When it comes to being diligent and conscientious, she feels inferior.
After a peaceful day, Xu Nian hurriedly went home after class.
She told Xu's father and then locked herself in her room and didn't come out again.
When Ye Lin arrived, he saw Xu Nian still writing furiously. He went over to take a look and was amazed by what she had written.
Each of those poems and lyrics, each of those masterpieces, could cause a great stir if taken out individually, let alone so many of them gathered together at the same time.
Ye Lin was so engrossed in reading that he didn't even notice when Xu Nian stopped writing.
"Ye Lin, I need your help." Xu Nian's voice woke Ye Lin up.
He shifted his gaze from the paper in his hand to Xu Nian.
His gaze held both admiration and deep respect.
Seeing him looking at her like that, Xu Nian realized that Ye Lin had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "These poems were not written by me. You see, they all have their own sources."
Ye Lin followed Xu Nian's finger and saw that, sure enough, each poem had the author's signature.
"Ye Lin, these poems are treasures. They shouldn't be buried, much less used for personal gain. Can you help me?" Xu Nian pleaded with Ye Lin.
The reason she chose to ask Ye Lin for help was not only because she trusted him, but more importantly, because his status made him more suitable for the task.
He was a prince, and could command the six ministries. In just two or three days, these poems could be mass-produced through printing.
Without these poems, Qu Nuannuan would lose the opportunity to shine, but she could also continue to remain hidden.
"Niannian, are you saying someone is planning to use these poems for personal gain?" Ye Lin's expression changed slightly.
These poems have never been published. If someone were to write them down and claim them as their own, they would undoubtedly gain both fame and fortune.
"Yes," Xu Nian nodded.
The moment Xu Nian nodded, Ye Lin thought of someone: Qu Nuannuan, who had specifically asked to see him at Yunxifang.
The poems she recited in Yunxifang were actually among the poems copied by Xu Nian.
Moreover, if he remembered correctly, his subordinates had told him that Qu Nuannuan had publicly claimed that the poem was written by her.
Could this Qu Nuannuan be the person Nian Nian was talking about who wanted to use poetry for personal gain?
"Niannian, I have a question. Where did you learn about these poems?" Ye Lin stared at Xu Nian with a probing gaze, his mind racing.
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