Yu Yiman held the scroll and looked at the little dumpling with ill intent.

The scroll contains the poem "After Passing the Imperial Examination," written by Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Yu Yiman gave this poem to Xiao Tuanzi not to celebrate her admission to Puxi Academy, but because the handwriting in the poem was difficult to decipher and contained several hard-to-recognize characters.

She made the little girl recite the poem in front of everyone, because she was sure the girl couldn't recite it and wanted to embarrass her in front of everyone.

As a result, in front of the officials' wives, the little dumpling earned a reputation for being uneducated and lacking in talent.

The fact that she was able to get into Puxi Academy also puzzled many people.

Everyone would say that the Mu family spent money to bribe their way into sending their talentless daughter to a top university.

Yu Yiman sneered. The founding emperor of Longyuan Kingdom had issued an edict that no one, including members of the royal family, was allowed to interfere with the teaching affairs of Puxi Academy.

As the rumors spread, officials will naturally impeach Mu Tingzheng. Even if they don't, Yu Yiman will secretly intervene to get officials to submit memorials.

Yu Yiman's plan was to kill two birds with one stone: to ruin Xiao Tuanzi's reputation and to get the Mu family into trouble.

The little dumpling stared at the poem, remaining silent for a long time.

Hmph! Little brat, she definitely can't read.

A sly glint flashed in Yu Yiman's eyes.

She feigned concern and said, "Little dumpling? What's wrong? Is the handwriting too messy, and you can't see the words?"

"No way, this is a very famous thing," a government official's wife said bluntly.

Another official's wife said with a fawning expression, "The little princess is virtuous and talented, how could she not see clearly!"

"That's right, that's right. Let's give the little princess some time and not rush her."

Yu Yiman listened to the officials' wives talking about this and that, and every word they said was directed at the little dumpling.

Instead of being angry, she was quite happy to hear this.

After all, the higher they lift the little dumpling up, the harder she will fall.

The little boy looked at the obsequious officials' wives in front of him, and then at the calligraphy and painting in Yu Yiman's hand, remaining silent.

Time passed by, and gradually, everyone started to get impatient.

Some people have begun to suspect that the little dumpling doesn't even recognize the poem.

"Why isn't it talking? Could it be that it can't read?"

"Don't talk nonsense! If she couldn't read, how could she have gotten into Puxi Academy?"

Someone whispered a rebuke.

"I'm not making this up. There are plenty of people who pay for articles. The Mu family is so rich, maybe this little princess got in by paying her way in!"

Things were progressing according to Yu Yiman's plan. She handed the scroll forward and said:

"Little princess, tell your aunt honestly, do you not recognize the words on this?"

When the little dumpling heard Yu Yiman's question, she suddenly smiled, even though she had been expressionless.

Auntie's taken the bait!

The little dumpling, with its hands behind its back, confidently said:

"No, Auntie, I recognize these words, and I can read this poem!"

Everyone looked at the little dumpling with anticipation once again. Since someone had just guessed that the little dumpling couldn't read, everyone was now extremely curious.

Everyone wants to see if this little princess really has any real talent.

"The sordid past is nothing to boast about; today, my unrestrained thoughts are boundless."

"Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day."

After the little dumpling finished reciting, a continuous stream of praises immediately filled the entire hall.

"Such a young age, yet her speech is clear and her pronunciation is very standard!"

"Princess Rongchang is really amazing."

"The Mu family has produced a talented young lady!"

...

Everyone praised him endlessly, and the atmosphere in the hall became lively.

Only Yu Yiman remained cold, her fingers clenching tightly, almost crushing the scroll.

This little girl actually read it aloud! She even recognizes the word "filthy"!

She really underestimated her!

The little dumpling looked at Yu Yiman with a smug expression.

She guessed that her aunt must have thought she was illiterate, which was why she sent her this poem, hoping to embarrass her in front of everyone.

However, her aunt still didn't understand her enough. With the help of Mu Yanming and Qiuqiu, she had already learned quite a few characters.

As for the word "filthy," she had overheard Qiuqiu and Fulingguo Fairy arguing once, and Fulingguo Fairy called Qiuqiu a filthy little dog.

She didn't understand at the time, and even asked Mu Yanming what the two characters meant and how to write them.

Seeing her aunt's defeated expression, the little dumpling secretly gave a thumbs-up.

Immediately afterwards, she took a cup of tea, walked up to Yu Yiman, and asked:

"Aunt, did you just say this was an authentic work by Meng Jiao?"