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Chapter 1705: Chapter 1705: Arrangements
Meng Po is naturally a curious person. She perked up, "How do you calculate it?"
Meng Po curiously sat behind the fortune teller.
"Can I take a look at the young man’s palm?"
Meng Po indifferently extended her palm, thinking what insights could a street sorcerer possibly have?
The fortune teller took just one glance and fell off his chair in fright, "Master, I don’t dare, I’ve offended the Great God."
Meng Po was surprised, could such a little figure really discover something? She couldn’t believe it.
"I’m a Great God? How did you figure that out?"
The fortune teller, who only had one leg, crawled to kneel down and kowtowed to Meng Po, mumbling "I’ve offended the Great God, please forgive me."
Meng Po asked him to rise to no avail; she had no choice but to leave, realizing she probably wouldn’t get any answers.
Her interest in shopping gone, she wanted to return and tell Qi Wen about this incident.
Zhang Dong followed behind his master. Once home, Meng Po rushed into the study.
"Are you here to read?"
Qi Wen reluctantly put down the book, "Wasn’t this your idea?"
"Qi Wen, I tell you, I just met a fortune teller. I don’t know what he saw, but he was so scared he fell over and started kowtowing to me. Saying I’m a Great God."
"That fortune teller must have problems, right?"
"Yeah, he’s missing a leg."
"In their profession they’re said to reveal secrets from heaven; they must bear misfortunes and lack in certain aspects."
"So you’re saying he really saw something?"
"It could be."
"I really underestimated mortals."
"Is it fun outside?"
"It was okay. But after the fortune teller incident, I wasn’t in the mood to shop.
Qi Wen, we’re going to the academy next year, otherwise how will we pass the exams?"
"Alright."
Meng Po remained curious about the fortune teller. The next day, she urged Zhang Sheng to check it out; she couldn’t go herself.
Before long, Zhang Sheng returned, "Master, there’s no fortune teller as you described."
"Ran away? Why?"
Qi Wen thought, wouldn’t he fear you catching up with him? Does he still want to live?
"He couldn’t wait for me to return, otherwise I would have treated him well."
Qi Wen’s lips twitched, thinking, is your blatant smuggling really okay?
Whatever decorations others had for the New Year, their house had too. Looking at the red decorations, it felt quite festive.
"I used to dislike red, now I feel okay about it."
"You like black? White?"
"Yeah, I like white."
During the New Year, eating delicious food felt like happiness.
"Actually, there’s nothing wrong with it; though life is short, everything that should be enjoyed is enjoyed."
Qi Wen couldn’t be bothered with her. Deep down, she thought Meng Po was a country bumpkin, but maybe in the Immortal World, she might turn out the same.
So she asked, "How much do you know about the Immortal World?"
"Not much, and not much about the Yin Realm either."
Qi Wen sympathetically looked at Meng Po; how pitiful it was to be so curious, as if she hadn’t been exposed to anything.
Eating and drinking daily seemed dull, she couldn’t keep her focus reading books, so she wandered every day with Zhang Dong.
Qi Wen trusted him in matters of importance; thus, she let him enjoy himself.
Meng Po wanted to see all the happenings. Zhang Dong was very familiar with his master’s nature. He grew to enjoy watching the bustle too.
"Master, do you want to buy more servants?"
"No, everything’s good now." The three members of the Zhang Family were diligent.
"Why come here?"
"Just to look around."
Meng Po was genuinely curious, even though she had seen life’s various aspects countless times before, experiencing it personally was different.
Looking at the impoverished people, she genuinely felt there was a reason for the social hierarchy.
Enrollment for the academy began after the New Year. It wasn’t famed; the principal was once a teacher at Yuelu School.
Their applications were surely accepted; the principal even provided a recommendation letter.
Two days later, Meng Po grew annoyed.
"What do you want exactly? You decide on everything and abandon things too."
"All the Civil and Military Scholar titles are yours."
"I’ve come here specially to accompany your play, haven’t I?"
"Yes, aren’t we best friends?"
Six months later, the entire academy, from teachers to students, knew these twin brothers were extremes; one was an excellent student and all teachers had great confidence in him. Truly nurtured for the Champion Scholar.
The other was a spoiled playboy, seemingly unaccomplished, yet could still pass exams, which further upset the students—despite their tireless study, they were weaker than this playful youth—it was frustrating!
At twelve, they knew enough to take exams. The pair smoothly passed as Scholars this year. Without county exams—straight to prefecture exams. The Scholar titles were secured.
Three years later, they would take the academy exams.
Qi Wen hadn’t asked, but Meng Po blurted, "Principal, can’t we have the academy exams next year? Take the scholar exam?"
"So confident? Despite laziness, you still don’t do poorly in exams."
The principal liked Meng Po; although she slacked off, her exam performance wasn’t lacking.
Having taught half a lifetime, he’d met all sorts of students. Such clever ones were rare.
"From the tone it sounds like there could be a way? We’d like to try."
"Fine, I’ll send a letter to inquire?"
"Principal, we can find someone to deliver the letter."
"Find someone? No need; strangers won’t grant meetings anyway."
"Principal, I heard academy exams are held in winter, could you hurry?"
"Alright, I’ll prepare right away."
Meng Po was delighted. Qi Wen had no opinion; honestly, there was no need to rush with nineteen years remaining—why hurry? But if that’s her wish, let it be?
The principal was quite capable. His network was broad.
One night, as they discussed while dining,
"Zhang Sheng, go to the county, find someone to inquire about Ye Marquis Mansion’s situation," Meng Po instructed.
"Yes, Master, I’ll depart tomorrow."
Zhang Sheng suspected his masters’ identities weren’t ordinary, surprisingly realizing it’s the Marquis Mansion.
"Don’t rush, best arrange someone there, ready to report back if needed."
Zhang Sheng understood the master’s plan; it’s straightforward, staffing a person there wasn’t difficult, servants knew the ropes.
Qi Wen acknowledged Meng Po’s greater experience in these matters; besides, he could arrange however he liked—it wasn’t significant.
Now they realized, the esteemed Marquis was merely a title, lacking position, a beneficiary of ancestral favor.
"If his lands and privileges were taken away, what would it be like?"
"Don’t you think it’s too absolute for ancient times?"
"What’s bad about it? Sparing them is already merciful, don’t be too timid."