Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

At this moment, the daughter of Minister Huang was about to explode in anger, but when she lowered her head and saw what he had written, the rebuke she was about to say was instantly swallowed back. She couldn't help but whisper, "A sword's sharpness is forged from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold..." Though her voice was soft, it was like a spring breeze that blew into the hearts of everyone present, lifting their spirits.

The noble ladies and rich girls who were still busy writing around stopped writing when they heard the noise and gathered around curiously.

When they saw that the person writing intently was actually dressed as a maid, they were all surprised. However, when their eyes moved to the paper and saw the exquisite poems one after another, their contempt immediately disappeared.

Then, a second poem about wine again captivated everyone: "I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three." Though the calligraphy was unappealing, the poetic meaning it contained was as intoxicating as a fine wine, leaving the audience captivated. The women present were forced to cast a different, admiring glance at this seemingly ordinary servant.

The princess, who had originally had a kind expression on her face, suddenly changed color. Her dignified and beautiful face instantly became gloomy. She clutched the handkerchief tightly, with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to tear it apart.

She was secretly annoyed in her heart and said, "What kind of family is so unruly that they actually sent such an ignorant maid here!" However, despite her inner anger, the princess still took her own status and image into consideration and did not want to lose her manners in front of so many famous ladies.

At this moment, the princess suppressed her anger and said slowly: "I didn't expect this maid to be so talented. Well, just copy a copy of what she wrote and send it to the front hall." As soon as these words came out, everyone present praised the princess's magnanimity and cast admiring glances at her.

Meanwhile, An Jing stood by with a delighted heart, quietly awaiting her own moment of glory. She was completely immersed in the impending glory, not noticing that a maidservant was missing from the Second Princess's side.

When the prince, accompanied by the elegant and imposing young masters from the front hall, hurried over to search for the woman who had composed such a shocking poem, each face was filled with unconcealed excitement and curiosity. As soon as they entered the back garden, their gazes swept across the crowd like torches, finally settling on the princess, seated at the head of the table.

The prince said to the princess with a smile on his face: "Princess, which lady from a noble family wrote such a famous sentence? She even forgot to leave her signature!" His tone was full of admiration and confusion, and he was obviously very interested in the identity of this mysterious talented woman.

However, before the princess could reply, An Jing, who had been standing silently in the crowd, suddenly stepped out. After a slight bow, she said softly, "I, An Jing, just scribbled two short poems. They are hardly worthy of formal presentation. I apologize for causing the prince and the other gentlemen to laugh."

After saying that, she raised her head, and her beautiful eyes naturally fell on the young man with extraordinary temperament, as elegant as a jade tree.

At this moment, An Jing was secretly certain that the handsome man before her must be the hero in the story, and that he would soon become her destined husband. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought, and her heart pounded, but she still tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

At this moment, a civil official who loved to join in the fun and was not afraid of trouble suddenly interrupted in a sarcastic tone: "Wow, I didn't expect that a little maid in the prince's mansion could have such talent! It's a pity... this name seems a bit inappropriate." As he spoke, his eyes moved back and forth between An Jing and the third princess next to the princess with ill intent.

As soon as the words fell, the Third Princess's housekeeper, receiving secret instructions from Nalan Rongruo, took a step forward with a fierce look, raised her palm, and slapped An Jing fiercely. With a crisp "slap", the slap landed firmly on An Jing's delicate and fair face.

Because the opponent used too much force, An Jing was hit so hard that her body swayed and she almost fell to the ground. A clearly visible bright red palm print instantly appeared on her originally pretty face, and even a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, the entire scene was unusually quiet, yet no one stood up to accuse the matron. Everyone simply watched the scene unfolding before their eyes with apathy, as if it had nothing to do with them.

And just now, the prince, whose eyes were originally shining and who admired An Jing, was now frequently communicating with his wife beside him with his eyes, as if he wanted to confirm again whether those beautiful poems were written by this maid.

An Jing covered her slapped cheek with one hand, and placed the other on her waist. She angrily shouted at the housekeeper, "You ungrateful old servant, how dare you hit me! The prince just praised me for my talent. Didn't you hear that?"

"You bold and lowly maid, stop talking nonsense here! How could such exquisite and incomparable verses of poetry be produced by a vulgar maid like you?" After saying this, the prince waved his sleeves violently, and immediately a servant quickly stepped forward and firmly subdued the emotional An Jing.

Although her body had been restrained by the servants, An Jing was still unwilling to give up. She struggled desperately and shouted, "No, you can't just take me away like this! I really worked so hard to write that poem!"

At this time, the princess, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke. "Housekeeper, please tell me quickly, when did this woman enter the palace? Why do I have no impression of her at all? And looking at the clothes she's wearing, they're clearly from our palace."

"Princess, this person was only hired as a temporary helper in the past two days. I haven't had time to report this to you yet. It's all my fault!" The butler's face was pale, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud. His body was shaking constantly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He was terrified, afraid that the princess would be furious and vent all her anger on him.

"Hmph! You don't look like someone who can read and write. Tell me the truth! From whom did you plagiarize these poems? How dare you pass them off as your own?" The princess's eyebrows arched, her eyes wide, and she scolded him coquettishly. She thought to herself that the handwriting before her was crooked and immature, like that of a beginner. There was no way he could write verses so easily.

Standing quietly by, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. She was certain she was a unique time traveler, so how could anyone know those modern poems? Even if the mysterious black cat was so clever and astute, it must have never encountered such novel and unique writing.

Thinking of this, An Jing straightened her back, looked at everyone with a firm gaze, and said loudly: "The clear will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid. If you really have evidence that I plagiarized someone else's poem, then feel free to bring it out; if not, then you can only admit that this poem is my original work!"