apologized, "Sir, please calm down. I didn't mean to be lazy!"

"Just now I heard someone selling storybooks on the street outside the wall. I thought you might like to read them, so I went out from the backyard to take a look and bought a storybook back!"

Xin Fusu's expression improved a little after hearing this: "In that case, bring me the book you bought!"

Yao Wen handed the storybook to Xin Fusu and casually said, "The street kid said that this storybook was written by a young lady. Why don't you take a look at what she wrote?"

Xin Fusu was curious and quickly opened the letter to read it carefully. After reading just the beginning, he was completely attracted.

He sent the medicine away, walked into the house, sat at the desk, and began to read it carefully.

Only after reading the entire story did he take a deep breath and mutter to himself, "I never thought there would be such a strange thing in this world. It's like a fight between gods. It's indescribable!"

"I don't know which family this poet is from, but she has such an ingenious mind. The Monkey King she created can fly up and down the sky and on the ground, and can travel a great distance with one somersault. It's really amazing!"

He stood up, walked to the door and called out, "Yao Wen!"

Yao Wen hurried forward and asked, "What do you want, sir?"

Xin Fusu asked anxiously, "Why is there no follow-up? Where is the street vendor who sold your storybook? Ask him when the follow-up will be published."