Chapter 11: Evaluation and Evaluation

"Hey? Has this prince gone blind? Isn't that the useless infatuated girl from the Mei family?" On the loft more than a hundred meters away from the imperial gate, a man in a red brocade robe widened his eyes. He had a handsome face with a hint of playfulness, unmistakably the youngest ninth prince, Murong Changhong. He was surprised and pointed at the girl in the selection team who was yawning, her black eyes filled with displeasure. "Big brother, didn't you divorce her already? Why is she participating in the selection? What's going on?"

Murong Ye stood by the window in a bright yellow robe, his eyes like a phoenix, his figure graceful and elegant. He glanced at the girl below and furrowed his brows with a calm and weary tone, "I also want to know what's going on."

"In my opinion, this Meikaishao is just a persistent ghost! She doesn't even think about what she's done. Which man would be interested in her? Unless he's blind!" The loud voice continued, and Murong Changhong coldly snorted!

At the sound of the last sentence, a distant shadow coughed heavily!

Murong Changhong raised an exquisite face and looked at him puzzled, with a playful smile on his lips, "This is the first time this prince has heard Anyi speak. So, you're not mute, huh?"

"Your Highness, I am not." Anyi's voice was steady, showing no trace of emotion, matching his expressionless handsome face.

Murong Changhong became interested, "Then tell me, what were you coughing about just now? Am I not right in what I said?"

"Your subordinate..." Anyi bowed and his gaze fell into the dim corner...

Murong Changhong turned to block his gaze, smiling mischievously, "I'm asking you a question. What's your master doing?"

"Your subordinate believes that the Third Miss is not as unbearable as you think. After all, she is a well-bred lady from the Mei family." Anyi stood impartially, with an unassuming tone.

Hearing this, Murong Changhong shook his head and smiled, "Anyi, you don't understand. If this infatuated girl had half the grace of Taiyan, she wouldn't be so annoying."

"But..." Anyi wanted to say something more.

Suddenly, a lazy and deep male voice sounded, low and hoarse, as if flowing sand was slowly passing by...

"Anyi, the fire in the fireplace has gone out."

In the twilight, a man could be vaguely seen half-leaning on a carved wooden chair, sitting casually but exuding an indescribable elegance and heroism.

He looked like he had just woken up, playing with a teacup in his hand. The small teacup spun on his fingertips, emitting a faint glow.

Due to the backlight, his features were indiscernible.

But just his cold and icy voice made Anyi dare not say another word, respectfully lowering his gaze, "Your subordinate neglected it. I will go fetch charcoal for the master."

Without waiting for any orders, he disappeared from sight.

Murong Changhong regretfully pursed his lips, propping his chin on the wooden table, "How boring. It seems this prince will continue to enjoy watching these showgirls. Later, I can go and play with Taiyan. I wonder which courtyard Grand Tutor Sun will arrange for her..."

According to the rules, the showgirls did not yet have the qualifications to reside in the palace, but they couldn't be too far from the palace to avoid inconvenience during the selection.

Moreover, the selection was based on virtue and moral integrity, not just appearance and figure.

The actions of the showgirls were also within the scope of assessment.

So, in the early days of the Great Han Dynasty, many courtyards were built near the palace gate.

Although these courtyards were small, they were exquisitely designed and each had its own unique charm.

Inside the courtyards, clusters of green plums were in full bloom, spreading a fresh fragrance in the wind. Several houses were built with great ingenuity, each different from the others.

[End of this chapter]