The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 623

Chapter 623: 300 Family Affair (First Update)_2

Prime Minister Yuan had someone send the poetry collection to his granddaughter.

He understood that his granddaughter was extremely talented and proud, not considering ordinary people worthy of her attention, yet she should regard a genius like Prince An as worthwhile.

Little did Prime Minister Yuan know that the little Taoist nun, looking at the quatrains on the table, had turned her face as dark as charcoal.

Why did they want her to read poetry?

She just wanted to read novels, okay?

Speaking of which, it’s been so long now, why isn’t the third volume of "Yunting Records" out yet?

Isn’t it supposed to be a release once a month?

It’s already been a month and three days. Has he vanished?

In Bishui Alley, the Old Priest, who had just finished penning the final character, put down his pen and sneezed fiercely: "Achoo!"

He had just taken over Guozijian; his wages were low, and his previous savings were ransacked by the old woman. He wanted to get a new carriage...

In order to cope with an increasing expenses, he had no choice but to resume his old career by writing novels.

He had not written for many years, his original pen name had long been forgotten, so he took a brand new pen name - Drunken Life, Dreaming Death.

It felt quite apt at first listening.

His first work upon returning was about a frail hostage prince from an enemy country, wreaking havoc in the court, and his love-hate relationship with the princess of the Great Xia Dynasty.

To avoid unnecessary troubles, he made it clear at the beginning of the story that it was all a dream of the prince.

However, despite this, the story had others unable to stop chasing after it.

The first two volumes sold extremely well, and he managed to make a small profit. The third volume should have been handed in as scheduled, but it was delayed due to recent affairs at Guozijian.

To apologise, he decided to personally deliver the original manuscript to the collaborating Bookstore.

The little Taoist nun also went to the Bookstore that day, she was there to press for the release of the new volume.

The old priest could not help but prick up his ears to listen.

Behind the bookshelf, the page boy was introducing other novels to the little Taoist nun.

The little Taoist nun was flipping through them out of sheer boredom and commented, "They aren’t good, they are not as exciting as the stories written by Drunken Life, Dreaming Death."

The old priest thought she would compliment the novelty in his story, but she commented instead on how thrilling his story was.

The old priest cleared his throat.