"Yes, Your Highness." Mo Shu responded while suppressing his smile. He looked at his own prince playing with the handkerchief and smiling like a child who had stolen candy, completely losing his usual noble appearance.
Elsewhere, Shen Weiwan ran back to the General's Mansion breathlessly, her chest still heaving violently. Chun Tao finally caught up with her, panting and laughing, "Miss, why are you running? His Highness the Seventh Prince..."
"Shut up!" Shen Weiwan covered her ears, the blush on her cheeks still lingering. "If you mention that lecher again, I'll marry you off to Wang Lang as his concubine!"
Chun Tao stuck out her tongue in fear and quickly changed the subject: "Miss, the old housekeeper just said that Minister Liu sent someone with an invitation, saying that he would hold a banquet at his mansion in three days, and specially invited you to come over to 'examine poetry skills'."
Upon hearing this, Shen Weiwan stopped in her tracks, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the gorgeous sunset in the sky. A hint of a provocative smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She reached out and touched the broken hair on her temples, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus duck still lingering on her fingertips. "Oh? Minister Liu is not convinced and wants to find a fight?" She pinched her chin, a sly glint in her eyes. "Chun Tao, go get my Duan inkstone and wolf-hair brush."
"Miss, are you going to write another weird poem?" Chuntao covered her mouth and laughed.
"Nonsense!" Shen Weiwan glared at her, but couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth, "This time, I want to write an 'elegant poem', the kind that can make Minister Liu so angry that he recites the Book of Filial Piety on the spot!"
In the setting sun, Shen Weiwan's shadow stretched far out, clutching a half-eaten duck bone. The capital was about to stir up another major commotion over her devious wits. Meanwhile, in the Seventh Prince's residence, Xiao Yu smirked at the handkerchief depicting a "duck holding a jade dragon pendant," unaware even of the personal eunuch's arrival to report an important matter. This clash of poetic talent and political scheming had only just begun.
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