"Bright moon?" Shen Weiwan licked the icing off her fingertips, looked at the hidden pride in Liu's eyes, and suddenly chuckled. She walked to the railing of the waterside pavilion, looked at the crescent moon rising in the sky, cleared her throat and said loudly:

"The moon shines brightly before my bed,

I think it's frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon,

I bow my head and think of my hometown."

After the poem was finished, the pavilion fell into a state of complete silence. The teacup in the Grand Tutor's wife's hand slipped onto the cushions, and the Grand Tutor's daughters were all stunned. This poem was ethereal and distant, not something the naughty girl who had just composed the "willow-branch poem" could have uttered.

The color on Shen Ruoruo's face instantly faded, and Liu was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. Mr. Liu opened his mouth, but was blocked by the profound artistic conception of the poem and couldn't say a word. He could only stare at Shen Weiwan blankly.

Xiao Yu's gaze fell on Shen Weiwan. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, then turned into a gentle smile. He walked forward slowly, his voice low and clear: "Miss Shen... always brings surprises to this king."

Shen Weiwan's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, and she hurriedly lowered her head to pick up the candy cake on the table: "Your Highness, thank you for your praise. It's just...it's just a jingle taught by the old housekeeper in the mansion."

"Miss Shen is a hidden talent!"

"That poem 'Quiet Night Thoughts' just now was truly a stroke of genius!"

The noble ladies swarmed forward, crowding the Liu family mother and daughter outside the circle. Shen Weiwan secretly winked at Chuntao, who immediately understood and raised her voice, "Miss, the old housekeeper sent someone to say that the kitchen has stewed 'Jade Willow Soup' for you to nourish your brain!"

Shen Weiwan took the opportunity to bow and said, "Your Highness, I will take my leave first."

Xiao Yu nodded, his eyes following her figure, his tone filled with subtle fondness: "Be careful on the road."

When passing by Liu, Shen Weiwan deliberately slowed down her pace and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Aunt, if you want to ask a question next time, you might as well try 'abacus beads' - your niece is much better at calculating the monthly salary you withheld than writing poems."

Liu was so angry that she trembled all over, and watched Shen Weiwan walk away. Shen Ruoruo stomped her feet, tears welling up in her eyes: "Mother! How come she can write all kinds of poems?"

"What are you panicking about!" Liu gritted her teeth and pulled Master Liu to hide behind the rockery. "The poetry gathering isn't over yet! If you come up with another tricky question, I'll make her look bad in public!"

Master Liu rubbed his aching chest and said unhappily, "What else could there be? She can even recite 'Ploughing in the Midday Sun'!"

Liu's eyes rolled, and she said harshly, "I got it! Let her write a poem on the subject of 'Old Woman'! I want to see what other insinuations she can come up with!"

Young Master Liu suddenly realized and grinned, "Mrs. Shen is brilliant! Let's use the topic 'old woman' and see how she responds!"

As the two men plotted behind the rockery, they didn't notice the Seventh Prince's sneer curling up nearby. Xiao Yu whispered to the guards behind him, "Go tell the kitchen that I'm hosting a banquet at the palace tonight. The main ingredient will be freshly picked willow buds. I'll make Miss Chen a 'Golden Willow Bud and Osmanthus Duck'."

The guard took his orders and left. Xiao Yu watched Shen Weiwan disappear behind the moon-shaped door, his fingertips gently tapping the jade belt buckle at his waist. He wanted to see what kind of hilarious and amazing masterpiece the little girl, full of "perverse poems" would come up with when she encountered the "old woman" question.

The setting sun dyed the eaves of the Taifu Mansion golden red. As Chen Weiwan was walking in the carriage back to the mansion, Chuntao couldn't help but come forward and said, "Miss, that poem about the bright moon you just wrote..."

"Shh!" Shen Weiwan covered her mouth, her eyes full of cunning, "I read this in a tattered book at a flea market in the west of the city - Chuntao, what do you think that old, pious woman Liu will come up with for the next poetry gathering?"

Chun Tao looked at the gleam in her young lady's eyes and shook her head helplessly. "In my opinion, young lady, you should first think about how to deal with the Seventh Prince's 'Willow Osmanthus Duck' - last time, the jade bracelet you gave him 'accidentally' dropped into the duck soup, and His Highness still holds a grudge!"

Chen Weiwan burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the carriage rumbled across the bluestone road, leaving behind a string of crisp laughter. At this moment, in the waterside pavilion of the Taifu Mansion, Liu was pulling Master Liu towards the crowd. A new challenge was quietly brewing in the twilight.