The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

Everyone sensed something was wrong.

So it was Miss Song who left early on her own initiative, and was secretly expressing her feeling of being ignored?

Wouldn't this damage Mrs. Song's reputation?

"The Emperor has arrived——"

Eunuch Fu's shrill voice sounded at this time.

Everyone salutes.

This matter is over.

After taking his seat, the emperor also noticed Song Xiwan. Upon learning that she was Song Wenyi's recently adopted daughter, he paid her special attention.

"I have long heard of Lord Song's daughter. Seeing her today, I can see that she truly embodies the Song family's style."

Song Xiwan stood up and humbly thanked him, "Your Majesty, thank you for your praise. My father has devoted himself to your Majesty and solved all his problems. This is something I cannot even compare to."

This humble attitude made the emperor even more satisfied and appreciated, and he gave him a reward on the spot.

Every adult felt jealous.

Facing the majesty of the emperor, he could remain calm and composed. This courage is truly impressive. Even the daughter he adopted could be so outstanding. What kind of luck does Song Wenyi have?

After Song Xiwan sat down, he glanced at Song Lingxi out of the corner of his eye and met her resentful gaze.

"Sister Lingxi, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Lingxi gritted her teeth and said, "Sister is really different today than when she was at the mansion."

"That's natural. Your Majesty is a noble being. How could I neglect him?"

Song Xiwan answered without denying it and took a sip of the fruit wine.

Song Lingxi was stunned at first, then realized that Song Xiwan was making a sarcastic remark, and her face turned red with anger.

But he soon calmed down. Maybe he could learn the etiquette in a month, but it was difficult to master the ink and wash painting.

Today, Song Xiwan will definitely become a disgrace among the children of the aristocratic families in Shangjing City!

After the singing and dancing.

Eunuch Fu came out and said, "My dear young men and young ladies, please go to the pavilion and write poems or paint. If you are selected as the best by the Emperor, you will be rewarded handsomely."

This is an opportunity for a young man from a noble family to show his abilities. If he can catch the emperor's eye, he will surely be a leader in the capital in the future.

"Sister, let's go over and take a look."

Song Lingxi immediately put on a hypocritical smile and unexpectedly put her arm around Song Xiwan.

The force was so great that it was clear that Song Xiwan would not be able to escape!

Song Xiwan looked at Song Lingxi's dirty tricks with amusement.

Is this a case of not giving up until you reach the Yellow River?

Xu immediately stepped forward to stop him, "Well, Xiwan should stay with me."

Xu Miaoyi's eyes rolled, thinking about the incident in which Song Xiwan caused Lingxi to fall into the water, and wanted to teach her a lesson.

"Aunt, this is an opportunity to make friends with the young masters and ladies of aristocratic families. It's my cousin Xiwan's first time in the palace, so it would be good to see more."

Xu frowned and wanted to refuse.

Song Xiwan smiled and said, "Mother, my cousin is right. I'll go and broaden my horizons."

In such an occasion, it would be inappropriate for Xu to be too obvious.

Song Xiwan skillfully shook off Song Lingxi's hand and went to the pavilion alone.

If she wins first place today, she will have more say in her marriage!

Song Lingxi stared at Song Xiwan's back, then chased after her and deliberately raised her voice to ask, "Sister, do you want to write a poem or paint a picture?"

Many young men and women from aristocratic families had gathered at the pavilion. Upon hearing the sound, they all looked over with surprise on their faces.

Song Xiwan is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting?

"Let's paint."

Song Xiwan walked to a table, picked up the brush and ink and started painting, his strokes flowing smoothly.

Everyone was shocked!

Even Song Lingxi's heart was lifted. She hurried over to take a look, and then breathed a sigh of relief. The paper was covered with messy ink, a blur.

"Sister, are you just scribbling?"

The others also shook their heads in disappointment, with some contempt in their eyes.

People born in the countryside are very vain and they pretend to know what they don’t know!

Song Xiwan didn't even raise her head, and asked in a cold voice: "Instead of staring at me here, why don't you go paint your carefully prepared masterpiece? There's not much time left for you."

Song Lingxi's face darkened and she stomped her feet and left.

She will make Song Xiwan look bad later!

Half an hour later.

People submitted their works one after another.

Eunuch Fu had them hung in the pavilion for people to admire, without any signatures. When the emperor came to tour the area, he would select the best works and deem them as top-grade.

Finally, a painting titled "Lonely Boat" was chosen by the emperor.

"Yes, the brushstrokes are soft yet powerful. The layers of mountains are like a fairyland on earth. This little boat seems out of place, but there is no sense of disobedience. Who created this?"

The emperor's continuous praise made everyone present look up at the painting in the corner, and then they were shocked and started whispering to each other.

"Whose painting is this? It's so lifelike!"

"I just looked around, and it seems no one here paints landscapes."

"He must be quite old, the loneliness is almost emerging from his paintings."

"..."

Everyone agreed.

I'm afraid this young man will rise to a high position from now on!

Unexpectedly, a slim figure walked out.

"Your Majesty, this was written by me."

It’s Song Xiwan!

Song Lingxi's face turned pale, and she subconsciously denied it loudly, "Impossible! I've seen your paintings, and they're not like that at all. Sister, please don't say anything nonsense."

Song Xiwan sneered and asked, "Besides me, is there anyone else who can claim this painting?"

If this was really painted by someone else, who would give away such a good opportunity for nothing?

But no one stood up.

So, it was really painted by Song Xiwan.

Song Lingxi firmly retorted, "But I wasn't the only one who saw it. This isn't what you drew. Did Sister get a painting from somewhere?"

Everyone couldn't help but frown.

Song Lingxi is being a bit unreasonable.

"Sister, you seem to really not want me to draw this picture?"

Song Xiwan asked back incisively.

Song Lingxi finally realized what was happening, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. She quickly said, "I'm just... I'm just worried that Sister might have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor out of her momentary confusion."

This reason is reasonable.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the crowd, "Just now, I noticed that this paper has the palace's unique gold foil mark."

Song Xiwan froze!

The hatred and fear accumulated over the past three years burst out at this moment, making her feel as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in her chest, and even her breathing became difficult.

Shouldn’t Xie Chengqian come back in half a month?

Song Xiwan turned stiffly and saw a figure that almost blended into the night, with a face that looked like it was carefully carved, but still exceptionally outstanding.

Xie Chengqian always has the solemn and murderous aura of someone who has fought on the battlefield for a long time.

Sure enough it was him!

In her previous life, Xie Chengqian returned triumphantly half a month later. Because she rejected Zhang Kunling's marriage proposal, she was troubled by rumors in the capital and simply stayed at home.

Song Lingxi invited her to go out and watch the fun with a gauze hat, but Song Xiwan was still recognized and suffered a lot of ridicule and sarcasm.

She panicked and wanted to escape, but was stopped by a nosy person.

Xie Chengqian jumped off his horse to rescue her, and that stunning glimpse made Song Xiwan fall in love with him.

Later, Xie Chengqian broke both legs during the autumn hunt a month later, and the once majestic King Xuan ended up like her, becoming a mere topic of conversation after dinner.