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On the calibration table, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are all prepared.

Several noble ladies stood gracefully, with Shen Rou standing in the most conspicuous position.

She had a graceful figure and a faint smile on her face.

This attracted the attention of the young men and women in the male and female seating areas.

In the annual assessment, Shen Rou always won first place in the poetry category.

The noble ladies who competed with her naturally looked somewhat unhappy.

Yu Jingshu was relatively quiet, standing slightly behind her with her eyes lowered.

He would only occasionally glance at Shen Rou.

Before long, the Hanlin Academy official in charge of the poetry competition announced the topic.

"Today's poem topic is set to suit the occasion: 'Spring Hunting Mood.' Time is limited to one incense stick. Please proceed."

Upon hearing this, the noble ladies whispered among themselves.

On the contrary, Shen Rou had an unprecedented confidence on her face.

The topic for the poetry competition this spring had already been secretly given to her by Prince Chen.

She had made ample preparations for this spring hunt.

First, I wrote the first draft of the poem.

She even specially commissioned the most talented scholar in Jiangnan to revise it for her.

This poem is truly unprecedented and unparalleled; it will surely outshine those noble ladies.

Shen Rou thought for a moment, then slowly picked up her brush and wrote a poem on the rice paper.

Over the years, she was able to win the title of the most talented woman in Yanjing, which was inseparable from the help of Prince Chen.

Beside her, Yu Jingshu pursed her lips tightly, a hint of joy welling up in her heart when she learned the topic of the spring hunt.

It's as if even God is on her side.

She held the brush and carefully placed it on the white rice paper, then wrote down stroke by stroke.

"Springtime Hunting"

A swift steed chases beasts into the cloud-shrouded peaks, arrows whistling through the empty forest echoing with the calls of a hundred birds.

Do not say that spring's gentleness can erode an iron will; where the bowstring is taut, the heart of an eagle is revealed.

After finishing writing, Yu Jingshu picked up the white Xuan paper and respectfully walked to the Academician Hanlin.

"The cousin of the Shen family, Yu Jingshu."

The academician glanced at her, took the poem she handed him, and stroked his beard as he read it.

Then, a smile spread across his face.

"Good, good poem."

"I never expected that the cousin of the Shen family would have such talent."

Yu Jingshu pursed her lips gently: "You flatter me, sir."

"Miss, please return to the women's section."

"Yes."

Yu Jingshu nodded, gently lifted her skirt, and returned to the examination platform under the gaze of the noble ladies.

Watching Yu Jingshu's departing figure, Shen Rou felt that something was amiss.

Yu Jingshu grew up in Yongzhou. Although she knew some calligraphy, she had never written poetry.

Nowadays, even scholars from the Hanlin Academy praise his excellent poems, which suggests that he is a hidden talent.

However, she was also grateful that her younger sister, whom she had raised in private in Yongzhou, possessed such talent.

It is an honor for me, as the older sister.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Shen Rou's face, and she picked up her brush and put it on the Xuan paper.

After writing a poem, he put away the Xuan paper and handed it to a scholar of the Hanlin Academy.

"Shen Rou, the eldest daughter of the Shen family."

The scholar from the Hanlin Academy picked up the poem she handed him, glanced at it, and his expression suddenly changed.

He picked up the poem that Yu Jingshu had just written and compared it with his own.

It's exactly the same word for word.

He looked down at Shen Rou.

"Did Miss Shen know the theme of this spring hunt beforehand?"

Shen Rou felt a tightness in her chest and a little guilty.

"My lord, what does this mean?"

Just then, Empress Jiang, seated in the high seat, spoke.

"Scholar Pan, is there any problem?"

"I remember that every year during the spring hunt, Miss Shen always won first place in the poetry competition."

Judging from Scholar Pan's expression today, it seems something has happened.

Scholar Pan quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Your Majesty, I remember that the topic of the spring hunt has not been revealed to anyone else."

"But now, Miss Yu, the cousin of the Shen family, has written the exact same poem as Miss Shen the eldest."

As soon as Scholar Pan finished speaking, the young men and women in the seats began to whisper among themselves.

No one knew the topic for this year's poetry competition.

After Professor Pan announced the topic, everyone was supposed to improvise.

How could Shen Rou and Yu Jingshu write exactly the same thing?

Unless, the question was leaked to Yu Jingshu or Shen Rou in advance.

"So, even the most talented woman in Yanjing was a fraud."

"Isn't it obvious? Miss Shen knew the question beforehand."

Whispers could be heard from the crowd.

Standing on the stage, Shen Rou felt a chill run down her spine, and her heart clenched in pain.

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She has won first place in the poetry category for three consecutive years.

Because of her outstanding talent, she was the most talented woman in Yanjing.

now……

"Miss Shen, when did you write this poem?"

"Why is your poem exactly the same as your cousin Yu Jingshu's poem? Miss Shen, don't you have an explanation for this?"

Shen Rou trembled slightly and immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty, the poem was written by me just now, and I did not know the topic beforehand."

"Really?" Empress Jiang didn't believe it at all.

"Miss Shen, come out here and tell me where your poem came from?"

Yu Jingshu clenched her fists quietly, her body trembling, and slowly stood up under everyone's gaze.

"In...in..."

"Aren't you going to tell the truth? Or did you write this poem on the spur of the moment today?"

Empress Jiang had lost all patience.

"I don't believe it. What a coincidence that you two cousins ​​have written the exact same poem today, word for word."

"If you don't tell the truth, you two are frauds."

Do you know what the consequences of fraud are?

Yu Jingshu was so frightened that she immediately knelt down. "Your Majesty, this commoner... this commoner tells the truth."

"I found this poem by chance in my older cousin's yard."

"Although I know some characters, I am not good at poetry."

"Thinking of making a name for myself at this spring hunt, I'll use this poem to compete."

"I never expected that the topic of the competition would correspond exactly to this poem."

Yu Jingshu originally wanted to protect Shen Rou, but now she was in front of the emperor.

If she lies again, she might not only end up in prison, but she might also implicate her father.

She had no idea that the poem was written by Shen Rou.

As soon as Yu Jingshu finished speaking, the mocking voices of the noble ladies from the surrounding families rose again.

"I thought Miss Shen was truly talented."

"Every year during the spring hunt, she always won first place in the poetry competition, apparently because she knew the topic in advance."

"They have a good reputation but no substance; they've disgraced the Shen family."

The harsh words and insults from the people around me filled my ears.

Shen Rou knelt on the ground, clenching her teeth, her gaze fixed on Yu Jingshu.

She shouldn't have listened to Madam Yu today and brought Yu Jingshu to the spring hunt.

Empress Jiang sneered.

"It turns out that this Miss Shen found the poem in Miss Shen's courtyard."

"Show me the original manuscript."

"Yes." Yu Jingshu nodded quickly and took out the crumpled piece of paper from her sleeve.

The palace maid handed the note to Empress Jiang, whose face turned cold.

"Scholar Pan, take a look and see whose handwriting this is."

"Yes, Your Majesty." When Scholar Pan took out the crumpled original manuscript for comparison, his gaze fell on Shen Rou's face.

"Your Majesty, this handwriting is that of Miss Shen."

Shen Rou exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

She never wrote this poem; even the previous drafts had long been burned.

The Empress sneered.

"It seems that someone leaked the questions for the spring hunt test to Miss Shen in advance."

"Miss Shen, could you tell me who leaked the exam questions to you?"