After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Each provincial examination is different from another, and the top scorer in the provincial examination is not the same as the top scorer in the provincial examination.

Being able to win the first place in the Yunjing County Examination is completely different from winning the first place in other provinces.

Seeing Song Nihuan's confused look, Linglong couldn't help but let the young master go out at night in brocade clothes, so she explained in detail: "The eldest young master won the first place, the second place, and the third place in the imperial examinations, which means he is the top three! Cousin, do you know that when the Zhao Dynasty was founded, oh no, there were only eighteen people in history who were able to win the top three places in the imperial examinations! Our young master is one of them!"

Song Nihuan really didn't know the details of the imperial examination. When she was young, she was kept in seclusion, and her teacher had never told her these things. Later, she became an entertainment, so why would she need to know these things?

All I know is that every time the imperial examination results were announced, the people who were paraded through the streets wearing red clothes and riding tall horses were all scholars, the star of literature who had descended to earth.

A scholar should be looked up to by others.

Three years ago, she was singing "Deer Singing Poem" and practicing Kuixing Dance while leaning on the railing on the second floor of Furao Courtyard. She never imagined that the man walking downstairs with flowers in his hair was her future husband.

She nodded slightly in agreement. After listening to Linglong's words, even if she had no idea, she knew the significance of the fact that there were only eighteen of them in history.

No wonder he is so popular.

For Xie Yunji, studying and taking exams are all rewards for hard work. However, human nature is unpredictable and he cannot control the variables even if he makes all kinds of calculations.

The trials and tribulations in Yunjing's officialdom had taught him to keep a low profile and calm his heart, for example, he hid his indignation over his mother's death in front of his father.

Xie Yunji didn't know when he started looking forward to marrying Song Nihuan.

It was obvious that he had no intention of marrying her at the beginning. He just wanted to use the position of wife as bait to make her heart turn away from Xie Tan and towards himself.

These days, her dependence and closeness to him made him sink. He resisted everyone but wanted to be with her.

Sometimes he would be mesmerized watching her quietly grinding ink for him.

He was also amazed when she suddenly looked into his eyes and lowered her head shyly, which made him feel unsatisfied.

Although hesitant and restrained in his mind, he acted quickly and had hinted to Mrs. Wei to start preparing for the wedding ceremony.

The autumn examination passed quickly. The joint examination hosted by the Ministry of Rites would not be held until the following year. Everyone relaxed and the atmosphere in the mansion was good.

Rich families are different from small families. When it comes to wedding ceremonies, they just tear off a few pieces of red silk and cut a few pieces of pork, and then invite the neighbors to gather together to celebrate the wedding.

According to normal procedures, for a family like the Xie family, preparations for the wedding ceremony must begin at least a year in advance.

But due to the need to observe mourning for the late Madam Xie and the earthquake, everything had to be done hastily and simply.

Even if it was rushed, it was still beyond the reach of many families.

Mrs. Wei was extremely busy. Firstly, she was about to stop wearing mourning clothes and would no longer have to wear plain and light-colored clothes. Fortunately, she had prepared winter clothes and cloaks last season.

The second is Xie Yunji's wedding. The wedding date was chosen again and again, and the mandarin duck quilt embroidered with gold thread was from Sichuan embroidery. There was more than one such quilt. The newlyweds preferred thick and large quilts. The thicker the quilt, the more comfortable their life would be in the future.

The wedding curtains, doily, hairpins and rings on the head, and even the jade pendants on the wedding dress were all purchased by Mrs. Wei herself, and they were all top-notch items.

The exquisite and elegant wedding dress was slowly unfolded on the hanger. Mrs. Wei waved a round fan in one hand and passed her other hand across the wedding dress. The folds of the golden thread were breathtakingly beautiful.

She worked so hard for the sake of her own reputation as a virtuous woman, and more importantly, for Xie Yunji to be more convenient for her in the future. His appearance that day really frightened her.

Mr. Xie came over and took a look around. He looked unhappy but couldn't explain why.

Madam Wei said thoughtfully, "This is my first time doing this kind of work and I don't have much experience. If there are any shortcomings, please let me know, Master."

Mr. Xie remained noncommittal. He had no feelings at all regarding his children's marriages, but why make such a fuss about marrying off a daughter from a family like that?

Seeing that Mr. Xie was silent, Madam Wei interrupted and said, "The last time I saw Madam Gu, she told me about the marriage of Gu Lang and Qian Niang. Madam Gu praised Qian Niang for her elegance and gentleness, and she liked her very much. It's really hard for the two children to go through all these things."

Suddenly hearing her mention Xie Qianqian, Mr. Xie was startled, then he remembered that Gu's Erlang and Qianqian were still waiting to get married, and sighed, "They had discussed the marriage a long time ago, if it weren't for the delay... Never mind, Zi Che will go through the formalities with the Jiang family and set the date."

If Xie Yunji doesn't get married, how can his brothers and sisters-in-law get married before him?

Since Madam Wei mentioned Qianniang's marriage today, it must be that the Gu family is already urging them to get married.

Xie Qianniang is already sixteen years old, so there is really no time to delay.

The room was filled with things for the wedding preparations, including wedding clothes, red candles, and wedding silks. Most of them were gold and red, rich colors and very festive. They were just waiting to be replaced in five days when the mourning clothes could be taken off so that the green and frosty colors could be replaced.

Mr. Xie glanced at all of these, feeling quite emotional. He still remembered that his son was so small when he was born, but now he has become a sixth-rank editor in the Hanlin Academy and is about to get married. Time flies.

But when Xie Yunji was born, he had no expectations. At that time, his heart was full of Lan Jia, Xie Tan's mother.

How could one expect a son to be born from a woman who was forced upon him?

After all, Xie Yunji was born to his first wife, Princess Qinghe. He was of high birth and had great learning skills. Although the father and son had had many disagreements...

Unconsciously, the elegant middle-aged man was immersed in memories of the past. He thought carefully about how his son looked when he just learned to walk, when he first called him father, and when he went to school.

I have no impression at all.

He then realized that he had not participated in his son's growth.

What was he doing during those years? He was begging Lan Jia to look back at him, he was trying his best to win the love of the emperor, and he was wholeheartedly giving Lan Jia a home.

He still believes that the small courtyard he and Jia Niang bought together is his home.

The Xie Mansion was too big and too cold, and he didn't want to come back at all.

Xie Yunji was only eight years old when Princess Qinghe swallowed gold and died. He guarded his mother's body and refused to let go. There was undisguised deep hatred in the little child's eyes.

What happened next, he didn't remember, he didn't relieve his depression in time.

The son hated his father.

Madam Wei didn't understand why, so she gently consoled him, "Master, don't worry too much. I will make all the arrangements."

Mr. Xie nodded slightly, then leaned back in his chair dejectedly, looking out the open window with empty eyes. The withered lotus leaves were still in the pond in the garden, and the rain was still falling.

The lotus in that pond was planted by Princess Qinghe when she was alive.

He gradually closed his eyes.

The bright moon is still hanging high in the sky.