Jiang Xiyun sheepishly set down her bowl, forcing a smile as she said, "Cousin is right." She had no choice but to first toast Grandmother Jiang and Qin Shi, then turned to toast Lin Jinlou. Lin Jinlou did not refuse, taking the wine cup and draining it.
Jiang Feiyun's eyes flickered with a smile as she said, "After drinking this cup, Cousin should show some appreciation, shouldn't you?"
Before she could finish, Lin Dongxiu, holding her tea, said leisurely, "Cousin Jiang, that doesn't make sense. Poetry is poetry, and needlework is needlework—how can they be lumped together? Eldest Sister and Second Sister are the judges, and they haven't declared Fifth Cousin the winner yet."
As soon as Lin Dongxiu spoke, Tan Luhua could no longer hold back and sneered, "Well, isn't this something? Tomorrow, I'll have someone pass me a note and write a hundred poems for me, then use them to deceive the world and steal a reputation, as if no one would notice." Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft.
Everyone was startled. Qin Shi immediately slammed her teacup onto the table with a "thud." Grandmother Jiang was taken aback, clutching the prayer beads in her hand tightly. Jiang Feiyun and Jiang Xiyun flushed bright red in an instant. Xianglan was also surprised but merely lifted her eyelids slightly before turning to look elsewhere. For a moment, no one spoke.
Jiang Xiyun knew that Tan Luhua was displeased because she had offended her earlier and was now undermining her. She forced a loud laugh and said, "Second Cousin-in-law, what do you mean by that?"
Tan Luhua replied with a mocking smile, "Fifth Cousin should know best. Why ask me what I mean?"
Lin Dongwan and Lin Dongxiu had witnessed Jiang Feiyun passing the note earlier. Hearing Tan Luhua's pointed remark, they understood perfectly but remained expressionless, lowering their heads to smooth the folds of their skirts. Those unaware of the situation exchanged puzzled glances, while the cleverer ones had already grasped about seventy or eighty percent of the truth. Grandmother Jiang closed her eyes, her fingers moving the prayer beads faster and faster.
Jiang Xiyun inwardly regretted her actions. She had always looked down on frivolous pursuits like poetry and had never studied it seriously. In the past, when she gathered with other young ladies in the inner chambers, they would merely drink tea and chat. She was skilled at witty conversation and was always the most likable wherever she went. Who would have thought the Lin Family would form a poetry club and actually test them on the classics? She could handle questions about the Four Books and Five Classics, but poetry and songs were her weak spot. With all the young ladies composing poems, she felt it improper to refuse, especially on such an occasion, as performing poorly would bring shame to her family. But if she had known it would come to this, she should never have accepted the note Jiang Feiyun passed to her. Now, she was in a predicament with no way out.
Jiang Feiyun seethed with anger but maintained a smiling face, quickly stepping in to smooth things over. She personally poured a cup of tea for Tan Luhua and said, "Second Cousin-in-law, please have some tea. Your poetic talent is remarkable—I admired your poem as soon as I read it. I heard you also play the zither and are excellent at backgammon and chess. Later, we must play a game together."
Seeing the displeasure on Grandmother Jiang and Qin Shi's faces, Lin Dongwan, who was always tactful, rolled her eyes and chimed in with a laugh, "Let's not talk about poetry or lyrics anymore. Even reading them gives me a headache. What's the use of being able to recite a hundred poems? They're not as practical as knee pads that block the wind. Eldest Brother, don't think you can hide—hurry up and thank Fifth Cousin properly."This exchange would have passed unnoticed on any ordinary day, but Tan Luhua was never one to suffer losses quietly, especially when she was still seething with resentment toward Jiang Xiyun. She let out a light, mocking laugh and said, "How delightful! Big Brother, regardless of who is the top scholar or the third-ranked one, hurry up and give the crown prince’s pendant to Fifth Cousin." Then, turning to Xianglan, she added, "What’s the use of such a trifling thing? You’re better off without it. Come to my room later. Though I may not have any famous Fujian tea or magnolia pendants, I can still offer you a cup of plain tea, a simple zither, and some ancient books. It’s nothing grand—just a quiet place for peace. Some have offered their tea to show filial piety or to curry favor with others, leaving our Second Master disgraced. Xianglan, dear, I hope you won’t look down on us like others do."
Lin Dongxiu chimed in softly, "Second Sister-in-law, you mustn’t play favorites. I’ll join you later—I’ve just received two jars of new tea, and I’ll share some with you."
With the two of them echoing each other, Xianglan grew restless. She glanced up and saw Grandmother Jiang’s face dark with displeasure, while Qin Shi’s expression remained indifferent. She wanted to look at Lin Jinlou but restrained herself.
The atmosphere was unbearably awkward. Even Jiang Feiyun, who was usually quick with words, found herself at a loss. Jiang Xiyun’s palms were damp with cold sweat. Gathering her wits, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and made a slight curtsy. "I feel unworthy of this pendant," she said. "When I was writing the poem, my elder sister pointed out that one of my allusions was too commonplace—she specifically corrected me—I—I—" Her face flushed with apparent shame as she glanced at Xianglan, batting her large eyes. "Sister Xianglan’s poem was far better, superior in its artistic conception and unique flavor. I am simply not as skilled as she is." Then, addressing Tan Luhua, she added, "Second Cousin-in-law is right—this matter was my fault from the start." By lightly mentioning the correction of a single allusion and adopting a sincere attitude of apology, she effectively silenced the others, making further criticism seem unreasonable.
Grandmother Jiang was greatly pleased, her expression softening. Qin Shi nodded and said, "It’s just a poem, after all—a bit of fun among young sisters. It shouldn’t be taken too seriously."
Lin Dongxiu smiled sweetly and remarked, "Indeed, it’s only a poem. To compete over who’s better or worse, or to resort to tricks for such a thing, is rather laughable." Lin Dongxiu excelled at verbal sparring, her words laced with hidden barbs and indirect insults, making her even more skillful than Tan Luhua.
Tan Luhua, whose anger had not yet subsided, laughed and said, "Fourth Sister is absolutely right. It’s truly a trivial matter, but unfortunately, we lack the silver tongues that please others. Some people can justify showing favoritism when giving gifts, while clumsy talkers like us can only make do with thin air."
Jiang Xiyun was furious inside. She knew that Xiu and Tan were merely jealous of her. Ever since her arrival at the Lin Family, Lin Dongxiu had spoken to her with a sour tone, all because she was being considered as a match for Lin Jinlou. Though Lin Dongxiu had married into a prestigious family, her husband was a widower nearing forty. Tan Luhua, on the other hand, had barely managed to marry into the Lin Family but was wed to a sickly son of a concubine.
She had already humbled herself and apologized—what more could they possibly expect from her in such a situation!
Grandmother Jiang’s face was like still water, but it was inappropriate for her to intervene now, leaving her inwardly anxious. Qin Shi merely stirred the tea leaves with her cup lid. Lin Jinlou remained silent, as though he had fallen asleep.Xianglan could see that Qin Shi was displeased by Tan Luhua's relentless pursuit. Although she disliked Tan Luhua's self-importance and tendency to take advantage, this woman had a sense of righteousness and some literary talent. After several interactions, Xianglan felt that Tan Luhua possessed genuine character and didn't wish to see her clash with Qin Shi over this matter. Moreover, regardless of whether Jiang Xiyun married into the family or not, Xianglan had no desire to confront her directly. Now seemed an opportune moment to show humility, so she smiled and said, "Since Second Mistress has invited me, I must go—you couldn't drive me away even if you tried. I've long heard about your fine zither, part of your dowry, and have been wanting to play it but never found the chance. However, it would be dull with just a few of us; it's better if everyone joins. Miss Xi's sister merely pointed out an allusion for her. Though it might not follow convention, her concluding couplet revealed true spirit, as everyone witnessed. For Miss Xi to claim she's outmatched shows her broad-mindedness and generosity. In truth, the quality of writing is subjective—like viewing the same flower: Du Zimei, in sorrow, said, 'Feeling the times, blossoms draw tears; hating separation, birds alarm the heart,' yet in joy, he wrote, 'The sun lingers over mountains and rivers beautiful, spring breezes carry the scent of flowers and grass.' The bold admire 'the great river flowing east,' while the refined prefer 'small bridge over flowing water.' Thus, it's natural for Second Mistress to think my writing is good, while others may prefer Miss Xi's." Noticing Tan Luhua about to speak, Xianglan subtly tugged her sleeve and continued with a smile, "I've often heard others speak of Second Mistress's father, Lord Tan, as an upright official who tolerated no corruption. His forthright nature once offended his superiors, yet he embodied the demeanor of a renowned statesman. Now, meeting you, I see the reputation is well-deserved. Really, this is all just a misunderstanding." She added lightly, "Unlike me, born into a humble servant family—I learned a few characters and couldn't resist showing off, making the Concubine Dowager and Taitai laugh at my expense. Compared to the mistresses and young ladies, I'm truly shallow."
After these words, the group was first stunned, then astonished, before falling into silence.
Out of the corner of her eye, Xianglan saw Lin Jinlou's sharp, dark eyes narrow as he gazed at her. She avoided meeting his look, keeping her head bowed low.
Aunt Xia had been sitting alone in the deep shade by the rockery, where a small table was set with fine tea and fruits. She had been quietly observing, sipping tea occasionally, until she heard Xianglan's speech. Pausing her hand, she straightened up and looked toward Xianglan, thinking to herself, "Well, well, Xianglan. I already sensed her unusual character, and indeed, her actions and thoughts differ from others'. If it were anyone else in her awkward position, they might gloat or feign ignorance, but she actually spoke like this—praising Jiang Xiyun's poetic skill to help her out, explaining the 'subjective perception' principle to ease Taitai and the others, then complimenting Tan Luhua's family integrity to resolve her dilemma, and finally concluding with 'misunderstanding.' Layer by layer, it's impeccably seamless. Rare for someone of her temperament to humble herself at the end, lowering her stance to elevate others and saving face for everyone—truly remarkable! It's a pity such quality and appearance were born to servitude, like a bright pearl cast into darkness. If only she had a more respectable background, why would she need to become a concubine? It shows how things in this world are always flawed." With these thoughts, she shook her head repeatedly.Jiang Xiyun was startled and looked directly at Xianglan, who appeared calm and composed with an elegant demeanor. She had always considered herself adept at playing the fool while hiding her cleverness, keeping her shrewdness concealed within. If she ever chose to compete, others would stand no chance. But this Chen Xianglan—clearly the one who had written the best poem just moments ago—was met with indifference. Even though their relationship was delicate, Jiang Xiyun couldn’t help feeling pity for her. Yet, not only did Chen Xianglan show no trace of emotion on her face, she even spoke such words. Jiang Xiyun reflected inwardly: if she were in Xianglan’s place, she might not have handled it as skillfully. This Chen Xianglan seemed on good terms with both Tan Luhua and Lin Dongxiu. Today, those two had repeatedly targeted her—could it be at Xianglan’s instigation?
Jiang Xiyun’s heart sank, and she suddenly felt unsettled.
Lin Dongwan gave a dry laugh and said, “Sister Xianglan is absolutely right. Fifth Cousin is broad-minded, and Second Sister-in-law is upright and principled—both deserve praise.” She then turned to Xianglan with a smile and added, “Your poem was excellent as well.” As soon as she spoke, the others chimed in agreement.
Lin Dongqi also winked at Xianglan and secretly gave her a thumbs-up under her sleeve, grinning as she said, “Xianglan makes a fair point. I still prefer her poem the most.”
Qin Shi’s expression softened, and she smiled, casting a complex glance at Xianglan. Tan Luhua, being clever, understood Xianglan’s intention and felt grateful, quietly reaching out to squeeze Xianglan’s hand. Lin Dongxiu, however, was momentarily speechless. If she were Xianglan, she would likely have wished for the situation to escalate uncontrollably. She never expected Xianglan to speak as she did, especially the final self-deprecating remarks—something she herself would have found difficult to utter. If her respect for Xianglan had grown after the incident at the temple where Xianglan risked her life to save her, now she genuinely felt a sense of closeness and even pity toward her from the bottom of her heart.
Jiang Feiyun watched Xianglan, her brow slightly furrowed in thought. Jiang Xiyun, unable to dwell on it further, forced a sweet, innocent smile and said, “I’m young and foolish, and I often handle things poorly. I still need my elder sisters to guide me.”
Grandmother Jiang quickly interjected, her face stern. “Xiyun! You were in the wrong here. Writing poetry is just for fun—why must you stir up such trouble?”
Jiang Xiyun seized the opportunity to retreat, sitting beside Grandmother Jiang and hugging her head like a plump little squirrel, whining, “Grandmother, I was wrong. Please don’t scold me anymore.” Her antics made her appear both obedient and playful, making it hard for anyone to remain harsh. Even Lin Dongqi couldn’t help chuckling.
Grandmother Jiang poked Jiang Xiyun’s forehead and said, “You troublesome child! No wonder everyone says you’re silly and foolish!”
Jiang Xiyun, noticing from the corner of her eye that the others had softened, redoubled her efforts, coquettishly protesting, “Grandmother, what are you saying? Weren’t you praising me for being clever and beautiful just last night? How can you change your mind today? I won’t have it!”
Lin Dongwan and the others couldn’t hold back their laughter, remarking, “Fifth Cousin has always been lively, witty, and amusing since she was little.”
Jiang Danyu remarked coolly, “Yes, she’s always been sharp-tongued.” But she fell silent after receiving a sharp glance from Grandmother Jiang.
Seeing that the matter was about to blow over, Jiang Xiyun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject. Smiling shyly at Lin Jinlou, she said, “These knee pads were meant as a token of my regard for you, Eldest Cousin. I hope you won’t mind the crude needlework.”Lin Jinlou smiled and said, "Fifth Cousin was so kind to give me a gift, how could I dare to complain? But since you put effort into making it by burning the midnight oil, I naturally must return the favor." He paused before adding, "However, this pendant is meant for the champion. Although Fifth Cousin writes excellent poetry, you did enlist help after all, so I'm afraid you cannot have this pendant."
Jiang Xiyun's delicate little face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She lowered her head and fiddled with her sash, appearing properly chastened and obedient.
Lin Jinlou chuckled, "I happen to have a gold ring with a pearl here, perfect for Fifth Cousin to wear." He then turned to Xianglan and said, "Remember when you return - there are several bolts of silk newly presented from the shops this year. Each of the sisters should pick one."
Jiang Xiyun stood up to express her thanks, performing a slight curtsy with fluid grace, appearing serene and elegant with her lovely demeanor.
Lin Jinlou stood up and beckoned to Xianglan, "Come here."
Xianglan had no choice but to rise and approach. Lin Jinlou held the pendant by its string and extended it toward her, saying, "Here, take it."
Xianglan hesitated slightly, raising her eyes to look at Lin Jinlou. He was already growing impatient, so he reached out, took her small hand, and pressed the pendant into her palm, saying, "Take it. You wrote excellent poetry - you deserve it."
Xianglan also performed a curtsy in thanks.
Soon the poetry judging was concluded. Lin Jinlou took his leave to attend to guests in the front. Grandmother Jiang and Qin Shi had both lost their enthusiasm due to the earlier commotion and each departed with their respective companions, leaving Tan Luhua to direct the maids in clearing the remaining feast. After Grandmother Jiang and Qin Shi had gone some distance, just as Xianglan was about to turn and leave, she heard someone say, "Sister Xianglan has such remarkable grace - not only does she write excellent poetry, but she handles everything so properly. I truly cannot compare." Xianglan turned to see Jiang Xiyun standing beside her, wearing a beaming smile.
The summer breeze whispered through the dense green shade of trees, cicadas chirped incessantly, and the entire garden was fragrant with roses climbing over trellises. Nearby, in a large grotesque-faced vat, a cluster of lotus buds waited to bloom, their jade-green leaves swaying in the wind.
Xianglan quietly observed Jiang Xiyun for a moment before smiling slightly and saying, "Miss Xi praises me too highly. Actually, Miss Xi is clever and quick-witted with countless talents. Someone as simple and slow-witted as me is the one who cannot compare."
Both women were sharp as crystal, aware they were testing each other, so they both held their positions. The maids watching them standing under the tree shade pointed and whispered in small groups, not daring to approach.
Jiang Xiyun raised her eyebrows and suddenly said seriously, "Sister Xianglan is the truly clever one. Since we're both intelligent people, let's speak plainly. You must have some idea what the elders have in mind."
Xianglan hadn't expected Jiang Xiyun to be so direct and was surprised, though she maintained a faint smile on her face without speaking. Jiang Xiyun took a deep breath and said, "To be fair, Sister Xianglan is as beautiful as a Celestial Maiden and immensely talented. Among all the noble ladies I've seen, those who can match you can be counted on one hand."
Jiang Xiyun deliberately began by complimenting Xianglan, watching her carefully. She saw Xianglan maintain a humble expression as she smiled and said, "For Miss Xi to praise me like this truly makes me feel ashamed."
Seeing Xianglan still wearing her smiling expression, Jiang Xiyun continued, "However, where Sister Xianglan falls short is in your background. Had you been born into an official's family, you wouldn't be inferior to any of us. But being one level lower in social standing, no matter how much Elder Cousin dotes on you, it's difficult for you to become the principal wife. This is heaven's arrangement, something beyond anyone's control."Xianglan said calmly, "Past lives and present existence, cause and effect cycle—some are born into great wealth and honor, while others are born into poverty and loneliness. Being of lowly birth is my fate, and I have never complained."
Jiang Xiyun carefully observed Xianglan's expression and said, "Since Sister Xianglan understands this, you should also know that the elders' current intentions revolve around the words 'marriage discussion.' With someone as precious as Sister Xianglan by my side, if it were up to my own heart, I would never wish to marry into this family. However, my family is facing turbulent times. Having received my parents' kindness for many years, now is the time when a daughter is needed. Moreover, my aunt has taken a liking to me. Whether this matter succeeds or not is another question—that is all."
Xianglan raised her eyes to look at Jiang Xiyun, whose dark, serene gaze was fixed directly on her. With a fair and tender face as radiant as spring peaches in March, the former innocence and languid charm had completely vanished, replaced by unwavering determination and shrewdness. Xianglan paused and asked, "What advice does Miss Xi have?"
Jiang Xiyun sighed and said, "Our fates as girls are never entirely in our own hands. Why must Sister Xianglan always try to outdo me? Even without the matter of the eldest cousin, 'a person lives for their dignity, just as Buddha contends for a stick of incense.' Our Jiang Family values face. I only wish to live a peaceful and ordinary life. If this matter does not come to pass, Sister Xianglan and I can still become close confidantes. If it does, we can coexist harmoniously. Why must we fight like black-eyed chickens? Don't you agree?"
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Updates have been slow these past few days—apologies, as I've been extremely busy. I stayed up late last night and squeezed in time today to write a slightly longer chapter. It's uncertain whether next week will be busy or if I can maintain the update pace, so I'll write more whenever I have time. Thank you for your understanding, and once again, I bow in gratitude!
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