Fill it with all the calculations..."
"Enough!" Liu screamed and stepped forward, knocking over the inkstone. The dark ink splashed out, splashing all over Shen Ruoruo, making her scream. Shen Weiwan took the opportunity to jump back, covering her mouth and exclaiming: "Oh! What's wrong with my aunt? Is she angry because of the poem?"
Xiao Yu quickly protected Shen Weiwan behind him, his dark pupils icy as he stared coldly at Liu: "What does Madam Liu mean? A good poetry gathering is going to turn into an ink-splashing event?"
Liu saw the undisguised disgust in the Seventh Prince's eyes, and caught a glimpse of the contemptuous looks from the surrounding noble ladies. Her legs softened, and she knelt with a plop. The pearl hairpins in her hair bun fell to the ground. "Your Highness, please forgive me! I...I lost my manners for a moment. I hope Your Highness and Madam Taifu will forgive me!"
Madam Taifu frowned and waved her hand impatiently, "Let's end today's poetry gathering here. Madam Liu, take Ruorou back first and reflect on your actions."
Liu, as if granted amnesty, scrambled to her feet, dragging the sobbing Shen Ruorou out. Shen Ruorou's skirt was stained with ink, her hair disheveled, and she had lost all trace of her former gentleness. She looked like a quail drenched in rain. Wang Lang followed dejectedly, and when he reached the moon-shaped gate, Shen Weiwan called out, "Young Master Wang, take care! Remember to go back and drink tea from the chamber pot often to cool off your sour temper!"
Shen Weiwan finally breathed a sigh of relief when the Liu family completely disappeared, but someone gently pinched her back. She turned around and met Xiao Yu's half-smiled eyes: "You're getting bolder and bolder. You even dare to write 'shit bucket'. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
"Who asked them to force me to do this!" Shen Weiwan slapped his hand away, and suddenly remembered something, squinting at him, "By the way, why did you send me the duck legs at the right time? Could it be that you have a clairvoyant eye on me?"
Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at his waist: "I'm worried you're hungry." He paused, then suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "I'm holding a lotus banquet at my house tomorrow, would you like to come?"
Shen Weiwan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly took a half step back, her eyes rolling around: "Heyan? Do you have roast duck?"
"Enough." Xiao Yu's lips curved into a gentle arc, "Wrapped in lotus leaves and grilled, I guarantee you've never tasted it before."
"Then I'll go with all my might!" Shen Weiwan raised her chin, trying to pretend she didn't care, but her ears were quietly red. She turned around and called Chuntao, "Let's go, let's go back home and apply some facial mask. You just smiled so hard that your face is stiff!"
The setting sun stretched her figure out into the distance. Chuntao followed behind her, shaking her head and muttering softly, "Miss, your face changes faster than the Sichuan Opera..."
Xiao Yu stood in the middle of the waterside pavilion, watching Shen Weiwan's back as she skipped away, the smile on his lips growing deeper and deeper. Mo Shu whispered a warning: "Your Highness, I'm afraid the Liu family won't let this go."
"That's perfect," Xiao Yu played with the jade pendant on his waist. There was a crooked duck engraved on it. It was a random drawing that Chen Weiwan had given him last time. "I want to see which toilet they can pull out another 'elegant object' to make things difficult for me."
Meanwhile, the main hall of the Liu Mansion was in shambles. Liu swept the entire tea set to the floor, scattering blue and white porcelain fragments everywhere. "Chen Weiwan! I'll definitely show you how powerful I am!" Shen Ruoruo cried, pointing at the ink stains all over her body. "Mother, she has the Seventh Prince's support now. How can we possibly defeat her?"
Liu's eyes were fierce, and she grabbed the hairpin on the table and threw it to the ground: "Can't beat him? Your uncle is the Minister of Rites! Tomorrow I will go to him and ask him to invite a literary giant to expose the true face of Shen Weiwan's idiot in front of the emperor! I don't believe that she can make a flower out of a 'toilet'!"
As the night deepened, lanterns in the general's mansion began to light up one after another. Chen Weiwan was chewing on Chuntao's freshly cut honeydew melon when she suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her nose, looked out the window at the bright moonlight, and muttered, "Who's talking about me? Could it be that old hag Liu is up to no good again?"
Chun Tao brought some warm water and said worriedly, "Miss, there's the Seventh Prince's Lotus Banquet tomorrow..."
"What are you afraid of!" Chen Weiwan wiped her mouth, a sly look flashing in her eyes. "If the enemy comes, we will stop him with our generals. If the water comes, we will block it with earth. If she dares to bring up a literary giant, I will dare to write 'toilet' as a flower! Besides," she thought of Xiao Yu's gentle eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously. "Isn't there the Seventh Prince backing me up? His sweet-scented osmanthus duck is quite delicious. It won't be a loss if I eat a few more meals!"
Chun Tao sighed helplessly at her young lady's heartless expression. Little did she know, a greater turmoil was quietly brewing in the capital, and that Shen Weiwan's reputation as a "mudslide in the poetry world" would soon reach the ears of the emperor, along with Liu's conspiracy...
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