Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

Her words were sonorous and powerful, and her extremely affirmative tone made some people present doubtful. They began to wonder if they had really misunderstood this seemingly gifted woman.

Even the usually calm and composed prince couldn't help but take a different look at An Jing, even considering adopting her as his adopted daughter. However, just as everyone was lost in thought, a plain, thin scholar suddenly emerged from the crowd. He clutched a yellowed, old book, his expression nervous yet tinged with pride.

"Your Highness, Princess, I have solid evidence here to prove that this woman plagiarized someone else's work!" the scholar shouted loudly, his voice sounding particularly abrupt in the silent courtyard.

An Jing tilted her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the man's face. For some reason, her heart suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and a deep sense of fear arose.

"Oh? Present it!" Although the prince sitting on the high seat did not know the person in front of him, he was very curious about the old book in the person's hand, especially when he heard him mention that the book was some kind of evidence.

Su Lan walked forward respectfully, holding the book carefully in both hands, and then gently handed it to the prince.

As the prince began to flip through the book, Su Lan didn't dare to slack off and hurriedly explained the origins of this poetry collection: "Your Highness, this collection of poems was carefully collected by my ancestors during their travels. Originally, my ancestors wanted to make these poets famous and allow more people to appreciate their talents."

"Unfortunately, my family is poor and I don't have enough money to go to a bookstore to print and publish it. I have no choice but to keep it at home as a precious collection. Just now, I saw the words written by this girl, and they are exactly the same as the contents of this collection of poems. So I hurried back home and took the collection of poems."

The prince flipped through the scroll in his hands, his expression focused and serious, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, as if some great mystery was hidden between the pages. An Jing, standing by, watched the prince nervously, a chill running down her spine.

"Impossible! How dare you, a poor, ignorant scholar, spout nonsense and attempt to frame me? This poem was clearly written by me. If you don't believe me, I can recite a few more to prove my innocence!"

To prove her true talent, An Jing immediately began to search through the famous poems she had learned. After a moment's hesitation, she uttered a clear, melodious voice: "The tower is a hundred feet high, and one can reach for the stars with one's hands." As soon as she finished speaking, she was met with exclamations from the surroundings.

However, An Jing did not stop there. She immediately recited: "The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way falls from the sky." At this time, everyone's attention has been completely attracted, and their eyes are flashing with surprise and admiration.

Seeing this, An Jing grew more confident and continued to recite aloud: "I look up at the bright moon, and I look down, thinking of my hometown." Just as she was about to speak again, "The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers..."

The prince suddenly interrupted her: "There was the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen?" The prince's voice was low and powerful, like a thunderclap exploding in the crowd.

"Hmph, you might as well pass these poems around carefully and savor them to see if this woman is just blindly plagiarizing the works of her ancestors." The prince said with a sneer, his eyes full of contempt.

"No... that's not the case, Your Highness. Please listen to my explanation!" An Jing was panicking, her face pale as paper. She stared intently at the poor scholar named Su Lan, cursing silently in her heart.

But at the same time, a terrifying thought quietly arose in her heart - could it be that this poor scholar, like herself, had traveled from the modern era? Thinking of this, An Jing felt even more panicked, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

At this time, the collection of poems was also passed to Wang Qingchen. He just flipped through a few pages and was sure that the girl in front of him had plagiarized. He no longer had any initial appreciation for her, but only disgust.

"Master, the heroine's aura has dropped to 10%, and it has no impact on the small world anymore." Jin Ling noticed the change and immediately notified Su Lan.

The latter's mouth curled up slightly, your retribution has come.

"Haha, Miss An, you'd better stop deceiving yourself and others! Plagiarizing the poems and lyrics of your predecessors is a great disrespect to them, and now you actually dare to deceive the prince. Such a crime is not something a mere maid like you can bear!"

Su Lan smiled and gently admonished the other person. However, just as she approached An Jing, she suddenly lowered her voice and said softly, in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You should have returned to the world that truly belongs to you long ago, soul from another world."

An Jing screamed, clutching her head with both hands and screaming. She had already vaguely guessed that the scholar before her was actually the Black Cat in disguise.

At this moment, filled with fear and panic, she was about to tell everyone about this astonishing discovery, especially to reveal the scholar's true identity. She opened her mouth and stammered, "You... you are..." But before she could even finish the two crucial words "monster," An Jing felt an unbearable pain instantly spread throughout her body. Then, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Su Lan just snorted coldly, then quickly returned to a respectful appearance, standing quietly aside, waiting for the prince to make the final decision and disposal of the matter.

The prince waved his sleeves with a gloomy expression and shouted angrily: "Since this maid is not from our palace, come! Quickly escort her to Shuntian Prefecture and hand her over to the government for disposal!" As soon as the words fell, two burly men with thick backs, fleshy faces and dressed in servants' clothes responded. They grabbed An Jing's arms like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey and dragged her out the door without mercy.

After An Jing was taken away, the prince slowly turned around, clasped his fists and bowed to the many guests present, saying, "Everyone, I am truly sorry! This time, my palace made a mistake in hiring the wrong people, allowing such a person of unknown origin to sneak in and disrupt everyone's fun. I will host a banquet for you all another day to express my apology."

After saying this, he turned to look at Su Lan standing beside him, a subtle glint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He said slowly, "I wonder if this young man would hand over this collection of poems to me? I solemnly promise you that I will carefully typeset and print it so that it can be circulated in the world and more people can appreciate its exquisiteness."

Hearing this, Su Lan was secretly delighted. He quickly bowed and performed a standard scholar's etiquette, and replied respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I will obey your orders."

Then, she subtly gave a wink to the Second Princess who was standing nearby. The Second Princess was very smart and instantly understood what she meant, knowing Su Lan's true identity and her intention to escape.

So, she quietly stepped forward, skillfully maneuvering among the crowd, creating a perfect opportunity for Su Lan to escape. Ultimately, under the Second Princess's full protection, Su Lan was able to successfully leave the palace and disappear in the vast sea of ​​people...