Liu watched the two of them eating duck as if no one was around, and she was so angry that her nails dug into her palms. Shen Ruorou leaned close to her ear and said through gritted teeth, "Mom, we can't just let it go like this!"

Liu's face was gloomy. As she watched Shen Weiwan eating with a satisfied look on her face, she suddenly remembered something and winked at Shen Ruorou. Shen Ruorou immediately understood what she meant and stepped forward, saying in a gentle manner, "Sister, you are truly talented. You can even write such a 'unique' poem about a spider web. But... I wonder if you can write a 'serious' poem? For example, one titled 'Plum Blossom'?"

Plum blossoms—this is the most common theme for poetry. If Shen Weiwan can't come up with one, her previous "talent" will become a joke. A hint of pride flashed in Liu's eyes, waiting to see Shen Weiwan make a fool of herself.

Shen Weiwan licked her fingers, looked at Shen Ruorou's hypocritical face, and suddenly smiled: "Plum blossom? How difficult is that——"

She put down the duck leg, cleared her throat, and said loudly:

"A few plum blossoms in the corner,

Ling Han opened it alone.

I know it’s not snow from afar,

Because there is a subtle fragrance. "

After the whole poem was read, the waterside pavilion fell into silence again. This time it was not a laugh, but shock. Even the Taifu's wife put down the teacup in her hand and looked at Shen Weiwan in disbelief. This poem has a lofty artistic conception and elegant style. How could it be written by the person who just wrote the "spider web poem"?

The smile on Shen Ruorou's face froze, and Liu's mouth opened wide in shock. Wang Lang had just walked to the door of the waterside pavilion and stopped when he heard this poem, his face full of disbelief.

Xiao Yu looked at Shen Weiwan, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then turned into a gentle smile. He said softly: "Miss Shen...as expected, you can always surprise me."

Shen Weiwan met his gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head to pick at the duck legs: "Your Highness, thank you for the compliment. I learned all this... from the wonton seller."

The noble ladies around could no longer bear it and gathered around:

"Miss Shen is truly a hidden talent!"

"That plum blossom poem just now was truly wonderful!"

"We misunderstood you before..."

Liu and Shen Ruorou were squeezed outside the crowd, watching Shen Weiwan being treated like a star, shaking with anger, but unable to do anything. Shen Weiwan secretly winked at Chuntao, who immediately understood and said loudly, "Miss, the old housekeeper asked you to return home early, saying that he made a soup for your brain!"

Shen Weiwan took the opportunity to squeeze out of the crowd and bowed to Xiao Yu: "Your Highness, I will go back to the mansion first."

Xiao Yu nodded, looking at her with a hint of imperceptible fondness in his eyes: "Be careful on the road."

Shen Weiwan turned and left. When she passed by Liu, she deliberately slowed down her pace and whispered, "Aunt, next time you want me to write a poem, remember to find some 'interesting' topics - such as 'toilet' or something like that, I'm better at it."

Liu was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she could only watch Shen Weiwan walk away. Shen Ruorou stomped her feet, tears almost falling: "Mom, what should I do? Shen Weiwan..."

"What are you panicking about?" Liu gritted her teeth, a fierce look in her eyes. "The poetry gathering isn't over yet, and I don't believe she can stay this lucky forever!"

Shen Weiwan walked out of the Taifu Mansion, the sun shining on her, warm and cozy. Chuntao followed her and couldn't help asking: "Miss, that plum blossom poem you just wrote..."

"Shh!" Shen Weiwan covered her mouth, "Secret!" She turned her head to look in the direction of the Taifu Mansion, a smug smile on her lips, "Chun Tao, who do you think will be the next to 'provoke' me?"

Chuntao saw the light in her young lady's eyes and knew that another "good show" was about to begin. She whispered, "Young lady, you are a 'talented woman' now. Will you no longer have to gnaw on duck legs?"

"Nonsense!" Shen Weiwan patted her, "Can't a talented woman eat duck legs? Let's go back home and ask the kitchen to stew a bigger one!"

The master and servant walked away, talking and laughing, leaving the Taifu Mansion in chaos. The seventh prince, Xiao Yu, stood on the waterside pavilion, looking at Shen Weiwan's back, the teacup in his hand swaying gently, reflecting the gentle smile on his lips.

"Chen Weiwan..." He whispered the name, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes, "I want to see how many surprises you have that I don't know about."