Perhaps because of this comparison, the young girls' methods and words seemed less sophisticated, and naturally they wouldn't force her into the same predicament as in her previous life.
Moreover... she glanced at the noble ladies around her, who were drinking tea with dark faces, and no matter how she looked at it, it was clear that she was the one who was bullying them more.
She smiled happily, found a quiet spot, and sat down to admire the flowers.
Behind her, Qinluo, the maid sent by Xiao Wan to help her deal with the situation, secretly watched her. Her face remained calm, but she couldn't help but think to herself, "This Miss Zhu is really amazing."
Last time she went to the Jin family with the madam, the Jin family’s youngest daughter, who had been raised in Chaoping for more than ten years, was brought back. She was also ridiculed by these noble ladies and gentlemen, but she had no power to talk back. She looked like she was about to cry from anger.
But Miss Zhu was different; she almost made those young ladies cry with anger. She was so impressive.
After a while, Zhu Jiayu had some peace and quiet. Then, three or five young ladies from less privileged backgrounds came to the pavilion to talk to her. They were very friendly and would occasionally ask her about the local customs and culture of Suiping Heling. They would also occasionally tell her about the family backgrounds and character of several famous young ladies in Yujing.
They genuinely wanted to please Zhu Jiayu.
Even if Zhu Jiayu was down on her luck, she still had an aunt with an outstanding status and even more outstanding methods to support her. They, on the other hand, had nothing. So they thought that it would be a good thing to befriend this Miss Zhu who had just arrived in Yujing.
Moreover, this Miss Zhu looks so pitiful. Today is clearly her family reunion banquet, yet she is being targeted by many noble ladies.
Thinking of this, a girl named Lin Yulou said to Zhu Jiayu, "Some young ladies in the capital have formed poetry clubs. Miss Zhu, would you like to join our Qingzhou Poetry Club? We can compose poems, travel around lakes and climb mountains. Although it may not be of great use, it can help pass the time."
Zhu Jiayu politely declined her offer: "I'd better not. I'm not very talented and I'm not good at writing poetry."
How can you manage if you can't write poetry?
Even without an outstanding family background or appearance, a person with talent can still stand out and gain a place in Yujing City.
But if you have no talent, isn't that just telling others that you're a good-for-nothing?
Lin Yulou thought for a moment, then took out the poems he always carried with him from his sleeve and handed them to Zhu Jiayu, saying, "Miss Zhu, you are too modest. These are some of my poems. Please accept them and give me some pointers when you have time."
Although she said that, it was obvious to everyone that she was giving Zhu Jiayu a way out. Asking for her guidance was a pretense; her real intention was to let her observe and learn in private.
After all, Lin Yulou has always been known for her talent in Yujing, and Zhu Jiayu probably doesn't have the ability to guide her.
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