Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 118 Imperial Academy Chancellor: I am innocent!

"Although our Ma family has now established a relationship with the Empress, this rascal is still not married to a Ma family woman, so necessary social interactions are still necessary."

"And during this period of time, haven't you met with the ladies of those dukes and marquises a few times?"

They should be able to understand some of the hardships this kid has endured.

After Ma Xiulin's persuasive arguments, Wang Shiyun was gradually convinced.

It can only be said that the Ma family's composure is still very useful; one thing can subdue another.

Wang Shiyun put down the shoe sole and rolling pin in her hands. Ma Wenxiang breathed a sigh of relief and continued to swagger, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back and get some sleep. I have to go to the Imperial Academy tomorrow to prepare for the next provincial examination."

And Dad, you should also get ready quickly. I'm sure I can make it, but I might not be able to make it for you.

If we don't study hard, we don't know when the next imperial examination will come.

Ma Wenxiang's earnest words of advice only made Ma Xiulin, who was standing in front of him, even angrier.

However, it must be said that what the son said did indeed make some sense, otherwise, at this moment...

He, as the father, would probably have taken the rolling pin from Wang Shiyun's hand immediately and staged a scene of sacrificing family for the greater good.

Never underestimate the immense love a father can have.

She would never let her son know what real "weight" is.

……

Back in the room, the room that belonged only to Ma Wenxiang.

Now living in the capital, and in a mansion bought for 100,000 strings of cash, the mansion has all kinds of servants, maids, and servant girls. Ma Wenxiang alone has two beautiful young girls serving him, who look like beauties in the making. If they grow up, they will definitely be gentle and refined young ladies.

This was specially arranged by his mother, Wang Shiyun, who even planned to stay by Ma Wenxiang's side from then on.

Despite her family's decline, Wang Shiyun still possessed considerable wisdom and managed to arrange all the affairs of the household perfectly, ensuring the well-being of everyone in the family.

Of course, they would listen to her completely, without a doubt.

"Young Master, let me wipe your sweat first."

In his half-awake state, Ma Wenxiang heard that melodious voice, and a young maid was carefully attending to him.

At this moment, he was really powerless and had no crazy thoughts. His body was so tired that he was limp and fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

And these purchased maids would be even less likely to do anything excessive to Ma Wenxiang.

Firstly, Ma Wenxiang is still a child, and it's uncertain whether he's capable of doing that kind of thing; secondly, although Wang Shiyun previously lived in Majia Village, she still manages the entire Ma family with remarkable order and efficiency, and even Old Master Ma has voluntarily handed over all the power to manage the family to her.

After all, there were so many guards, maids, servants, maids, housekeepers, and stewards in the house, as well as all sorts of properties that Ma Wenxiang had brought back and acquired.

Ma Wenxiang didn't hang out with those privileged young men for nothing. While they were having fun, he not only made money for them, but also for the Ma family, acquiring several properties along the way.

The main focus is on honest business practices.

Now, after nearly several days, the Ma family, while not as wealthy as a country, at least owns two or three streets of shops in the capital, which are now part of their business.

This can be considered as Ma Wenxiang gaining some advantages by squeezing into the circle of nobles, but in the process, there was absolutely no bullying of ordinary people or extortion.

Ma Wenxiang, the ringleader, had strictly prohibited it.

He euphemistically said: "Can that little bit of money even be called money?"

Don't lose face as a man here, otherwise this will be a disaster for your family when you enter the imperial court in the future.

As a result, most people naturally and obediently believed it.

Most importantly, Li Jinglong, Feng Cheng, and other spoiled brats stood firmly on Ma Wenxiang's side. In addition, Ma Wenxiang had the Empress's backing, so it was natural that no one would dare to oppose him.

These days, if someone is using a tiger's skin as a banner, as long as the tiger's skin hasn't fallen, who dares to take it down?

Aren't you afraid that the tiger's mouth behind that tiger skin will swallow you whole?

That was truly terrifying.

……

When he woke up, it was just getting light outside, so Ma Wenxiang naturally went straight to the Imperial College.

After having breakfast at home, they set off by carriage.

Upon arriving at the Imperial Academy, the sound of students reciting their lessons could already be heard.

Ma Wenxiang naturally entered the school and studied diligently.

Yesterday's play was play, today's study is study. Play is the foundation of one's life, while studying now is the qualification for future promotion. Ma Wenxiang understands this distinction very clearly.

With Ma Wenxiang as a leader, most of the Xun Gui faction naturally followed suit and imitated him.

Most people firmly believe that Ma Wenxiang must have benefited from doing this, and only a fool wouldn't do something that benefits them.

However, with Ma Wenxiang's arrival at the school, the Imperial College was unusually lively today.

"Really not you? My brat, always so arrogant and domineering, seems to have completely changed his personality lately. High Priest, really not you?"

"Who else could it be but you? My son, do you expect him to suddenly become enlightened on his own?"

"Even if your ancestors were blessed with good fortune, you wouldn't have such a good thing. You just admit it."

Feng Sheng arrived at the Imperial Academy early in the morning and went straight to the most learned scholar there. He then proceeded to complain about his own son in front of the scholar, showing no mercy whatsoever.

There's really no need to be lenient, since this is something that most people in the capital already know about. Hiding it would only make things look embarrassing.

The Chancellor of the Imperial Academy could only wave his hand with a wry smile: "Your Excellency, it really isn't me. If I had such merit in educating people, how could I not claim the greatest credit? Why would I hide here? How could I not admit it?"

"You old codger, do you look down on us nobles?"

As soon as Duke Feng Sheng of Song opened his mouth, he immediately raised the level of the topic, leaving the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy in a state of bewilderment, both amused and exasperated.

The Chancellor of the Imperial Academy could only hurriedly reply, "Not at all. The Dukes fight for our Great Ming on the battlefield, risking their lives at every moment. How could I, an old man, do such a disloyal thing?"

"My lord, you've really misunderstood. Who was it then? Anyway, my son only changed here at the Imperial Academy, so as his uncle, you should give a proper explanation."

Boom! !

Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on the door.