The Lucky Farmgirl

Avoiding the crowd, Bai Shan quietly asked Manbao, "Who did your Fifth Brother sell the ink chrysanthemums to?"

Manbao thought carefully before remembering, "It seems like it was the Prince of Luzhou, because Yin Huo mentioned that the Prince of Luzhou has a good relationship with the Prince of Yizhou. I asked around in the pharmacy, and it seems that this Prince of Luzhou is particularly wealthy, so I let Fifth Brother sell the flowers to him. The ones he sold were the ink chrysanthemums."

Bai Shan nodded thoughtfully and couldn’t help but quietly inquire about the relationship between the organizer of this poetry contest at Mohui Garden and the Prince of Luzhou.

As a result, Lu Xiaofu teased him, saying, "It’s just a small poetry contest. What kind of relationship could it have with the Prince of Luzhou?"

He said, "The Prince of Luzhou is a feudal prince. To avoid taboo, he would not hold literary or poetry contests outside. At most, the women of his family would organize a flower appreciation feast in their own garden. And clearly, we common folk can’t attend a feudal prince’s flower appreciation feast."

So, Bai Shan turned to him and said, "Aren’t you a descendant of the Lu family? How can you not attend?"

Lu Xiaofu laughed at himself and said, "Just a collateral branch. Being able to receive a favored admission to the Imperial College was already the surplus grace of my ancestors."

He glanced at Bai Shan, who although two years his elder, shared a similar fate, and couldn’t help but remind him, "We’re already steps ahead of others by being in the Imperial College. You’re young; there’s really no need to hurry in arranging your career in civil service."

Bai Shan looked up at him for a while and nodded.

Lu Xiaofu could tell he had not taken his advice, but he just smiled and said no more.

Friendships that are shallow should not delve into depths; a word of caution was already him extending the courtesy of friendship.