The sweet scent of osmanthus from the waterside pavilion of the Xiangfu Mansion hadn't yet dissipated when Shen Ruoruo's wails were heard. She had been exposed for plagiarism by Wang Xiucai on the spot, and her face was paler than the falling osmanthus flowers. Yet, Shen Weiwan was still holding a gilded lacquer tray and slowly swaying in front of her.

"Don't panic, cousin," Shen Weiwan smiled like a fox stealing fish, and put the lacquer tray on the stone table. "Sister specially prepared paper and pen for you, how about revising the poem now?"

Shen Ruorou was being held by a maid. When she heard this, she looked up suddenly, her eyes full of bloodshot: "Chen Weiwan! Stop laughing at me here!"

"I'm not laughing at you," Chen Weiwan picked up the wolf-hair brush and dipped it into the inkstone. "Look at this poem 'Quiet Night Thoughts'. If you change 'The moon shines on the bedside' to 'The willows shine on the window', wouldn't it rhyme and praise my aunt's fair skin?" She paused and deliberately raised her voice. "Look, 'The willows shine on the window, I wonder if it's frost on the ground' - how appropriate!"

The surrounding ladies were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Zhang Mingyue slapped her thigh with laughter: "Miss Shen's ability to revise poems is even better than writing them!"

Liu had just rushed over from the side hall and was so angry when she heard this that she trembled all over: "Chen Weiwan! You are so presumptuous!"

"Don't be angry, auntie," Shen Weiwan put the pen into Shen Ruorou's hand, "if you think it's not good, you can change it. For example, 'Looking up at the bright moon' can be changed to 'Looking up at Liu', and at the end, add 'Looking down at the treasury' - it's more in line with auntie's wishes!"

Even the Seventh Prince, Xiao Yu, couldn't help but sway his teacup, spilling tea onto his moon-white brocade robe. He set the cup down and spoke slowly, "Miss Shen's talent for revising poetry is truly unmatched by me."

Shen Ruorou looked at the wolf-hair brush in her hand, then at the mocking eyes of the people around her. She felt dizzy and burst into tears. The brush in her hand fell to the ground with a "click", splashing ink on Liu's skirt.

"You little bitch!" Liu didn't care about her image and raised her hand to hit Chen Weiwan, but was forced back by Xiao Yu's eyes.

"Madam Liu," Xiao Yu's voice was low, but chilling, "You're acting wildly in the Prime Minister's Residence. Have you forgotten the rules?"

Liu's hand froze in mid-air. Seeing the Seventh Prince's cold eyes, she quickly withdrew her hand in fear and said with a smile: "Your Highness, please calm down. It's my fault for not disciplining my child properly..."

"If you don't discipline your children well, you should discipline them properly," Shen Weiwan took over the conversation, picked up the pen on the ground, and shook it in front of Shen Ruorou, "Cousin, next time you copy a poem, remember to change to a pen name that no one recognizes, or simply sign it as 'Liu's Product', maybe you can sell it for a good price!"

"You...you..." Shen Ruorou was so angry that she couldn't speak. She suddenly coughed up blood and fainted.

"Oh, why did my cousin faint?" Shen Weiwan pretended to be surprised, "Chun Tao, quickly help the second young lady to rest, don't delay the banquet at the Xiangfu."

Chuntao suppressed her laughter and together with Lu'e, she carried Shen Ruoruo away. Liu glared at Shen Weiwan fiercely and hurriedly followed.

A good osmanthus appreciation banquet was turned into a farce by Shen Weiwan. The guests dispersed in twos and threes. Zhang Mingyue came to Shen Weiwan and laughed: "Weiwan, you are really good! You made Miss Shen spit blood in anger. It's so satisfying!"

Xiao Yu also came over, holding a brocade box in his hand: "This is a reward from the king."

Shen Weiwan opened it and saw a sheep-hair brush inside. The four characters "妙笔生花" (Miao Bi Sheng Hua) were engraved on the pen holder. It was exactly the same as the one she had given him before. "Your Highness, are you asking me to revise a few more poems?"

"No," Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "I want you to write more interesting poems. I'm waiting to see."

As the two were talking, the butler of the Xiangfu Mansion hurried over and bowed to Xiao Yu: "Your Highness, the Emperor invites you."

Xiao Yu nodded, and before leaving, he said to Shen Weiwan, "Stay well and don't cause trouble again."

"I understand, Your Highness." Shen Weiwan waved her hand, watching Xiao Yu's back as he left, wondering what the emperor wanted to see him for.

Chun Tao brought a cup of osmanthus wine and said, "Miss, you were really awesome just now. You made Miss Shen Er so angry that her face turned green!"

"That's right, don't you see who I am?" Shen Weiwan raised her chin proudly, "By the way, put this pen away. You can use it to write poetry in the future."

Before long, the news that Shen Ruorou was so angry about plagiarism that she vomited blood spread throughout the capital. People even made up a new jingle: "Miss Shen Er loves plagiarism, and when she was exposed, she was so angry that she vomited blood. Miss Weiwan is so ruthless in her finishing touches, and her revisions are truly amazing!"

In the general's mansion, the old butler was holding a tabloid, his beard curled up with laughter: "Miss, you are truly the lucky star of our general's mansion!"

Shen Weiwan was studying the new pen given by the Seventh Prince. She didn't even raise her head when she heard this: "I don't dare to be a lucky star. I'm just doing justice for the heavens."

"Oh, Miss," the old housekeeper remembered something, "there's news from Minister Liu's residence that Madam Liu has fallen ill, and Miss Shen has also been confined to her room."

"Are you sick?" Shen Weiwan put down her pen, a sneer on her lips, "I'm afraid you're angry. That's good, so you don't have to be an eyesore."

Chuntao brought a plate of freshly baked osmanthus cake and said, "Miss, please try it. This is freshly made in the kitchen. It smells so good!"

Shen Weiwan picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sticky taste made her feel good. "It's better to eat something practical instead of worrying about those bad things."

Just then, a servant from the Seventh Prince's mansion arrived and handed over a letter: "My prince asked me to deliver a letter to the eldest lady. He also asked you to come to the mansion after reading it."

Shen Weiwan opened the letter. There were only eight words on it: "The emperor summoned you. It's related to you."

"Is it related to me?" Shen Weiwan frowned, "What does the emperor want me to do?"

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