Without hesitation, Yu Yiman replied, "Yes, of course the things your aunt gave you are genuine!"

Upon hearing her reply, the little dumpling raised its hand and spilled all the tea from its teacup onto the scroll.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Yu Yiman was startled by her actions and cried out in anger.

The words on the scroll were splashed with tea, and the ink smudged, making it a messy, dirty blob.

The little dumpling pointed to the flower-covered scroll and said, "This is fake! It's not a genuine work by Meng Jiao at all."

The moment the little dumpling said this, everyone was stunned.

Did Princess Zhaochun send a fake?

Yu Yiman threw the scroll onto the table next to her and said unhappily:

“Little princess, I kindly gave you this gift, but you not only ruined it with tea, but also falsely accused me of giving you a fake.”

"Are you upset with your aunt? Are you doing this on purpose?"

Faced with Yu Yiman's accusations, the little dumpling innocently said:

No, that's not it.

She dipped her finger in the ink on the scroll and said to everyone:

“My father said that poets in the Tang Dynasty would use ink that would last for a thousand years in order to preserve their handwriting.”

"Because the ink is insoluble in water and does not easily fade, it can be preserved for a long time."

"And this calligraphy was written with blue ink, not thousand-year-old ink."

After the little dumpling's explanation, everyone's attention turned to Yu Yiman.

"Good heavens, the princess would actually send a fake! This is utterly ridiculous!" exclaimed a high-ranking official's wife.

"That's right, she's a princess of the Dragon Yuan Kingdom and the ruler of the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom, giving away a fake is just too much..."

Upon hearing the crowd's discussion, Fu Yun immediately knelt on the ground and said in annoyance:

"Princess, it's all my fault. I prepared the gift, and I never expected that collector would try to deceive me with a fake."

"It's all because I'm ignorant and blind! Please punish me severely, Your Highness!"

After saying that, Fu Yun kowtowed to the ground.

In this situation, Fu Yun had to step forward and take the blame; she felt it was unacceptable for the princess to be disgraced because of this!

This calligraphy was originally written by Fu Yun on behalf of Yu Yiman. She didn't genuinely want to give Xiao Tuanzi a congratulatory gift; she just wanted to embarrass her in front of everyone. Naturally, she wouldn't show the real piece.

But how could Fu Yun, a member of the Sirius Clan, know about the Thousand-Year Ink?

Fu Yun cursed herself inwardly because her negligence had caused the princess to be caught by the little dumpling!

In order to give everyone an explanation and to protect her own reputation, Yu Yiman had no choice but to severely punish Fu Yun.

"How could you make such a mistake? Go to the Sinzheku and get thirty lashes yourself!"

After Yu Yiman finished speaking, she looked at the little dumpling.

She practically spat out the words through gritted teeth:

"The little princess knows so much! She even knows about the Thousand-Year Ink."

The little dumpling raised its chin and said proudly:

"Of course, my father taught me all of this!"

Her father taught her more than just this; her aunt will find out gradually!

...

After this banquet, Yu Yiman's plan to harm the little dumpling not only failed, but she also became a laughing stock.

She angrily smashed the cup on the table, her eyes burning with rage.

Fu Yun, clutching her back, limped into the inner room. Seeing the shards scattered on the floor, she knew that Yu Yiman was furious this time.

Fu Yun was hit thirty times with the wand, but fortunately, she practiced martial arts regularly and was not seriously injured.

"Princess, please calm down," Fu Yun advised.

Yu Yiman said unwillingly, "That girl is really lucky."

"Even if Mu Ran changed her essay, she could still pass the exam."

"I just set a trap to embarrass her, but she managed to defuse it!"

Yu Yiman walked up to Fu Yun.

"Tell me what exactly happened? Why have we failed so many times?"

Fu Yun: "This servant doesn't know either. I've read the poem the little princess wrote, and with such literary talent, it's impossible for her to pass the Puxi Academy entrance exam! Why was she selected anyway?"

Yu Yiman: "Could it be that Mu Ran lied to us? She didn't actually switch that girl's article?"

Fu Yun shook his head.

"Princess, no, she has been poisoned with a Gu worm. If she wants to live, she will obey!"

Yu Yiman's eyes turned sinister. "Tell those scholars to make sure that the poems written by the little dumpling are widely circulated, especially to say that they were written by a student who was admitted to Puxi Academy!"

After Fu Yun agreed, he took out a red round box from his waist and handed it to Yu Yiman.

"Princess, this is the face powder that makes your skin as white as snow."

Ever since the Princess Consort of the South recommended this face powder to Yu Yiman, she instructed Fuyun to buy it from Ziyangtang.

Yu Yiman took the round box made of mahogany. The surface of the box was carved with intricate patterns, and the words "skin as white as snow" were written in the center of the lid.

"Last time you said that after I left, the king took in a personal maid. Did you find out anything about her?"

Yu Yiman smelled the fragrance emanating from the mahogany box; the fragrance was so alluring, it seemed to have a special attraction.

Fu Yun: "Not yet, but I heard that the king values ​​her highly and takes her everywhere he goes..."

Fu Yun spoke softer and softer, afraid of displeasing Yu Yiman.

Yu Yiman turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was plain-looking and not really pretty. There were even signs of aging around her eyes.

"It seems I really should take better care of myself."

Yu Yiman opened the lid of the snow-white liquid, which was milky white. She picked some out with her finger.

Regular face powder is in powder form and needs to be dissolved in water before applying to the face, but this face powder is a thick, paste-like liquid.

It carried a strange, unpleasant smell that Yu Yiman had never encountered before.