Chu Weizhen
The fourth year of Xianning, late spring.
A line of blue-curtained carriages entered Zhuque Avenue along with the selection convoy from the Ministry of Rites. You sat inside the carriage, not looking at the scenery outside.
After all, if you were lucky enough to stay, you would be looking at these red walls and yellow tiles for the rest of your life. If you were unfortunately rejected... it wouldn't be too late to look at them upon leaving.
In truth, your father was merely a 6th-rank Assistant Editorial Director, poor and powerless. You had registered for this grand selection as a matter of routine, never expecting to pass the preliminary round.
"Daughter of the Assistant Editorial Director, 你—"
Hearing the eunuch call your name loudly, you took a small step forward and knelt down in a disciplined manner.
"Assistant Editorial Director..."
Chu Weizhen's tone was gentle and slow, revealing no hint of emotion as he asked casually:
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