Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

"You're that country bumpkin! How could that be!"

Luo Qingxiao was incredulous. He was unusually clever for a moment and quickly contacted the woman that An Jibai had taken home. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, looking her up and down. He couldn't see any trace of the poor people he remembered. Who was this village girl who was so beautiful!

Is she still the village beauty?

Yuewu tilted her head, looking at him with a hint of confusion, her beautiful eyes shining with a clear light. "Country girl? Are you talking about me?"

As if stung, he turned his head away uncomfortably, his blood rushing to his head and his ears burning. To save face, he had to pretend to cover it up. Luo Qingxiao panicked and hurriedly waved his hands to explain, afraid that his beloved would misunderstand.

"No, no! I misspoke, please...please don't mind it."

Yuewu was amused by his excessive reaction. She wasn't some monster, why was he so nervous? He was a prince who had seen many grand occasions, after all. It was just that she was charming; she was the most beautiful little flower fairy.

"Okay, I'll reluctantly believe you."

Luo Qingxiao nodded blankly, then glanced at the dog-skin plaster next to the fairy girl out of the corner of his eye. A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes. In terms of knowing him, he was already one step behind. Now that the girl had moved into his house, there was no place left for him. He had to get there first.

He stepped forward to chat, naturally standing to the left of Yuewu. Shi Liuxiu, standing behind him, looked bewildered and was eventually pushed off in order to avoid being bumped into.

"Why!"

She glanced at Luo Qingxiao, who had pushed her aside, and kept trying to find topics to chat with Yuewu. She suppressed her resentment, her nails digging into her flesh, and comforted herself that he was the Third Prince and she couldn't afford to offend him. She would be happier if the two of them were together.

Looking at the three people walking together in front of her, she was still a little displeased. The handsome man and beautiful woman stood in a row, blocking her out, leaving her no chance to stand out.

Damn it! It was definitely intentional. Don't think you can steal her spotlight like this.

Luo Qingxiao recalled the biggest gimmick of this flower-viewing banquet—a top-grade peony with silver threads piercing its crown—described in such vivid and extravagant terms that it piqued Yue Wu's curiosity. Finally, he revealed his purpose, "Miss Yue, would you like to see it? I guarantee you've never seen anything like it before."

After pondering for a while, Yuewu thought that since she was already here, she might as well take a look. She tugged at An Jibai's sleeve and was about to follow him, saying, "Let's go together and see how beautiful it is."

As the group walked together, Yuewu's outstanding appearance and graceful figure attracted the attention of everyone at the banquet. It was surprising that a complete stranger could be with several renowned figures from Wangjing, and they seemed to be getting along quite well. Among them were the Third Prince, who was favored by the Emperor, the promising young master An, and Shi Liuxiu, the most talented woman in Wangjing. Everyone secretly observed the four of them walking together, their eyes filled with curiosity.

The young men who often followed Luo Qingxiao were even more surprised. They looked at each other, wondering how the person who originally said he would humiliate An Jibai with a village girl ended up hanging out with An Jibai, and even looked so harmonious. Weren't they mortal enemies?

Finally, we arrived at the very center of the garden, where a carefully enclosed area stood, like a dazzling jewel in the entire garden. As we drew closer, we could clearly see two magnificent silver-threaded peony bushes in full bloom!

With a wide grin, she excitedly grabbed An Jibai's hand and squeezed to the front row, carefully admiring the blooming peonies. Each flower seemed to be woven from silver threads by the most skilled craftsmen, its petals delicate and soft, unfolding layer upon layer, trembling slightly, like the flowing skirts of fairies dancing, light and graceful. At the center of the flower, golden stamens clustered together, emitting a captivating fragrance. Under the sunlight, the golden stamens inside the corolla resembled silver threads, truly living up to its beautiful name.

"Only the peony is truly a national beauty!"

Yuewu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, recalling the ancient people's praise for peonies. Only now did she truly appreciate their charm. The two silver-threaded peonies before her were undoubtedly the kings of flowers, displaying unparalleled beauty and magnificence.

A large crowd had already gathered around. It was a common practice at flower-viewing banquets to compose poems and write essays. Seeing the exquisite peonies, they were inspired and couldn't help but write many poems praising them.

Yuewu was already the center of attention, and the poem she uttered spontaneously sparked discussion. People initially thought she was just a pretty face, but they were surprised that she could casually utter a poem of praise. Although simple, it was concise and elegant, with a certain charm.

"Truly a beauty of unparalleled grace, what a fitting description! What a fine poem!"

"May I ask which family you belong to? Would you be so kind as to make my acquaintance?"

As they were chatting, someone suggested, "Since this young lady has made such a good start, why don't we continue playing and give her a proper demonstration?"

This statement immediately won everyone's approval. All the hard work and study they had put in had paid off. The more they showcased themselves in such situations, the more they could demonstrate their abilities and the more benefits they could gain. Therefore, both men and women actively participated.

With the prizes set, the group arrived at the artificial stream, where servants laid out cushions and food. They sat down on the ground, and the competition soon began.

The rules are simple: it's a regular game of floating wine cups on a winding stream. You sit on either side of the stream, place a cup of wine in it, and let it float down the stream. Whoever the cup stops in front of has to compose a poem. If they can't, they have to drink all the wine in their cup as punishment.

The gameplay was novel and interesting, and Yuewu became interested. She was coaxed by Shi Liuxiu to sit down. So many days had passed, and apart from seeing her hostility, Shi Liuxiu had not shown any other emotions. She slowly put down her worries. 66's props were pretty good. The effect was so good that even the heroine who was loved by the world could not see through her true form.

It seems that 66 is quite useful after all.

Seeing Yuewu sit down, An Jibai couldn't refuse and sat down next to her. Shi Liuxiu wouldn't miss any opportunity to shine; she wouldn't let go of any chance to prove her charm to An Jibai. She sat down next to An Jibai.

Those who saw him cast mocking glances, their hearts filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. An Jibai was not only exceptionally intelligent, but also possessed a handsome and dashing face—a true winner in life. They quickly let go of their resentment; he was hardworking and ambitious, and given his family background and status, he could marry even a princess of high status. They withdrew their envious gazes and cheered themselves on, hoping to perform well and win the favor of their beloved.

Luo Qingxiao stood on the stream, glaring resentfully at An Jibai, who was clinging to Yuewu. If it weren't for his poor academic performance and limited poetry skills, he wouldn't have ended up hosting the banquet and serving the wine cups. If he had studied properly with the Grand Tutor when he was young, with the same person teaching him, if he had worked hard back then, An Jibai's achievements might be his now.

"He's just too low-key," Luo Qingxiao thought silently.

"Get ready, it's time to release!"

Getting back to the main point, Luo Qingxiao released his hand, and the stream flowed gently, carrying the tray full of wine glasses down. Everyone's eyes were fixed on it, following the winding path of the wine glasses, their eyes gleaming with curiosity about who the first lucky person would be.

The stream was deliberately designed to meander along both sides, and soon it was blocked in front of a noble lady. The girl nervously picked up the tray, and in a gentle voice, after thinking for a moment, she recited a poem about flowers.

Neither too high nor too low, but her quick reaction earned her a round of praise. The woman lowered her head shyly, put the wine down again, and a new round began.

Along the winding, gently flowing riverbank, laughter and chatter rose and fell, filling the air. A group of elegant musicians, dressed in cool and gorgeous attire, sat gracefully to one side. With light touches of their lips and delicate fingers, they played melodious tunes. The melodious tunes, like heavenly music, lingered in the ears of the audience, captivating them completely.

Looking at the banquet, golden cups and jade goblets gleamed and sparkled, while exquisite tableware held a variety of delicacies and dishes, their aromas filling the air and making mouths water. Guests held wine glasses, enjoying themselves immensely, their clinking of glasses creating a lively and prosperous atmosphere. Everything at the banquet exuded luxury and grandeur.