She accidentally flirted with the villain and was fiercely criticized as the regent for forcibly mar

Shao Yunting's pleasant voice carried a gentle reassurance and encouragement: "Ningning, don't rush, write slowly."

Jiang Ruining was speechless.

Is she in a hurry?

She was scared!

I'm afraid of being hated by the female lead, and I'm afraid of being tormented to death by the female lead's toxic fans!

I'm afraid the evil spirit will crush my little neck!

The devil's gaze was practically burning her apart!

Sitting firmly at the head of the table, Xiao Xu picked up his teacup and took a leisurely sip, the refreshing and crisp taste spreading between his lips and teeth.

A faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

Unaware of her beloved daughter's despair, Zheng Lingyi ran to the top and stretched out her hands towards the Regent and the Princess: "Your Highnesses, let's place our bets together!"

Princess Anyang took a hairpin from her hair, placed it in her palm, and said with great respect, "I believe Miss Jiang can write good poems."

Zheng Lingyi smiled sweetly, "Your Highness has excellent taste!" She turned to the Regent, her eyes sparkling, unlike the others who seemed afraid of him, "And you?"

Xiao Che took a token from his sleeve and tossed it into her palm: "I'll add my share of the prize!"

Zheng Lingyi picked it up and looked at it; there was a character "摄" (shè) on the token: "What can it be used for?"

Xiao Che glanced at the token and said, "Seeing this token is like seeing me, the king!"

Zheng Lingyi exclaimed "Wow!" and quickly put it away.

Young Master Zheng wanted to stop her but it was too late: "..." This younger sister has no sense of purpose at all!

Princess Anyang and Shao Yunting below both glanced at each other, then looked at Jiang Ruining, who was writing poetry with her head down.

How could Jiang Ruining not feel such an obvious probing gaze? Her hand trembled again.

A clash of traditional Chinese cultural elements is taking place in my mind.

Is that scoundrel trying to kill her?

By taking out the Regent's token, isn't he telling everyone that he and she have a suspicious relationship?

Zheng Lingyi, unaware of the undercurrents within, came running back, hands on her hips, her little face full of smugness and trust in Jiang Ruining: "Place your bets! Those who were being so loud and sarcastic earlier are not allowed to bet on Ningning winning this round!"

Sun Langjun snorted and took the lead in bidding on his family's heirloom jade pendant on the "Cannot Write Poetry" side.

Cui Jingwei's henchmen also took pictures.

The others hesitated as they held the objects they had taken out. Although they also sneered at them in their hearts, what if Jiang Ruining could actually write a good poem?

After all, the Regent thought highly of her. Could it be because he discovered that she had been hiding her true abilities all along?

Losing my precious child is a small matter, but being blind to their value is a big deal!

One after another, people placed their bets.

Perhaps because the Regent trusted Jiang Ruining, most people bet on her to win, but the bets were all worthless little things.

Clearly, they didn't believe she could write any good poems.

Jiang Ruining didn't care; she only focused on writing her own stories.

Cui Jingwei snatched it away before anyone else could react.

Jiang Ruining hadn't finished writing the last stroke when he dragged a deep, long ink mark onto the rice paper.

Clearly, Cui Jingwei has broken down!

Cui Jingwei's eyes were like knives, her usually gentle and elegant gaze revealing a fierce glint, as if she wanted to cleave through all the words on the paper that formed the perfect poem, to find evidence of cheating, but in the end she found nothing.

All I saw was her astonishing literary talent, enough to crush her underfoot!

"The Yellow River flows eastward for thirty thousand miles to the sea, and the mountains rise five thousand feet to the sky. The remaining people weep in the dust of the barbarians, and yearn for the royal army to return south!"

She finished reading what she had read back then.

Silence!

Xiao Che's hand, which was lazily resting on the armrest of the chair, curled up almost imperceptibly.

Unexpectedly, the regret and pain in his heart were described so accurately by someone!

Seven years ago, there was a border crisis.

Although he was fourteen years old, he led several generals to lead the expedition and fought a stalemate with the fierce and barbaric Northern Liao for a full year and eight months.

Just as he led the border troops and civilians to victory in the war, Empress Dowager An, who was then a concubine, conspired with Cui Sheng'an and others to delay supplies, report the battle situation falsely, spread rumors that the crown prince had died, and even betray border information to help a third party launch a sneak attack from behind...

Ultimately, this caused the ailing emperor to suffer a sudden and violent attack and die, leading to the usurpation of the throne. The final battle resulted in heavy casualties and rivers of blood, forcing the emperor to exchange six cities for the withdrawal of a third party.

Because we need to recuperate, we have not yet been able to reclaim those six cities!

The vastness described in the poem is the pride of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

And these six lost cities.

It is a pain in Xiao Che's heart.

It is the hatred of the people and soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is the blood and tears of the survivors!

Many years have passed, and the hatred of many people has gradually subsided. The Empress Dowager's faction is unwilling to fight for those six cities.

His seizure of power was not only to reclaim the imperial power that rightfully belonged to him, but also because only by making the court his personal fiefdom could he lead his troops into battle again, personally reclaim the six cities, and teach those who had attacked him from behind a deadly lesson!

Jiang Ruining, whom everyone thought was a good-for-nothing, was far more magnanimous than the average homebody!

She harbors a deep sense of national vendetta.

They are not the same kind of people as the Empress Dowager.

Why would they be willing to risk their lives for them?

So who exactly is behind her?

"What rubbish..." Sun Langjun's loud mockery stopped when he saw Cui Jingwei's face freeze and the others' expressions of astonishment.

The people present were all learned and talented, and they were all deeply moved by the magnificent and poignant beauty of the poems and the dramatic turn of events. The voices of doubt were completely silenced.

All that remained were admiration and shock, bewilderment at her hiding her true abilities and pretending to be a fool, and a few scattered feelings of jealousy!

Cui Jingwei crumpled the Xuan paper in her hand, her hands and breathing trembling uncontrollably.

How is that possible!

How could this be? What a stupid, incompetent person could write such a poem!

Seeing her like this, Sun Langjun felt heartbroken: "It's fake! How could a fool like you..."

"Shut up!" Chu Jin snapped, unable to contain himself any longer. "You're supposed to be a young master from a prestigious family. Didn't your parents teach you how to write the word 'manners'?"

Sun Langjun was furious: "How dare you, an orphan girl..."

Chu Jin retorted sarcastically, "Even I, an orphan, know better than you do. What right do you have to yell at me!"

Shao Yunting then noticed that the woman sitting next to Jiang Ruining was someone he had only caught a fleeting glimpse of!

He coldly suppressed the insults that Sun Langjun was about to utter.

"Young Master Sun, this is going too far!"

Sun Langjun dared not disrespect the other party, because Shao Yunting was a Duke and a powerful official. If he offended him, his father would not only not stand up for him, but would also skin him alive!

Seeing that he was sensible enough, Shao Yunting shifted her gaze to Chu Jin.

He nodded to her and smiled gently.

Chu Jin's heart stirred slightly, but the tingling sensation she felt last time was gone.

I gave a slight curtsy to thank him for his help.

Shao Yunting stared intently at Jiang Ruining's eyes and brows, as if it were the first day he had met her: "Miss Chu's poems are unconventional, but Miss Jiang's style is arrogant and flamboyant. The two are completely different."

Therefore, plagiarism is impossible!

Xiao Che took in Shao Yunting's admiration and amazement, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Ah!

It seems the blind man has regretted it!

"Without a proud and unyielding spirit, one could not write such poems, and a proud and unyielding person would never give up their poems to others."

Cui Jingwei's heart was burning with anger, and her whole heart was trembling. She was unwilling to be trampled on by this good-for-nothing, and she tried her best to imply: "Such unrestrained verses are indeed not something that a proper young lady like us could write."

The phrase "following the rules and regulations" is a sarcastic jab at Jiang Ruining's flamboyant style.

This is also a veiled denial that the poem was written by Jiang Ruining, after all, Jiang Ruining was just a woman in the inner quarters of the house!

Sure enough.

Immediately, someone understood and chimed in, "If anyone still doubts Miss Jiang's abilities, just post all these poems out there. Whoever dares to claim credit must first compose a poem in the same style!"

Jiang Ruining calmly replied, "Okay!"

Her confidence and decisiveness gave Cui Jingwei a jolt.

The sharp anger couldn't be released; it surged wildly in my mind, my vision blurred, and I almost fainted.

All eyes inside the pearl-embroidered gauze curtain were fixed on Jiang Ruining, and for a moment, the atmosphere was unpredictable.

Princess Anyang glanced at Cui Jingwei and announced, "Today's champion is Jiang Ruining."

Jiang Ruining gently tossed the calligraphy brush in her hand.

Ink splattered, staining the white robes of the young master Sun, who was standing directly in front of him.

"Kneel down!"