My Memory Is Unrivaled

Third Young Lady Wen, who had fainted after being frightened by a dog, woke up only to find herself even weaker than before. Frail of body and poor at her studies, how could she survive in Great Wei, where learning was everything? Everyone thought Third Young Lady Wen would never find a husband... Who could have guessed that one day the old tutor would come tottering over to Madam Wen, tears welling in his eyes, and declare, "Third Young Lady is a genius beyond compare!" PS: Cathartic and satisfying. An alternate world where the heroine is the best of the best. [Please check out my upcoming novel] [Blurb] In the sixth year of Jingcheng, newly appointed Grand Secretary Qin Beixiao reopened countless old cases, implicating more than a thousand people. His ruthless methods and thunderous actions sent shockwaves through the court and the country. Those who hated him wished they could devour him alive and grind his bones to dust. Their denunciations filled page after page, cursing his entire family to die wretched deaths. Naturally, there were also people who came to beg for mercy. They knelt outside his vermilion gates for three days and nights, until the last trace of their blood stained his gold-threaded boots. His long, narrow eyes lowered, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He wiped the blood away with a handkerchief, then walked calmly into the Golden Hall, dressed in a red qilin robe and jade crown, composed and unhurried at the head of the officials. With power beyond measure and such a temperament, even the most outspoken censors seldom mentioned the humiliations he had endured as the son of a disgraced minister. And among those days when he had hit rock bottom, when countless people had kicked him while he was down, there was one person Qin Beixiao kept deep in his heart. That year, at the Xu family's school, at the start of the leap month, the world was blanketed in snow. Xu Zhining's slender figure stood in front of him, enduring everyone's blows and insults without taking a single step back. "Anyone who wants to lay a hand on him today will have to step over my dead body first!" That day, as he knelt amid the wind and snow, his heart burned like fire, and the bitter winter melted away. Theme: