Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 1029 - 1018: The Ever-Victorious General

"If the first two lines reveal the situation of the plum blossoms, the latter two speak of their nobility."

"’From afar, I know it is not snow, only the subtle fragrance comes.’ The words ’from afar’ indicate that the fragrance drifts over from a distance—faint and not obvious, yet impossible to ignore. ’Not snow’ alludes to the purity and whiteness of the plum blossoms, with the poetic meaning being intricate and suggestive, leaving much to ponder. ’Subtle fragrance’ refers to the scent of the plum blossoms, personifying the plum, blooming resolutely in the cold, symbolizing a noble character, with its subtle fragrance permeating, representing overflowing talent. High, truly high!"

The two commentators were well-known talented men in the capital; one was the top scorer of the Golden Science exam, and the other, though never having taken the imperial examination, was a disciple of a great scholar. Ordinarily, if someone gained the approval of even one of them, it would be an immense honor, let alone both at the same time!

At this moment, Shang Wenjun’s face grew paler; her mind went blank, unable to believe that those two poems were composed by Ye Qiu.

"Mr. Du, have you seen the form of the second poem anywhere?"

"No, but although the pairing is not precise, it has a unique charm."

"I think so too. From now on, I believe a new form has emerged in our poetry circles."

Du Ruohai showed a look of fascination, murmuring as he recited: "By the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely and ownerless it blooms. Already at dusk, solitary and grieving, the cold wind and rain unceasingly beat upon it.

"It does not wish to vie for spring’s splendor, letting the other flowers envy its purity and injure it. Though it falls to the ground, reduced to dust and dirt, its fragrance remains as before."

After Du Ruohai recited, Wen Yizhi was beside, quietly annotating, then cast a peculiar glance at the women in the garden showing either embarrassment, discontent, or jealousy, suddenly understanding Ye Qiu’s intention.

He shook his head and sighed, "To think after all these years of study, we are surpassed by a young lady who has been practicing martial arts, seeing this situation today, I am speechless. Your Highness, please forgive this commoner for taking his leave."

Though his words were spoken obscurely, everyone understood his meaning, and the women in the courtyard felt even more ashamed.

Their faces turned a mix of pale and flushed, feeling deep-rooted hatred towards Ye Qiu.

Yet at the same time, some women also turned their hatred towards Shang Wenjun and Yu Rou. If it hadn’t been for Shang Wenjun’s claim that Ye Qiu couldn’t write poetry, and later for Yu Rou’s open and hidden sarcasm, would Ye Qiu have been so angry? Would she have written two poems to mock them?

After today, once these two poems spread, what face would they have to stand in the capital? Wouldn’t they become, in others’ eyes, jealous and petty-minded women? Whose son would still propose to them?

Some women considered the long-term consequences, their faces even paler, gritting their teeth, saying, "Lady Shang, today Miss Ye has been wronged; I don’t wish to condone this either. On another day, I will personally visit to apologize. Today, I am not feeling well, so I’ll take my leave first."

The speaker was the legitimate granddaughter of Prince Duan. Although Prince Duan was a non-hereditary prince, this woman, unlike Tong Yingxin, had no title, but she feared no one. Just because her grandfather was still alive and had assisted the late Emperor with distinguished service and retired with honor, she remained deeply favored.

What if Shang Wenjun was the Prime Minister’s daughter? The Prime Minister couldn’t control a prince, so offending Shang Wenjun today was no issue, compared to ruining her reputation.

Seeing this, the other women felt both envious and resentful, yet they dared not leave so brazenly.

However, with her leading, those sharp-minded quickly stepped forward to pay respects to the Crown Prince, "When did Your Highness arrive? Please do come in and have a seat."

"No need," the Crown Prince replied coldly, not even glancing at Shang Wenjun.

Shang Wenjun’s eyes welled with tears, but she held back her emotions.

"General Ye was conferred the title of First-rank Marquis by Father Emperor himself, having rendered distinguished services for our dynasty. I hope all young ladies present understand this. Of course, if anyone can, like General Ye, slay Zha Bu and capture a city for our dynasty, you may freely scold me to my face."

He had heard everything, every single word!

Yu Rou and Shang Wenjun felt weak, unsure of what to do.

Shang Wenjun glared fiercely at Yu Rou leaning against her. If it weren’t for Yu Rou’s wild words, why would she be involved in this mess? Why would she be despised by the Crown Prince?

And as for Ye Qiu, she gave not the slightest face!

"Yingxin," the Crown Prince continued, turning to his cousin.

"You are a Commandery Princess, representing the Imperial Family’s dignity; think carefully before speaking and acting. And the things Imperial Grandmother rewarded you with—how could you casually use them as stakes in a contest? After you return, I will report to Imperial Grandmother and have her choose two new nannies for you."

Tong Yingxin’s face turned pale at these words, understanding what they implied. Didn’t this mean her manners were inadequate? Though she was a Commandery Princess with royal blood and would not be punished, her former nannies surely wouldn’t remain unscathed.

Ye Qiu!

She ground her teeth silently, her gaze fierce, showing she hated Ye Qiu to the core.

She’d lost face and now even incited the Crown Prince’s displeasure—all because of Ye Qiu! All because of her! Why did she have to write such poems?

If it weren’t for these two poems, they wouldn’t have attracted the attention of the two talented men and the Crown Prince, nor would the situation have escalated so greatly.

She had inquired; she’d heard Ye Qiu loved martial arts from a young age—when did she learn poetry?

Tong Yingxin refused to believe, refused to believe to her death, that these two poems were composed by Ye Qiu—Shang Wenjun felt the same.

But what could their disbelief change? No one had ever heard these two poems before, and they matched today’s scenario so well. With the praise from two great talents, no one else doubted them but them.

"Did she really say that?" Back at the Imperial Palace, the Crown Prince was naturally summoned by the Emperor.

"Yes, she did, Father Emperor."

The old Emperor squinted, "Though she is arrogant, her words weren’t wrong. How coarse and foul-mouthed for the legitimate daughter of the imperial tutor—she ignores who I, the Emperor, personally named a First-rank Marquis beneath!"

The Crown Prince remained silent, after all, the imperial tutor had taught him for many years.

"Since Grandmaster Yu couldn’t even properly teach his daughter, how can he teach you? Starting today, Father Emperor will assign you a new imperial tutor." The old Emperor, with a single word, sealed the fate of Grandmaster Yu’s family.

"Thank you, Father Emperor," the Crown Prince bowed, expressing gratitude.

Meanwhile, Yu Rou, having just arrived home, had no idea her behavior and demeanor that day directly led to her father’s dismissal. She didn’t know whether, once the imperial decree arrived, she’d have any thoughts left for plotting against Ye Qiu.