From cannon fodder villain to beloved heroine

Yan Rugo frowned, looking down at the system screen on her wrist. The warning message on it made her heart skip a beat.

The small screen flickered, "Host, a new crisis is imminent. We suggest you prepare in advance." Her smile froze instantly, and a wave of unease washed over her.

She quickly concealed her emotions, raised her head, and glanced at the surrounding crowd.

Miss Su and Mr. Hua still had livid faces, and the noble ladies and young masters around them cast awe-inspiring glances at her.

However, none of them noticed the storm raging within her.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She knew that no matter what happened to the system, she couldn't afford to fail at the crucial moment.

"Xu Yun," she whispered to the male protagonist beside her, her tone tinged with worry, "it seems we have even greater challenges ahead." Xu Yun gently took her hand, the warmth from his palm giving her a sense of strength.

He looked at her with unwavering eyes, as if to say, "No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

The atmosphere of the poetry gathering gradually heated up, and Master Bai announced loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now entering the final decisive round. The task is to compose a poem based on a lost ancient melody. Whoever can complete it within this time will be the champion of this poetry gathering." As soon as he finished speaking, a slight commotion arose in the room.

This lost ancient music disappeared hundreds of years ago, and almost no one can truly understand its meaning.

Yan Rugo's heart skipped a beat. She quickly tried to access the system, but found the screen completely black with no further prompts.

Her heart sank; she didn't know if it was a system malfunction or a bigger crisis.

However, she didn't have time to think about it, because the poetry gathering had already begun.

"What should I do?" she cursed inwardly, quickly recalling the knowledge she had accumulated in the past.

She closed her eyes, trying to recall the ancient music she had heard before, as well as the lyrics written by famous poets throughout history.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Time ticked by, and while the other participants in the poetry competition were all deep in thought, she alone faced this sudden predicament.

The crowd around her was still bustling with activity, but Yan Rugo felt only loneliness and unease.

She clenched her fists, but her resolve only grew stronger.

She knew that she couldn't give up, regardless of whether the system helped her or not.

She took a deep breath and finally sketched out the outline of a poem in her mind.

Her heart was racing, her fingers were trembling slightly, but her eyes shone with determination.

Just then, she softly recited: "When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in hand, I ask the blue sky..." (From "System Crisis, Poetry Contest")

Yan Rugo frowned, looking down at the system screen on her wrist. The warning message on it made her heart skip a beat.

The small screen flashed: "Host, a new crisis is imminent. We suggest you prepare in advance." Her smile froze instantly, and a wave of unease washed over her.

Just then, she softly recited: "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky..."

Although her voice was deep, it was like a gentle breeze rippled across the water, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

Master Bai stopped what he was doing and listened quietly.

Yan Rugo's voice was filled with deep affection and sorrow, and every word was like a pearl that fell into everyone's hearts.

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace..." Her lyrics not only perfectly match the artistic conception of ancient music, but also demonstrate her unique literary insights.

Her voice seemed to possess a magical quality, captivating everyone present.

Master Bai stood up excitedly, his hands trembling with emotion, and said, "Wonderful, wonderful! This poem has both the spirit of the ancients and the innovation of modern people. This woman is a natural poet and should be the champion of this poetry gathering!" The audience immediately burst into enthusiastic applause, and everyone was deeply moved by her poem.

Miss Su and Mr. Hua's expressions grew even more unpleasant. Their brows furrowed, and they looked down at each other, a wave of frustration washing over them.

Just then, ignoring everyone's stares, Xu Yun walked up to Yan Rugo and hugged her tightly.

His embrace was warm and firm, as if telling her, "No matter what, I will always be by your side." Yan Rugo responded happily, and the relationship between the two reached a new height at this moment.

The noble ladies and gentlemen around were initially surprised by this scene, but then they all smiled with blessings.

Their eyes were filled with envy, as if to say, "This must be the legendary match made in heaven."

Xu Yun whispered in her ear, "Ru Ge, you are truly my pride." Yan Ru Ge smiled and replied, "We still have many challenges to face together, don't we?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Bai announced the end of the poetry gathering, and Madam Qin walked towards her with admiration in her eyes.

Yan Rugo's heart was filled with the joy of victory. Madam Qin walked up to Yan Rugo with a beaming smile, took her hand, and announced to everyone, "Miss Yan's talent is truly admirable! From today onwards, I will give Miss Yan my full support in the manor and hope that she will achieve even greater success!" These words were resounding and like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's hearts.

Yan Rugo gave an elegant bow, a confident smile playing on her lips.

She knew she had won her gamble!

Madam Qin's support meant that she had gained a firm foothold in the capital and had a broader stage to perform on.

The flashes went off one after another—well, there were no flashes in ancient times, but at this moment Yan Rugo felt like the superstar of the entire room!

The noble ladies and gentlemen around her cast admiring glances and whispered her name.

Miss Su and Mr. Hua slunk away from the poetry gathering, their figures desolate, like two defeated roosters.

Yan Rugo watched their retreating figures, secretly pleased: Trying to mess with me?

Go back and train for a few more years!

"Ruge, you're amazing!" Xu Yun whispered in her ear, his voice filled with pride and love.

Yan Rugo returned a bright smile, a huge sense of accomplishment welling up inside her.

She took a deep breath, ready to savor the joy of victory, when she suddenly felt a chill, as if she were being watched by something.

She suddenly looked up and gazed beyond the crowd.

A dark shadow flashed by, moving with astonishing speed, almost making her think it was her imagination.

"Wait..." Yan Rugo grabbed Xu Yun's arm, her gaze fixed on the direction where the dark figure had disappeared.