Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Qingyao was so angry that her face turned blue. Feng Yingying looked stupid, but she knew how to use such insidious means. She really underestimated her!

Naturally, she gave up the idea of ​​going to Feng Yingying to greet her. The beautiful jade in her hand was like a hot potato burning her. She estimated that Princess Roujia would soon find out that the jade was missing. What should she do?

The best way now is to divert the trouble away!

Xie Qingyao glanced around. When she looked at Xie Qingqi, Xie Qingqi also turned her head to look at her. She quickly forced a smile and said softly, "Sister Qi'er, the Hu Xuan dance on the stage is really beautiful. Those Hu girls are dressed so boldly..."

Xie Qingqi gave a mocking smile and said disdainfully, "You're surprised by something you haven't seen before!" Then she turned around and continued to enjoy the dance.

Xie Qingyao turned to the other side and saw Xie Qingman with her head bowed deeply. She seemed to be sobbing softly, and she would secretly wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief from time to time.

Xie Qingyao curled her lips into a smile, secretly apologizing to Sister Maner. She quickly reached out and tucked the beautiful jade under the hem of Xie Qingman's skirt. She patted Xie Qingman's shoulder and said softly, "Sister Maner, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Qingman was so frightened that she got goose bumps all over her body. She raised her red eyes and looked at Xie Qingyao, and said in a trembling voice: "Yao, Sister Yao'er, what's the matter?"

Xie Qingyao showed a doting smile. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of Xie Qingman's eyes. She sighed and said, "I'm fine. I'm just concerned about my sister Man'er! Don't cry, my sister Man'er. Your makeup is all ruined!"

Xie Qingman nodded slightly, but she was extremely confused in her heart. Xie Qingyao was definitely not that kind of warm and good sister. What did she mean?

Suddenly, the sound of stringed instruments on the stage stopped, and the Hu girls stopped their performance and quickly retreated.

The eldest princess tapped the table lightly and chuckled, "Everyone, the poetry evaluation results are out."

The guests who had left quickly returned to their seats, and everyone turned their eyes to the eldest princess.

The princess turned her gaze towards the male guests and said, "Now I will announce the results of the men's group."

She paused slightly and said aloud, "The winner is the Third Prince, followed by Prince Zhao of the Xuanyi Marquisate, and then the Second Prince. The rest of the outstanding candidates are..."

The maids quickly handed the corresponding prizes to the winners, causing a commotion in the men's area.

All the noble ladies looked at the third prince with burning eyes. The third prince was handsome, knowledgeable, and well-known for his virtue. Now he only had a few concubines in his house, and the positions of wife and concubine were still vacant!

The third prince has always been the object of admiration of the noble ladies in the capital, and is also the golden son-in-law favored by the ladies of various families.

Xie Qingyao looked at the Third Prince from afar. Although the Third Prince's appearance was not as good as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's, there was no news from Xie Qingrou now, and no one could change the future. So the Third Prince must be the future Emperor. In this case, the Third Prince was a better choice than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Moreover, when she obtains Xie Qingli's Phoenix Fate, she and the Third Prince will be the noble Phoenix and the true Dragon Emperor, a match made in heaven!

The princess waited until the discussion died down before she smiled and said, "Now, Sang Jijiu will announce the results of the women's group."

Sang Jijiu stood up and said slowly, "I will announce the second and third place first, and leave Kui first as a suspense!"

He cleared his throat and said aloud, "The second place winner is Hu Chan, the eldest daughter of the Grand Secretary's Mansion. The third place winner is Xie Qingyao, the second daughter of the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion. The other outstanding candidates are..."

Xie Qingyao was ecstatic when she heard this. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She clasped her hands together, trying hard to suppress her pounding heart and boiling blood.

After a while, the prize for the third place was delivered to Xie Qingyao, which was a pair of white jade bracelets with bat patterns.

Xie Qingyao took the bracelet with slightly trembling hands, and a voice in her heart kept repeating: I succeeded, I succeeded, I am one step closer to that position!

Sang Jijiu waited until the noise in the banquet hall gradually died down before he said loudly, "The first prize for women is this poem in my hand. In fact, this poem is the best poem of the whole audience today. After reading it, I feel a little ashamed of myself!"

The banquet hall erupted in discussion, and the noble ladies looked at each other in bewilderment. There was actually such a talented woman among them?!

The Second Prince looked eagerly at the piece of paper in Sang Jijiu's hand, eager to take it and find out what it contained. He asked anxiously, "Sang Jijiu, who wrote this poem?"

Sang Jijiu stroked his beard and said calmly, "It's a pity that the poet didn't sign his name!"

Everyone was shocked. Why would someone create such a masterpiece but not leave their name?!

Sang Jijiu waved the poem in his hand towards the female guest and said aloud, "This poem is called "Ode to Autumn". Please come and claim it!"

After waiting for a few moments, no one stood up, so Sang Jijiu had no choice but to repeat what he had just said.

At this moment, Xie Qingli came in with Xie Qingrong. She said in a loud voice: "Sang Jijiu, I wrote this poem."

Everyone looked towards the door curiously. When the Second Prince saw the lavender figure, he was convinced that this was the woman in the garden today! He was so excited that he almost jumped up.

Before anyone could react, Xie Qingyao's eyes widened in shock, and she exclaimed, "Impossible! You clearly handed in a blank paper!"

Xie Qingli glanced at Xie Qingyao coldly and said indifferently, "Sister Yao'er, when did I ever say I handed in a blank paper? That was just Sister Yao'er's wishful thinking!"

"You..." Xie Qingyao thought carefully and realized that Xie Qingli did not admit or deny it at that time.

Princess Roujia suddenly stood up and shouted, "Impossible! I don't believe it! You're just a wild girl who came back from the countryside. You're claiming someone else's poem!"

Xie Qingli curled his lips slightly and said softly, "Princess, the countryside is not what you imagine. Every place is barren, barren, and crude, and everyone is an illiterate peasant!"

"Most rural people work hard in the fields, winter and summer, and are diligent and kind. It is because of their hard work that we have food to eat and clothes to wear."

The princess couldn't bear to see Xie Qingli educating Princess Roujia like this, and asked coldly, "How did you learn to read and write poetry?"

Xie Qingli's eyes flickered as she curled her lips in a smile and said, "Princess, there's a failed scholar in the village where I live. He was talented but not appreciated. He took the exams many times but never passed. He was a little disheartened and became a teacher in the village."

"In my spare time, I often eavesdropped on the teacher's lectures. After a while, I learned a few words. Thanks to the teacher, I didn't grow up to be an illiterate person!"

Xie Qingli had a smile in her eyes, but felt a little sad in her heart. She was originally an illiterate village girl, but suddenly she could read and write, all because she inherited Lu Li's memory. Lu Li was an absolutely talented woman. Her father, Lu Xiuzhan, was the prefect of Lingzhou, and also a learned and talented scholar!

The eldest princess narrowed her eyes slightly, still not believing Xie Qingli. She said in a deep voice, "You said it was your poem, can you read it in public?"