It seems she eventually married an old eunuch.
Thinking of her memories from her past life, and looking at her now, as beautiful as a flower, a pang of sympathy suddenly welled up in her heart.
"Oh, I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Miss Wang." She wanted to help this woman.
"Miss Chen, do you remember me?"
"Was that poem about lotus flowers written by Miss Wang just now?"
What was originally just a few simple words drew everyone's attention.
Just now, Chen Xin deliberately took the poems they wrote to Chen Siyuan to humiliate her. The final result was somewhat unexpected. In just a glance, how did Chen Siyuan know that the poem was written by Wang Yuyan?
"Rising from the mud yet remaining unstained, washed by clear ripples yet not becoming seductive—such beautiful lines, I think everyone who sees them will never forget them." Clearly, someone like Chen Xin, who is deliberately suppressing and forgetting, cannot be considered human.
"Rising from the mud yet remaining unstained, washed by clear ripples yet not becoming seductive?"
"I didn't see that sentence," someone next to me asked.
"Yes, I didn't see it either."
Wang Yuyan blushed slightly upon receiving affirmation. "This poem was indeed written by me. It's not very good, perhaps..."
"Miss Wang is too modest." Chen Siyuan gave her an appreciative look.
A harmonious atmosphere began, but Chen Xin stood in the way outside.
Chen Xin stood there awkwardly, with no one to stand up for her. In the end, she could only go to the table next to the concubine's daughter.
The moment I sat down, seeing everyone bowing their heads in humility, I felt even more disgusted.
What are these people doing here on such an important day? What are these lowly women doing here?
That's so embarrassing.
What's even more infuriating is that she was also sitting at this table, and suddenly felt incredibly pathetic.
She was unaware that the colorful dress she had bought at great expense was the same one worn by Chen Siyuan. What was even more infuriating was that, in comparison, her colorful dress paled in comparison.
I was already angry, and then I was outdone in poetry. Now I even have to eat at this table, which makes me even more resentful.
Why should that bitch Chen Siyuan get all the attention? Why should she get all the best things?
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