Gao Changyu was delighted, hurriedly expressed his gratitude, and went happily to register.

The Empress appreciated him so much that he felt compelled to dedicate himself entirely to the Great Rong. It was long rumored that the Empress valued talent, and it seemed to be true.

"I am Zhang Qingyu, knowledgeable in arithmetic and other disciplines," Zhang Qingyu said, appearing rather serious. As she spoke, she subconsciously touched her nose, as if recalling something. She lifted her right hand, with her left supporting an item: it turned out to be a book. "This is an arithmetic textbook I’ve written. I wish to become a teacher and teach arithmetic to the children of the Great Rong. My specialty is arithmetic, although I dabble in other subjects too."

Qiann Yan flipped through Zhang Qingyu’s arithmetic textbook; wasn’t this just mathematics?

This woman was likely a transmigrator too. Judging by her actions earlier, she must have been a teacher before crossing over, probably of considerable age.

"Approved."

Zhang Qingyu’s stern expression finally showed a hint of joy: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Imagine Zhang Qingyu, teaching for forty years, passing away in a classroom—what a regretful end. Transmigrating to an ancient world left her somewhat despondent. Anyone familiar with ancient times knows how oppressive they were for women.

Unexpectedly, this was entirely different.

This Great Rong did not exist in history, yet she loved it dearly.

So she decided to continue shining here, to be a teacher, sharing the knowledge in her head with the children here.

Yu Yuee’er: [That Zhang Qingyu and Gao Changyu are transmigrators, right? They’re quite unambitious, one wants to invent things, the other just wants to teach. Can’t they have a bit of ambition? And they pledge loyalty to this tyrant, are they planning to stay on their knees forever?]

System 327: [Therefore, Host must work hard to gain the Empress’s trust and eliminate them to prevent future tragedies.]

Yu Yuee’er: [Don’t worry, with me on the job, I won’t let the tyrant make this world a wasteland.]

Qiann Yan: Maybe there’s something wrong with their minds.

Yuee Huai sat beside with a constant smile, Yu Yuee’er hadn’t noticed before, but now she found it impossible to look away.

System 327 reminded: [Host, mind your image. You need to earn the Empress’s trust now.]

Yu Yuee’er: [No wonder everyone wants to be emperor—such a handsome man who can be brought into the harem; who wouldn’t be tempted?]

Qiann Yan: "..."

Yuee Huai: Fool! Wait till Your Majesty deals with you.

"I am Cheng Ping," Cheng Ping stood up, possessing an aura like a jade tree, naturally drawing attention, and even Yu Yuee’er beside him was intrigued. "I could compose poems and write articles at the age of three—perhaps that’s my talent. I’d kindly ask Your Majesty for a topic." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Qiann Yan grew interested, looked around, and said, "Then compose a prose on court architecture."

Cheng Ping was full of confidence but quickly searched his mind before speaking: "The Six Kings are gone, the world united, the Shu Mountains disappeared, Apang Palace emerged..."

Yuee Huai’s expression was odd, and Qiann Yan knocked on the table, interrupting: "Who are the Six Kings? Where is the Shu Mountain? What on earth is Apang?"

Cheng Ping was momentarily stunned. Wasn’t the "Poetry of the Ape Palace" about the grandeur of the Apang Palace?

While searching for ancient architecture prose in his mind, this piece came up first, and it was famous. He vaguely remembered having to memorize it as a child. Indeed, the text elaborated on the prosperity of Apang Palace.

Cheng Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, saying, "That was just me babbling. In truth, I have little insight into architecture and am not very proficient."