She just said she wanted him to write a poem for her.

Jiang Sheng's heart pounded wildly; the man's poem was an expression of his affection for her.

Does the young lady know or not? Yet she dares to ask him to write a poem for her?

Jiang Sheng thought for a moment and realized that Miss Huang was so tactful and reserved; if she had known, she probably wouldn't have spoken so bluntly.

But, given that the young lady is so free-spirited and different from ordinary women, could she possibly have such thoughts?

The moment this thought arose, Jiang Sheng rejected it.

How could someone as remarkable as Miss be such a person?

Jiang Sheng rubbed his sore bottom as he walked towards his room, his mind filled with the image of Miss Huang's every smile and gesture.

Huang Ningmeng walked back to the pavilion, and Hongyan, as expected, listened to her and stayed there without moving an inch.

"Hongyan, not a single word about tonight's events can be leaked."

"Yes, Miss." Hongyan trembled slightly, quite frightened by her tone.

"If you leak this out, you'll never have a good day again. Don't try to use your wife to pressure me; she can't control me. You'd better remember that."

"yes."

...

"What? That little hussy really said that?" The Prime Minister's wife was furious and slammed her hand on the table.

"Mother, keep your voice down. Although the east and west wings are a bit far apart, they are not very far apart." Hongyan stood up and covered the Prime Minister's wife's mouth.

The Prime Minister's wife pulled her hand away, her brows furrowed and her tone cold as she said, "Hmph, her marriage is still in my hands. As long as I say a few words to the master, she'll have to marry him whether she wants to or not. You think I can't control her? What a joke!"

"If she gets married, I... I'll have to go with her as part of her dowry! Mother, I don't want to!" Hongyan was terrified. Huang Ningmeng was a devil; she didn't want to follow her for the rest of her life.

“You are my good daughter, how could I push you into a fire pit? Don’t worry, I will take you back before she is married off.” The Prime Minister’s wife patted her hand and said softly.

Hongyan was about to nod when she suddenly remembered Huang Ningmeng's eyes and her words.

—If you leak this, you'll never have a good day again…

Hongyan's face turned pale. If she told her mother what had happened, would her mother really be able to get her back from Huang Ningmeng? Huang Ningmeng was truly terrifying.

The Prime Minister's wife noticed something was wrong with her and asked gently, "Yan'er, what's wrong?"

"Mother, I'm scared." Hongyan nestled into the Prime Minister's wife's arms.

The Prime Minister's wife patted her back, sensing her fear, and felt a pang of pity. What had that little wretch done to her daughter?

The mother and daughter exchanged tender glances. In another room, Huang Ningmeng, after hearing the ring's account, scoffed.

"This mother and daughter are really bizarre. The master didn't do anything, but they act like enemies." The ring was speechless.

Huang Ningmeng was amused by it. Hongyan was only a thirteen-year-old girl, and given her experiences since childhood, she was even more sensitive and fragile. It would be strange if the way she treated her didn't leave a psychological scar.

However, she did not expect that Hongyan would actually not dare to disobey her.

The next day, Huang Ningmeng changed into a blue embroidered orchid dress, simply adorned her hair with a jade hairpin, and let her long hair, which usually reached only to her waist, fall down to almost her knees. She took the Buddhist scriptures and sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, calmly chanting the scriptures while counting prayer beads.

Hongyan stood behind her, secretly watching her back. Her eyes held a mixture of hatred and fear.

"Ugly people are always up to no good." The ring really wanted to glare at the red smoke, but just because its owner couldn't see it didn't mean it couldn't.

Seeing Huang Ningmeng still calmly worshipping Buddha, Ring couldn't contain herself any longer. "Master, how can you be so calm? She's practically riding on your neck. Is this how a maid acts?"

"She can look at me however she wants. Do you think I'll lose a piece of flesh just because she looks at me? Xiao Jie, don't forget, she's the main character." Huang Ningmeng found it somewhat amusing. She and Hongyan already had a history of conflict, so it was normal for her to be looked at like that.

"Does being the main character mean you can do whatever you want?" the ring said angrily.

"They didn't do whatever they wanted. Don't you still have me? There are many ways in the world to suppress them. Just look at their crimes. No one is born a criminal. The protagonists are also human. Although they have good luck, they also grew up step by step. Some of them are bad, and some are good," Huang Ningmeng said calmly.

"Master, you've changed."

"Hmm?" Huang Ningmeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You never used to speak up for the protagonist." Even at the end of the world before that, you wanted to fight the protagonist to the death.

Huang Ningmeng was slightly taken aback. "Is this a side effect of raising children in my previous life?"

"I think so. Master, wake up! Look at this person behind you. Don't think she's easy to deal with. If she explodes, it will be the beginning of your calamity," the ring earnestly advised.

"I just want to wait for her to explode and see just how serious her paranoia really is," Huang Ningmeng said calmly.

"Master... are you still thinking about seeing a doctor?"

"No. To punish her for such a trivial matter would be far too low for the status of my daughter, the Prime Minister."

ring……

What does it mean to suddenly feel a sense of admiration?

The daytime was uneventful.

That night, Hongyan came out with Huang Ningmeng again, trembling all over, like a sick quail.

Huang Ningmeng almost laughed. Didn't this girl know the saying, "The more you know, the faster you die"?

Despite being so scared, they insisted on coming out just to find out what was going to happen.

Jiang Sheng had been waiting under the pavilion in the garden for a long time. When she saw a graceful figure coming, she immediately stood up straight, placed her right hand on her abdomen and her right hand behind her back, and pretended to be a refined and virtuous gentleman.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!" The closer Huang Ningmeng got to the pavilion, the more she felt that the ring was full of flaws. "Ji Rufeng is supposed to be a talent, but what kind of trash did he choose to be born into this family? He must be blind!"

"It fits his personality quite well. Although this scholar isn't very emotionally intelligent, he's a top scholar." Huang Ningmeng didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Yes, he's perfect in your eyes. And the key is that he knows you'll definitely end up in the body of a cannon fodder character. The most tragic cannon fodder character next to the protagonist is definitely Miss Huang. Being reborn into the place closest to you, that thoughtfulness is definitely precious to you." The ring said sourly, "But does he know that this blockhead is going to abandon you? How did the bookworm die? How did Huang Ningmeng die? Doesn't he know anything about it?"

Huang Ningmeng smiled and said, "He is believing in himself, and he is also believing in me, believing that I can definitely bring him back."

“You believe him, but I don’t,” the ring said unhappily.