Chapter 113: Chapter 109: This Familiarity Is the Real Deal

Pan Jiaojiao saw that Shen Jingxian had spoken, understood that she didn’t want Song Yun to leave, and forcibly swallowed her pride, glancing at Shen Jingxian with some grievance, “I really haven’t.”

This pitiful appearance made Shen Ming, who understood her, involuntarily widen his eyes.

Jiaojiao was always proud; if she were offended in public before, she would certainly retaliate immediately, domineering and flamboyant, even if the opponent was a princess, she would not yield like she did now.

Pan Jiaojiao’s attitude finally made Song Yun realize something. Could it be that, without her knowledge, Pan Jiaojiao had already sided with that woman?

This shouldn’t be. Why would the Princess target her? Could it be that she still resented the incident at the birthday banquet?

Or is this all Song Yan’s doing?

Indeed, Song Yan, it’s Song Yan who has been staying with the Princess these days; she must have said something.

The more Song Yun thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed, but now everyone’s eyes were on her and Pan Jiaojiao, and she couldn’t lose decorum.

She had already made a wrong move in answering questions just now, and she couldn’t make a second mistake.

After Pan Jiaojiao finished speaking, Song Yun immediately said, “Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I was merely discussing poetry with the Commandery Princess just now, got too excited, and lost my composure. Please forgive me, Your Highness.”

Shen Jingxian raised an eyebrow, “Oh? What kind of poetry could make Jiaojiao lose her composure like that? Why not tell us?”

Pan Jiaojiao knew nothing about poetry; they weren’t even discussing poetry earlier, so she could only angrily throw the blame back onto Song Yun.

“This poem was composed by Yun’er; she should be the one to speak.”

Upon hearing this, Song Yun seemed a bit shy and unconsciously tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, her fair wrist contrasting sharply with her slightly red ear lobes. Coupled with Song Yun’s inherently demure demeanor, her uneasy and fearful look made one just want to hold her in their arms.

Shen Ming, sitting not far from Shen Jingxian, couldn’t help but swallow at this sight. Song Yun was exactly the type he liked. He had been distracted by Shen Jingxian before, but now seeing Song Yun’s endearingly pitiable appearance again, his heart couldn’t help but stir.

Shen Jingxian: Old lecher.

Not only Shen Ming, but quite a few others present also blushed because of Song Yun’s actions, showing just how powerful her effect was.

Some women, although not exceptionally beautiful, nor making deliberate seductive gestures, captivate with every move inexplicably. This is pure allure, this is quintessential flirtation, this is Song Yun!!

At this moment, Shen Jingxian was impressed.

With a spirit of learning and curiosity, Shen Jingxian mimicked Song Yun’s action and tucked the strands of hair behind her ear.

Though she only had two or three stray hairs, two or three were still hairs; why discriminate between whose hair to tuck?

After fiddling with the hair, seeing Song Yun’s face turn green with envy and the predatory looks from those around, Shen Jingxian realized she’d mastered it.

Listening to me saying thank you, Song Yun, because of you, warmth spread through all seasons.

Not wanting her attention to be diverted again, Song Yun quickly spoke up, “Just now downstairs, many people were watching me, and I inevitably felt nervous, so I casually composed a poem in the moment. Now thinking back, I feel quite embarrassed. Just now, with the plum blossom, I was reminded of snow, and was inspired to create a poem related to snow, inadvertently causing this misunderstanding.”

Shen Jingxian gave face by following along Song Yun’s words, “Please, Miss Song.”

Song Yun gave a shy smile, but the next moment her expression changed abruptly, instantly turning from the demure girl-next-door to the confident mature woman.

Shen Jingxian felt like applauding.

A face-changer!

Coach, I want to learn too!

“Frozen clouds stretch across the peaks, pure snow dawn gleams.

Entering the window it shatters in a thousand layers, meeting the wind it slants halfway.”

Before Song Yun began to recite, many didn’t think it was a big deal, believing that a woman who wrote such a poem earlier could hardly have anything good to offer.

But as soon as Song Yun uttered the second line, everyone’s eyes changed instantly.

Shen Jingxian understood from these people’s eyes that this was a good poem.

Yet, why did it sound so familiar?

She seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

Logically, someone like her, who had no talent for poetry, shouldn’t feel familiarity towards poems. If she did, then it must really be déjà vu.

Shen Jingxian began racking her brain to think.

While Shen Jingxian was pondering, Song Yun’s poem had already successfully captured the attention of most people present. Every poetry gathering needs a poem to open the event, and undoubtedly, this poem opened beautifully!

Even Shen Ming’s gaze towards Song Yun softened again.

Indeed, earlier Yun’er was just too nervous. This is the woman he loves!

“Miss Song truly deserves the title of first talented woman!”

“Earlier we judged too hastily; here we must apologize to Miss Song.”

After reciting the poem, Song Yun reverted to her shy demeanor, unable to cope with everyone’s praise, her flickering eyes resembling an innocent fawn.

In such “helpless” moments, Song Yun instinctively looked towards Shen Ming, as if he were her pillar of support.

Shen Ming, greatly satisfied by the boost to his male ego, immediately devised an excuse to let Song Yun sit beside him.

“Surely, no one objects to the person who composed the opening poem sitting beside the Princess.”

Though it was implied sitting next to Shen Jingxian, Shen Jingxian had Gong Yu on one side and Shen Ming on the other, so sitting next to her meant being near either Shen Ming or Gong Yu.

Now, the outcome was apparent; Song Yun would certainly sit next to Shen Ming. How else could they whisper sweet nothings?

Shen Jingxian was also happy for this to be the case.

Finally, amidst everyone’s expectations, Song Yun sat by Shen Ming’s side, giving Shen Jingxian a “friendly” smile.

Seeing this, Shen Ming quickly reassured Song Yun, “Yi Fen is not the kind of person who makes trouble without reason, Yun’er, you don’t need to feel too constrained.”

Shen Jingxian: …You’ve covered both the good and bad sides with your words.

If it weren’t for the fact that Shen Ming was still useful to her, she’d already be teaching him a lesson about life about now.

Song Yun didn’t even glance at Shen Jingxian, staring straight at Shen Ming, her face full of shyness, with a hint of happiness layered within, “I’ll listen to Brother Ming.”

The implication was that she believed the Princess wasn’t unreasonable because Shen Ming made her feel that way.

Shen Jingxian really didn’t want to be the girl who instantly understood everything.

Sometimes, she couldn’t help wondering if she’d feel much better if she couldn’t decipher some people’s tea-like speech.

But thanks to that pretentious attitude irritating her for a moment, she finally remembered why Song Yun’s poem gave her a sense of déjà vu earlier.

This sister might have found a ghostwriter from modern times, otherwise how could she copy Li Shimin’s “Watching the Snow”?

Shen Jingxian looked at Song Yun, who was still basking in everyone’s praise, feeling a bit unwilling to burst her bubble, but that unwillingness lasted only a second.

“Miss Song, did you just compose this poem?”

Song Yun nodded proudly, “Naturally.”

“Then why do I feel as if I’ve heard it somewhere before?”

Song Yun’s body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly gathered herself, “Your Highness, even as a Princess, you cannot slander someone so lightly.”

Song Yun’s voice trembled slightly, yet she remained “strong” in her confrontation with Shen Jingxian, truly pitiable to behold.

Shen Ming was about to launch into a script laden with trust and conviction, but Shen Jingxian cut it off with brutal pragmatism before it could begin, “Do you know there’s a second half to this poem?”

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