I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 73: The Imperial Master is So Impressive

Yinsha looked at Master Song who was trying to make amends, and said calmly as always, "Master Song, don't panic. If Her Royal Highness the Princess cared about these little details, she wouldn't have sent me to deliver the gift."

"How can ordinary people like us guess what Her Royal Highness the Princess is thinking... Miss, please come in." Mr. Song was sweating profusely, and he didn't even dare to straighten his back in front of Yinsha.

Outside the hall, Mother Qiu stood at the doorway, preparing her emotions for a while. She rushed into the hall anxiously and excitedly, shouting, "Madam! Madam! The princess' maid is here!"

Mother Qiu came close to Madam Song and took the opportunity to give her a wink.

Madam Song received the signal and her expression changed from dull to smiling in an instant, "Oh, why didn't the colleagues I was chatting about just now come? Today is not a day off, and it's hard for Her Highness the Princess to still miss my family. Come with me to pick them up."

Madam Song stood up from her chair and said in a somewhat pretentious tone, "Everyone, enjoy your meal... I'll excuse myself for a moment. The princess' maid is here, and the Song family dare not neglect her!"

Mrs. Luo's teeth were almost broken, but she pretended to be calm and indifferent, "How can we compare to the maid of Her Royal Highness the Princess? Ruo Zhao, you should go now."

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The servants carried the gifts from Her Royal Highness the Princess into the courtyard. There were six loads of them, which attracted the attention of people in the courtyard. Madam Song came out of the hall and glanced at them. She was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling, and kept praising Her Royal Highness the Princess for her generosity.

When they arrived at the gate, Mrs. Song warmly invited Yinsha to join them.

Yinsha was about to refuse when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the street.

Ye Xu'an, dressed in white, rode his horse and walked on the busy street. Most people at the gate of Song Mansion didn't recognize this Imperial Master who had just returned to Chang'an. They thought he was some noble young man. Yinsha had already walked down the steps and greeted him: "Your servant greets the Imperial Master!"

Before everyone could react, Song Lingyi, who was squeezed in the back, called out, "Master! You're finally here!"

Ye Xuan jumped off the horse swiftly, opened his folding fan, and looked heroic.

Everyone really didn't expect that the rumored Grand Master was so young. Everyone was very surprised. It took a long time for them to follow suit and salute, "Greetings, Grand Master."

"No need to be polite."

Ye Xuan's arrival undoubtedly brought great honor to the Song family's promotion banquet. Mr. Song and Mrs. Song really didn't expect such an important figure to come, and they welcomed him into the yard with smiles all the way.

Yinsha originally wanted to leave after giving the gift, but changed his mind and stayed.

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As soon as Ye Xuan entered the male guests' table, everyone's eyes were focused on this handsome and elegant imperial teacher.

Not long ago, the official ship carrying the prince of Jin arrived in Beijing, and among the people who followed was the national master who had left Beijing for 16 years. It was said that the national master had a plan for everything, and his prediction of people's fate was as accurate as opening a third eye. However, he had read faces for a saint more than ten years ago, and in order to avoid overstepping his authority, no one dared to ask him to read faces and predict fate in recent years. Such a god-like figure actually attended the Song family's banquet. It seems that National Master Ye values ​​his new apprentice very much.

Ye Xuan and Lu Jing met eyes.

Lu Jing stood up from the chessboard slowly and saluted: "Junior greets the Imperial Master."

It just so happens that the outcome of this chess game has been decided
Ye Xu'an smiled faintly and walked to the chessboard. The person who was playing against Lu Jing tactfully gave up his seat. "Master Imperial Master, please." Ye Xu'an sat down, his eyes clear. "It's been a long time since I touched the chessboard. Boss Lu, are you willing to play a game with me?"

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows and sat down as well, "It is my honor to play chess with the Imperial Master."

The news of the game between the Imperial Master and Boss Lu spread from the Left Hall, and many people rushed to watch. This was a rare scene.

In the game of throwing pots, Zhao Yinxian took the lead and hit the double-ear pot several times, crushing the whole audience. Xie Yanshu was preoccupied and had no intention of competing with her.

"Hahaha, I won again!" Zhao Yinxian was so excited that she raised her hands high. She glanced sideways and noticed that Xie Yanshu beside her was absent-minded. She poked his arm with her elbow, "What are you staring at?"

Xie Yanshu glanced at her sideways, controlling the arrow to rotate between his fingers, without answering.

"Hey, Sister Song is here!" Zhao Yinxian pointed behind him.

Xie Yanshu looked back and found that it was not Song Lingyi, but Song Changling, and felt a little disappointed.

Zhao Yinxian laughed secretly, "Master Ye is here today, so how can Sister Song have the time to take care of us?"

Song Changling was dignified and bowed to Xie Yanshu. She looked shy and called softly, "Young Marquis."

Xie Yanshu was accustomed to seeing Song Changling's shy behavior since he was a child, but she was Song Lingyi's sister after all, so Xie Yanshu didn't want to offend her. "Miss Song San, do you want to play pitching pot too?" He handed the arrow in his hand to her.

Song Changling took the arrow, his eyes flickering with interest: "I'm not very good at throwing pots, can you please give me some pointers, young marquis?"

Xie Yanshu was just hesitating when Zhao Yinxian stepped forward and said, "Why do you want him to teach you? He's not as good as me. If Third Sister Song wants to learn, I can teach you."

Song Changling's smile froze, and it was not easy to refuse, "Then I'll trouble Sister Zhao."

Song Xianglan, who had been standing at the door for nearly an hour, was really impatient. Thinking that Song Lingwan was still there, she found an excuse to go into the hall to rest. Now Song Lingwan was the only one greeting guests at the door.

Song Lingwan didn't complain until another stick of incense had passed. Song Lingyi felt sorry for her sister standing at the door for so long, so she secretly gave her a snack and said, "Fourth sister, since father and the eldest lady are not here, and even the second sister has gone in, you might as well leave the reception to the servants."

Song Lingwan smiled and said, "Wait a little longer. The feast will start soon anyway."

After that, she looked across the street. There was an empty house across the street, but today, a girl had been standing at the door of the empty house since half an hour ago. This girl didn't look like the owner of the empty house. People were coming and going on the street, but she was staring at the Song Mansion. Song Lingwan felt that this girl was not simple, so she didn't dare to leave for a moment.

The girl at the door of the empty house met Song Lingwan's gaze. Her eyes suddenly became filled with deep resentment. She leaned forward, took a step forward, then took it back, seeming to be very conflicted.

"Fifth sister, please go and ask the eldest lady." Song Lingwan said. No matter what the girl wanted to do, she would feel at ease with the elders around.

"The lady is entertaining guests, I'm afraid she won't be able to come for a while."

Song Lingwan frowned slightly, worrying that this girl might be Mr. Song's mistress. Mr. Song didn't give her enough benefits, so she wanted to take advantage of the promotion banquet at the Song Mansion to cause trouble. This kind of thing has happened before.

(End of this chapter)