I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Li Mubai's true fan, seeing his idol's magnanimity, felt even more admiration for him.

"As expected of a great talent from Jiangnan, our Mu Bai is just that good, which is why people gossip about him."

"Pah, that woman is ugly and short. If Mu Bai hadn't forgiven her, I would have scratched her ugly face."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear us and report us to the authorities."

"~~"

Fang Xiaoxiao heard it clearly, but she didn't care. There are all kinds of people in this world, so why bother with so much?

She got up and started to walk away from here to see the new store.

But fate had other plans. Just as they were about to leave, a discordant voice broke the silence of the moment.

"I just remembered something. Li Mubai's 'When Will the Moon Be Bright?' really looks a lot like the 'Prelude to Water Melody' on the screen in the main hall of Wenyue Pavilion, only it's not as well-written as the latter!"

His words quickly drew countless people to turn around.

The speaker was a slender, quiet-looking, fair-skinned scholar.

The scholar became somewhat flustered when he saw everyone looking at him.

But his eyes were unusually firm, and he appeared very certain that he could not possibly have misremembered the matter.

At that time, someone raised a question.

"What makes you think that? What is that Wenyue Pavilion? It won't even let us ordinary people in now."

"The restaurant has been closed to the public for more than a month since it opened. What makes you so sure about that?"

Since Fang Xiaoxiao left, Wenyue Pavilion has not been open to the public at all. It is said that it has been booked by a big shot to entertain special guests.

Li Renyi whispered an explanation in his wife's ear.

This……

Fang Xiaoxiao thought for a long time. She remembered that when she went to Wenyue Pavilion to find Mr. Zhu last time, it seemed that the door was not closed and there were still many people coming and going at the door.

"That's not right. When I went to Wenyue Pavilion last time, I didn't see the main gate closed."

"I don't know either. Anyway, when I went there, the door was closed. Even though I said I was my wife and husband, they wouldn't let me in."

Li Renyi muttered to himself that he had gone to Wenyue Pavilion a while ago, hoping to try some medicinal cuisine, but unfortunately they wouldn't let him in. Even mentioning his wife's name didn't help.

Strange, what exactly happened? I guess I'll have to ask Mr. Zhu sometime.

Fang Xiaoxiao thought about it for a moment, then made a mental note of it, planning to find an opportunity to visit Wenyue Pavilion.

Meanwhile, the frail scholar was still arguing with Li Mubai's brainwashed fans.

"I am absolutely certain that 'When Will the Moon Be Bright?' is a blatant rip-off of 'Prelude to Water Melody,' and it is nowhere near as good as the original!"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I'll beat you so badly that even your own mother won't recognize you."

“I’m not afraid. Even if one of me is killed, there are thousands upon thousands of others like me. What I’m saying is true. Li Mubai is a hypocrite who plagiarizes other people’s poems and has the nerve to claim them as his own. He’s a disgrace to scholars.”

"If you say that again, I'll beat you up today."

The two argued incessantly and almost came to blows.

Because the scholar was too weak, he was like a quail when facing the tall and burly man, and could be crushed to death at any moment.

Yet his scholarly arrogance made him appear so tall and dazzling.

The scholar closed his eyes slightly, appearing indifferent.

At this moment, Meiniang spoke up to stop the two from fooling around.

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble in my shop, I'll make them crawl out of here."

She walked slowly toward the two troublemakers, followed by two burly men wielding wooden sticks.

No wonder he's the owner of a brothel.

As soon as Mei Niang finished speaking, no one dared to breathe loudly anymore.

But the frail scholar did the opposite, speaking weakly.

"I, I am just stating the facts, and there is not a single falsehood. Moreover, the poet is said to be named Fang Xiaoxiao."

"!"

"Hoohoo!"

These words were like an atomic bomb hitting the ground, instantly causing an uproar throughout the entire hall.

"No way, did you hear that? It's Fang Xiaoxiao, the one who married seven men."

"Ah, I don't believe it, I would never believe it even if you beat me to death, that spoiled brat."

"I heard that woman is from the village next to yours. Do you know what she looks like?"

"How would I know? I'd guess she's an ugly woman who makes me want to vomit."

"Look at that scholar, he seems so sincere, he doesn't seem to be talking. But if that's the case, then Li Mubai will be utterly humiliated!"

"Impossible! Our Mu Bai is not that kind of person. I don't believe it. You must be jealous of Mu Bai's talent, so you're trying to slander him, just like that ugly woman from earlier!"

The discussion was immense, involving both casual observers and die-hard fans of Li Mubai.

The more they talked, the more outrageous their claims became, the most outrageous being their descriptions of Fang Xiaoxiao's appearance.

These people all agreed that Fang Xiaoxiao must be extremely ugly, and they described her in such vivid detail that it was as if they had all seen her before.

"!"

When did I become so famous? I don't care about this fame. And what do those people mean by saying I'm incredibly ugly and extremely fat?

A woman can be described as short, thin, or even having short legs, but she should never be described as ugly or fat.

Fang Xiaoxiao was so angry that her face turned pale, and her small hands clenched into fists, making a "crunching" sound.

Even Li Renyi, who was standing next to her, heard everything clearly. He could even sense that his wife was about to erupt in extreme anger, as if she had seen a red cloth and a yellow ox.

He quickly reached out and pulled his wife, trying to calm her down.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaoxiao completely ignored her husband and said angrily.

"Get lost! I'm going to show these people today whether I'm fat and ugly or not!"

She shook off her husband's large hand that was holding her wrist, looked around at everyone with a serious expression, then stepped onto the table in front of her and shouted loudly.

"Stop arguing, I am Fang Xiaoxiao. Open your eyes and take a good look at me. Am I fat and ugly?"

"Wow!"

The sound, like a thunderclap, immediately silenced the crowd.

They all looked up and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"She, she is Fang Xiaoxiao!"

"Wow, so beautiful! Who the hell said she's ugly and fat? I want to be her husband!"

"My goodness, she's so beautiful! I want to go visit her."

"Fang, Madam Fang!"

The frail scholar finally met his idol, the extraordinary genius who left behind the masterpiece "Shuidiao Getou" at Wenyue Pavilion.

He knew the author of "Shuidiao Getou" from his uncle Zhu Wen.

When he heard his uncle recite this poem, he wished he could go find the original author immediately, but he was stopped by his uncle and asked to keep the matter a secret.

Because, Uncle said that Madam Fang did not allow the news to spread.