ear it anymore and desperately refused to let Li Chen take them off.During the feudal era, the concept of female chastity was deeply ingrained in a woman's being. Even though Li Chen had legal and fam...Chapter 463: Thoughts Become Clear

Although he understood that Li Chen had played him, Su Zhetong felt no displeasure in his heart but rather more satisfaction than Li Chen himself.

Now it's not just him alone, the entire Su family's honor is riding on the Eastern Palace. The more dominant and cunning Li Chen is, the more his investment proves to be correct.

Su Zhen Ting, with his brilliant mind, didn't want to linger for a moment. After a brief stay in the East Palace, he got up and bid farewell, heading out to find a way to trick Li Chen into spending money.

As soon as Su Zhen Ting left, Li Chen had a little more free time.

He summoned the goshawk, gently stroking its feathers that had healed from its injuries and saved his life. Turning to Wan Jiajiao, another lifesaver, he asked: “Are your wounds fully recovered”

Wan Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled: “To Your Highness, it’s already done.”

"This time you saved my life, tell me, what reward do you desire"

Li Chen glanced at Wan Jiaojiao and said, "Don't be polite and refuse. You know, this palace is stingy about giving opportunities. If you're polite, this palace really won't reward you."

Wàn Jiāojiāo's pretty face flushed red, and she whispered: "Your Highness, if it's possible, the servant girl would like to request a painting from Your Highness."

Li Chen was taken aback. He really didn't expect Wan Jiaojiao to have such a request.

"It's nothing."

Li Chen got up and released the eastern bluebird, letting it fly into the sky to soar. He turned around and strode towards the desk in the Xizheng Hall, "Bring me the writing brush and ink!"

"Oh!"

Wan Jiaojiao excitedly responded and hurried over, spreading out a blank sheet of scroll paper for Li Chen. She then ground the ink, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looked at Li Chen.

Li Chen picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and looked at Wan Jiaojiao who was deep in thought. After a while, when her cheeks were flushed red under his gaze, he began to write a poem on the blank scroll.

"Upon the flower stand, a single sprig of spring is purchased. Tears stain the fair cheeks, still bearing the traces of dawn's rosy mist. Fearful that her lover might think her face less beautiful than a flower's, she adorns herself with a cloud-shaped hairstyle and pins it askew, all to make him compare their beauty."

The words are plain and easy to understand, without too many complicated or ornate expressions. At first glance, it seems quite ordinary.

But in the words, the youthful and tender feelings of a young girl are brought to life.

It's just right for someone like Wan Jiaojiao, who is young and full of energy.

It's as if it were made just for her.

After letting the ink dry, Li Chen thought for a moment and added his own name to the signature. Finally, he took out his seal and pressed it heavily onto the paper.

The heir apparent of the First Qin Emperor, Li Chenyin.

In this way, the poem gained official recognition and authority, with no one else in the world daring to impersonate it.

It's truly a unique gift in the world.

Li Chen handed the scroll to Wan Jiaojiao and said, "Do you like it"

Wan Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled with delight, finding the seemingly ordinary words incredibly beautiful for capturing the essence of a young girl's emotions. She nodded emphatically and exclaimed, "I like it! I like it!"

"If you like it, take it."

Li Chen chuckled lightly, shoving the scroll into Wan Jiaojiao's arms. Before Wan Jiaojiao could thank him, business came knocking.

The newly appointed magistrate of Beijing, Zheng Bao Rong, requested an audience outside the East Palace.

Li Chen thought for a moment, didn't let Zheng Baorong come in, but went out himself.

Outside the East Palace, Zheng Baorong stood cautiously by the side of the palace gate, waiting for the guard to return and open it for him.

At this moment, Zheng Baorong saw the palace gate wide open and was about to greet someone with a happy face, but he saw Li Chen walking out from inside.

In a panic, Zheng Baorong stared blankly for a long time before hurriedly kneeling and saying, "Your servant, Zheng Baorong, greets His Royal Highness the Prince."Chapter 823: The Jin Country