Yun Wenting took the servant away. After Yun Wenting left, Qiu Yun also said goodbye and left.
When everyone returned to the peach forest that afternoon, neither the old princess nor Xiao Wei and her daughter had arrived. The girls from Yanbei's more prominent families had already made their appearances that morning, so it wasn't considered rude for the old princess to only appear for half a day. This was also why the girls from the Ren family were excited about being ranked first in the competition; those who appeared first would receive more attention.
Ren Yaoyin was surprised when Wu Yiyu stopped her on the way to the bathroom.
"Ms. Wu, what are you doing?"
Wu Yiyu looked down at Ren Yaoyin with a cold expression. "I asked about you after I got home yesterday. I heard that Young Master Yun saved you once, and you met him several times after that."
The smile on Ren Yaoyin's face faltered, and then her expression turned cold. She suppressed her anger and said, "Miss Wu, what do you mean? I've never met a man outside my family in private, and the few times I've met Young Master Yun were just coincidences in public! Where do you put my reputation with these words?"
Wu Yiyu, however, didn't buy it at all. She curled her lips in a cold smile, with a hint of contempt: "Don't try to act pretentiously in front of me! Reputation? How much is your reputation worth?"
As she spoke, Wu Yiyu took out a crumpled piece of paper from her sleeve and threw it at Ren Yaoyin's face. Ren Yaoyin subconsciously caught it and was about to get angry, but when she saw the contents on the paper, she froze.
Ren Yaoyin recognized the piece of paper; it was the poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" she had composed in public that morning. Knowing her calligraphy and painting skills couldn't compare to Ren Yaoqi's, she put extra effort into her poetry and songs. After she finished her poem, it had indeed received praise from several ladies, and even the princess praised her.
Wu Yiyu watched her coldly as she slowly smoothed out the paper, and sneered, "What? You have nothing to say?"
Ren Yaoyin said coldly: "Miss Wu, what do you want to hear from me?"
Wu Yiyu approached her and whispered in her ear, "Don't think I don't know. Yun Wenting once wrote a poem lamenting the difficulty of finding a soulmate, and every line of your 'Die Lian Hua' is a response to that poem. What do you want to do? Express your admiration in this way?"
Wu Yiyu's voice was low and cold, but Ren Yaoyin felt a trembling sensation as if a poisonous snake was spitting apricots in her ears. Her expression changed instantly: "You..."
Ren Yaoyin didn't know how Wu Yiyu knew about Yun Wenting's poem. She found the poem sandwiched between a book when she borrowed it from Yun Qiuchen in Yunyang City last year.
She was very familiar with Yun Wenting's handwriting, so she recognized it immediately. Later, Ren Yaoyin secretly tested Yun Qiuchen, but Yun Qiuchen was unaware of the slip of paper stuck in the book. She assumed Yun Wenting had filled it out one day and slipped it in. She didn't know why the book ended up in Yun Qiuchen's hands and he lent it to her.
For a talented scholar like Young Master Yun, who is extremely famous in Yanbei and sought after everywhere, every new work of his would be circulated for people to appreciate and comment on as soon as possible. Yun Qiuchen is familiar with all the poems written by Yun Wenting, but she remembers that this poem was not circulated outside.
So Ren Yaoyin regarded it as an unexpected fate between herself and Yun Wenting. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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