Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

Shen Wanqing looked at Shen Wanru, who was still secretly proud of herself. After she glanced at the crowd, she saw Jing'er standing on tiptoe. When she saw Shen Wanqing, she exchanged a look with her.

Shen Wanqing's expression became serious. She looked at the pastries in front of her and came up with a plan.

"Although the poem I just wrote is good, the result is still unclear. I think today's snacks are good. Why don't we write a few more poems based on the snacks?" Shen Wanqing said slowly and made a suggestion to everyone.

Because Shen Wanru could not understand the poems she wrote, there was controversy among people about her poems.

When Shen Wanqing mentioned this, Shen Wanru immediately agreed, wanting to regain everyone's admiration for her.

When Shen Wanxiu saw that snacks were the subject of the poem, she was immediately happy.

Shen Wanru's eyes gleamed with confidence as she confidently walked to a nearby table and picked up her brush. Her pen flowed fluently, composing several poems one after another. The crowd gathered around curiously, their eyes fixed on the rice paper, their faces gradually filled with wonder as they followed her brushstrokes.

Before she finished writing, everyone who was watching nodded in praise.

"Miss Su's poem is truly wonderful!"

“This one is truly a masterpiece.”

"Yes, the words are beautiful and the meaning is profound. It is truly a rare masterpiece."

Everyone spoke one after another, praising her poetic talent highly.

"Miss Shen is so talented. If she were a man, she would definitely pass the imperial examinations and bring honor to the family!"

Shen Wanru was overwhelmed by the praise and put down her pen to write the last word.

Shen Wanru listened to these words of praise, her face filled with a smug smile, her chin slightly raised, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention. Amidst all the praise, Shen Wanqing frowned slightly.

These poems seemed to be from the collection of poems that the scholar gave her.

"Sister, this poem is so exquisitely written. Why not write your name on it so that more people will know that it is your masterpiece." Shen Wanqing stood aside and said deliberately.

However, Shen Wanru had no idea of ​​Shen Wanqing's intention. She thought her sister was trying to add icing on the cake for her, so she wrote her name on the poem with great enthusiasm.

At that moment, the maids arrived to fetch the poems for the plaque. As one of them picked up Shen Wanru's poem, a sudden gust of wind blew, sending the rice paper flying. The maid screamed in surprise, quickly dropped the other poems in her hands, and ran after the lost rice paper.

Seeing this, Shen Wanru hurriedly rewrote her poem to prevent it from being lost. She wrote quickly, her confident demeanor seeming to show everyone that she had memorized the poem by heart.

Just as she was about to finish writing, a cold voice suddenly came from behind the crowd: "Who is Shen Wanru?"

The voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty that instantly quieted the noisy crowd. Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a black robe standing there. His face was serious and his eyes were cold.

When Shen Wanru heard someone calling her name, she looked smug and proud. She assumed the other person was there to admire her poetry. She replied in a delicate voice, "I am Shen Wanru. I wonder if you have any advice for me, sir?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, strode forward, slammed the piece of rice paper in his hand that had been blown away by the wind on the table, and said, "Did you really write this poem?"

Shen Wanru was slightly stunned, then said: "Of course it was done by me, what's wrong with that?"

The level of this poem is indeed far beyond what a girl like Shen Wanru could produce, but she wrote it on the spot.

So everyone present believed that it was undoubtedly Shen Wanru's poem.

The middle-aged man glared at her, his voice cold and expressionless. "You shameless woman, how dare you plagiarize someone else's poem!"

He held the poem Shen Wanru had just written in his hand, his fist clenched and shaking slightly, "This is clearly a poem by a friend of mine. It's plagiarized without changing a single word. It's not yours at all."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shen Wanru's eyes flickered, her heart in turmoil. Her face turned pale instantly, but she forced herself to remain calm, her voice trembling slightly. "Sir, please don't slander me. This poem was clearly written by me."

This sudden change attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm afraid this young man has misunderstood. These poems were just written by my sister." Shen Wanqing's face was full of worry, and she was busy defending Shen Wanru.

"Yes, that's what I just wrote." Shen Wanru immediately agreed with Shen Wanqing. Seeing that someone believed in her, she felt confident.

It turns out that one won't cry until he sees the coffin.

Shen Wanqing smiled lightly and shook her head, "Sir, you said these poems belonged to your friend, do you have any evidence to prove it?

If he can't produce evidence, no one will believe him.

Shen Wanru was obviously no longer feeling guilty. She didn't believe that anyone else could have that collection of poems.

The middle-aged man sneered, "How dare you quibble! These poems are from a rare collection of poetry that I happen to have in my collection. You haven't changed a single word, yet you still have the audacity to claim they were your own!"

He slammed a yellowed poetry collection on the table, and everyone looked at each other in surprise.

Shen Wanru's body trembled slightly. She never expected to be exposed on the spot. At this moment, Shen Wanqing's mouth curled up, secretly feeling that the show was about to begin.

People around began to whisper and talk.

"What? It's plagiarized?"

"This Miss Shen is too much. She actually did such a thing."

"We still praise her so much, how blind we are."

Shen Wanru's face turned from pale to red, and then from red to blue. She tried to defend herself: "This... This is an inspiration I got by chance. It's not plagiarism."

The middle-aged man shouted angrily: "At this point, you still don't repent!"

Shen Wanqing came forward at this time and hurriedly pretended to comfort her: "Sister, things have come to this point, you should admit it."

Shen Wanru glared at Shen Wanqing fiercely, "You bitch, you must have framed me on purpose!"

Shen Wanqing looked innocent, her face full of grievance: "Sister, I just reminded you to write your name, how can it be a frame-up?"

No matter how hard Shen Wanru tried to be tough, she couldn't say anything.

"Sister, please explain to everyone that you wrote the poem!" Shen Wanqing stepped forward at the right time, her tone full of worry.

"Of course I wrote these poems, please don't slander me." Shen Wanru shouted, refusing to admit it, facing everyone's gaze.

The middle-aged man opened the poetry collection in his hand and looked through it in front of everyone, his eyes full of disdain. "Oh, the evidence is right in front of us. This poetry collection is ten years old. Could it be that Miss Shen could write poetry at a young age? This lady is lying without a trace of shame!"

"When you steal someone else's poem in the future, you need to find out when the poet wrote it."

After saying that, the middle-aged man flicked his sleeves and left with anger.