Why are you glaring at me?
Just as the emperor was starting to feel better, Chuanwen's voice came again, but he didn't know who she was talking about.
Chuanwen was eating when he inadvertently looked up and made eye contact with a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen. He was then glared at.
Although the old lady of Changxing Marquis and the Empress were chatting, they were both very observant. After hearing Chuanwen's thoughts, they followed her gaze and found that she was looking at Wei Zihan, the youngest daughter of the Duchess Wei.
Wei Zihan couldn't hear Chuanwen's thoughts. Seeing that Chuanwen still dared to look directly at her, she glared even more fiercely, with disdain in her eyes. She was just a country bumpkin who dared to look directly at her!
Lady Wei, who could hear Chuanwen's thoughts, saw her daughter glaring at Chuanwen and put her hand under the table to tug at her younger daughter's clothes, whispering, "Don't look around."
Clearly, Wei Zihan was not an obedient child, and it was also clear that she did not intend to let Chuanwen off easily. In her eyes, Chuanwen was nothing more than a petty person who had gained power. Despite being a country bumpkin, she was able to sit on equal footing with them, and even had more favor with the Empress than they did. As soon as she arrived, she was pulled by the Empress to sit next to her.
"Today is a joyous occasion, but just eating would be a bit dull. How about we compose a poem to liven things up?"
As she spoke, she would occasionally glance at Chuanwen. Chuanwen thought: [Is she trying to make things difficult for me?]
The Duchess wanted to stop it, but several others had already chimed in. They didn't mean to make things difficult for anyone, but rather to take this opportunity to let their daughters shine. Even if they weren't sure if the Empress would choose them as the Crown Princess, just being praised by the Empress and gaining a reputation as a talented woman would be a good thing.
“Alright, let’s use the character ‘year’ as our theme,” she said, looking around at everyone before finally focusing her gaze on Chuanwen. “Let’s have Miss Chuanwen go first.”
[Heh, you're clearly up to no good! But I, this great one, have inherited the flame of civilization from the mighty Chinese nation. A few lines of my own can easily earn me a place in history. When it comes to poetry, I'm afraid my victory will be too spectacular! Alas, who can understand the loneliness of being invincible?]
Chuanwen's mind was already filled with a famous scene from a TV series she'd seen: the protagonist, holding wine, wielding a brush, astonishing everyone present. Of course, she couldn't possibly be as unrestrained as that character, spitting in their faces.
The women present who could hear Chuanwen's inner thoughts were embarrassed by his confidence, especially the old lady of Changxing Marquis. "Um... who's that next to me? I don't recognize him."
The emperor and his officials outside also looked at Marquis Changxing with smiles on their faces, as if to say, "Marquis Changxing, your granddaughter is too shameless! 'This old man' and 'Invincible Loneliness' are just too ridiculous! Hahaha!"
Marquis Changxing blushed deeply and buried his head in his wine, unable to face anyone.
"What's so interesting about writing poetry? Let's try something else."
Inside, Chuanwen put down his chopsticks and straightened his posture.
[Luckily, I've read a lot of novels, so I know that in scenes like this, the villainous female supporting character has to play her part. Being dragged out for a spin, hehe, I'm here ready to put on a show!]
"What new way to play?"
Wei Zihan asked in confusion, and the others also looked at Chuanwen with curiosity. Some were curious about what new game she was going to play, and some were curious about what program she had prepared.
"Everyone should perform a program. If you want to write a poem, write a poem; if you want to sing, sing; if you want to dance, dance. It's all for fun, so just do what you're best at."
As Chuan Wen spoke, Wei Zihan pursed her lips, thinking, "Isn't it just that he doesn't want to write poetry? Why make up so many excuses?"
Just as he was about to say something, Chuanwen said, "I'll perform a magic trick for everyone."
"magic?"
Everyone looked at Chuanwen with curiosity. Was it one of those illusions performed on the street?
Under everyone's curious gaze, Chuanwen took out a piece of paper from her sleeve, then lit it on fire. While everyone was puzzled as to what she was going to do, she quickly ran her hand through the burning paper, and the fire and paper disappeared in her palm, instantly transforming into a delicate and beautiful red rose.
To everyone's surprise, Chuanwen presented the red roses to the Empress and sweetly offered a blessing, which pleased the Empress, who praised Chuanwen for her skillful hands and sweet words.
Seeing this, Wei Zihan gritted her teeth secretly, cursing in her heart that Chuanwen, that wild girl, only knew how to be clever.
Inside, Chuanwen's magic trick piqued everyone's interest, while the emperor and ministers outside exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what kind of performance Chuanwen was putting on.
The happier they are inside, the more eager people outside are to find out.
With Chuanwen as a foundation, the noble ladies' performances became more unconventional. Some sang, some danced, and one even played the clapperboard, although it was unclear why she brought the clapperboard to the palace banquet.
The message reads: "Either they have a deep love for clapper talk, or they, like me, prepared their performance in advance."
But looking at the expression on the noblewoman's mother's face was quite amusing, and then at the noblewoman herself, she seemed rather cheerful. Everyone was very supportive, laughing happily, and the noblewoman even received praise from the Empress.
Upon seeing this, the noblewoman's mother smiled. After thinking about it, she felt relieved. Playing the clapper was better than making her daughter compose a poem. Otherwise, she would stammer and be unable to speak. It was better to play the clapper.
Not only did this noble lady cast a grateful glance at Chuanwen, but many others who were not good at poetry also found Chuanwen more pleasing to the eye than before.
Of course, there were also poets, some good and some mediocre. Those who wrote mediocre poems secretly cast envious glances at those who wrote good ones, while the latter became smug. Among them was Wei Zihan, who, after being praised for his good poems, looked down on Chuanwen.
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