Prime Minister's Mansion.

forecourt.

Hearing that his son had returned to the house, Hu Weiyong, who had been waiting in the main hall, hurried out and looked at his son coming in from the main door, rubbing his hands excitedly.

From a distance, Hu Fei saw the excited smile on Hu Weiyong's face. He shook his head helplessly and could only lament that it was not this bad old man who lost money.

"Son, you should already know, right? You are the top pick in this spring semester!"

As Hu Fei came closer, Hu Weiyong said with joy on his face.

"I'm afraid even the three-year-old kid on the street has heard about this."

Hu Fei said helplessly, walked directly past Hu Weiyong and entered the main hall.

"But why don't I seem happy to see you?"

Hu Weiyong hesitated for a moment, then turned around and followed into the main hall, asking with some confusion.

"No, I'm very happy, extremely happy."

Hu Fei sat on the chair and said slowly with a smile on his face.

"Whether you are really happy or fake, I am very satisfied!"

"Have you not forgotten His Majesty's imperial edict? His Majesty has promised you that as long as you win the first prize, you and the princess will get married as soon as possible!"

Hu Weiyong looked at Hu Fei and said seriously.

After hearing Hu Weiyong's words, Hu Fei's eyes lit up, and then he remembered this matter.

Yes, how could I forget this?

Thinking of this, Hu Fei couldn't help but feel better, and a rare sincere smile appeared on his face, suddenly feeling that things were not so bad.

"It seems you have forgotten it a long time ago, brat!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang saw Hu Fei's reaction, he immediately understood and scolded him dissatisfied.

Hu Fei coughed and smiled awkwardly.

"I just don't know if His Majesty will keep his promise. I don't know when your marriage will be held."

"Your Majesty will not forget this matter like you, right?"

Hu Weiyong muttered to himself, then looked at Hu Fei anxiously and asked.

"Looking at you like this, whether I should be the top pick or not is not your biggest concern, right?"

"You don't just want to have your grandson soon, do you?"

Hu Fei frowned, looked at Hu Weiyong, and asked hesitantly.

“It’s natural to start a family, start a business, marry a wife and have children, what’s wrong with that?!”

After hearing Hu Fei's words, Hu Weiyong looked a little unnatural, but in order to cover up his thoughts, he immediately spoke uprightly.

"I knew it!"

"Are you using me as a tool to raise your grandson? You don't really care whether I am the top pick or not!"

Seeing Hu Weiyong's expression, Hu Fei rolled his eyes and said dissatisfied.

"How could it be? Of course I care, but wouldn't it be better to have double happiness?"

Hu Weiyong hurriedly explained and winked at Hu Fei.

"Yes! I finally see your true face!"

"Since you want children so much, how about you marry another one and have one yourself?"

Hu Fei waved his hand, looked at Hu Weiyong with disgust and said.

After hearing Hu Fei's words, Hu Weiyong's smile suddenly froze on his face and he stood up suddenly.

"You brat, what are you talking about?!"

Hu Weiyong's eyes widened, he pointed a finger at Hu Fei and shouted sternly.

"It's nothing. I have something else to do. Let's go first."

"Since you want to have a grandson so much, why not think of a name first."

Seeing that Hu Weiyong seemed to be really angry, Hu Fei stood up in a hurry, hunched his neck and walked away quickly.

"If I were ten years younger, I would definitely give birth to one for you to see!"

Hu Weiyong stared at Hu Fei's back and said angrily.

But Hu Fei had already walked out of the main hall without looking back, not daring to provoke Hu Weiyong again.

"Young Master, someone came from Prince Yan's Mansion just now and said that His Highness Prince Yan invited you to come."

When the steward Qin Hai saw Hu Fei coming out, he hurried forward and whispered.

"Just right!"

"Pei Jie, Chun Die, leave quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Fei hurriedly greeted Pei Jie and others and walked quickly to the door, leaving the angry Hu Weiyong alone in the main hall.

Pei Jie and others agreed and immediately followed.

"Qin Hai! Pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

But before Hu Fei could walk out of the house, Hu Weiyong's voice came from behind again.

Hearing Hu Weiyong's words, Hu Fei was speechless for a while and could only smile bitterly.

It seems that this old man has really planned to name his future grandson.

…

Teng Mansion.

At the door of the backyard wing, Teng Ziqian was sitting listlessly on the stone steps, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

He had just returned from Wenxian Hall, and originally thought that he would be able to stand out in this spring and win one of the top three.

But things went against his expectations. After the results were released, he discovered that his results were actually at the bottom. What made him most angry was that Hu Fei actually won the top prize!

Thinking of the things I had boasted about in the examination room, I couldn't help but feel my cheeks burning with shame and anger.

On the way back, almost everyone was discussing Hu Fei. The more they listened, the more angry they became, and the more angry and envious they became.

He hated that he didn't have Hu Fei's talent, let alone Hu Fei's luck.

At the same time, he also couldn't understand how that idiot who he had never paid attention to before suddenly became the number one genius in the Ming Dynasty?!

At this moment, footsteps were heard, and Teng Demao, the Minister of Civil Affairs, slowly walked from the front yard and came to his son's side.

"Don't think so much, continue to study hard, and go out less to spend time and have fun in the future. There will still be opportunities."

Teng Demao looked at his son and persuaded him slowly.

But it was better that Teng Demao didn't say anything. When he said this, Teng Ziqian felt even more annoyed, as if his father had already predicted that he would fail the exam.

"Hu Fei won the top prize, did he fulfill all of your wishes?!"

Teng Ziqian looked up at his father, gritted his teeth and asked.

"You're overthinking it. Based on my relationship with him, even if he wins the top prize, I won't get much benefit, so I haven't cared about it from beginning to end."

"But after this incident, one thing has been further proved. Hu Fei's rise is not accidental, everything is God's will."

"Stay away from him in the future. Even if you can't shake hands and make peace, don't really become an enemy, so as not to bring disaster to yourself!"

Teng Demao looked at his son and said seriously.

"knew!"

Teng Ziqian gritted his teeth and agreed, got up and went back to the room, slamming the door shut.

Looking at the closed door, Teng Demao sighed secretly, turned around and left helplessly.

…

The Duke's Mansion of the State of Wei.

Some things seem to be destined to make some people happy and others sad.

While most people were happy for Hu Fei, Xu Da was sitting on the chair with a gloomy expression, his clenched fingers almost crushing the armrests of the chair.

Originally, Hu Fei's escape from the disaster unharmed had already made him regretful, but when he woke up early this morning, he heard that Hu Fei had won the first prize in the Spring Festival, which immediately made his mood fall to the bottom.

He was unwilling to give in, but he also knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion and he could not change anything.

He already knew what happened to Xue Ru, and he couldn't help but feel apologetic, and even once doubted whether he had really done something wrong.

But he soon convinced himself that in order to stabilize the Ming Dynasty and to allow His Majesty to concentrate the imperial power, he could only do this.

For some reason, he still couldn't believe that the Hu family and his son were truly loyal to His Majesty.

Moreover, Hu Fei's sudden rise to prominence and fame all over the world happened so suddenly that it seemed a bit untrue.
To be continued...