Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 647 - 646: Repentance

The little maid stomped her foot, looking at Yi Qianqian, and said, "Miss, Master Duan’s favorite White Plum Blossom Lamp!"

Yi Qianqian snapped out of her thoughts, her face sowhat pale, she pressed her lips together, and after a long ti, she looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Could I see the three poems written by that girl?"

The shopkeeper glanced at her suspiciously, "Just now, when that girl was writing poems, didn’t you watch?"

Yi Qianqian’s expression paused for a mont, then she shook her head.

She was firm in her belief that Shen Qinglan couldn’t possibly write anything good, so she didn’t bother to watch, only wanted to see the joke. Therefore, she had no idea what Shen Qinglan wrote.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a mont but still handed over the paper, "Be careful, miss, don’t damage it!"

On this paper, whether poetry or handwriting, in the shopkeeper’s view, it was a precious item worth cherishing.

"By the broken bridge outside the station, lonely, blooming without master. It’s already dusk with solitary sorrow, more added by wind and rain.

Unintentionally competing for spring, allowing all flowers’ envy. Falling into mud, crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the sa."

After reading the poem "Bosanzi·Yong i," Yi Qianqian suddenly laughed self-mockingly.

She always thought she was a thousand tis more brilliant than Shen Qinglan, not to ntion appearance, but her background far outpaced Shen Qinglan.

Yet only now, she realized why Duan Yunfei preferred Shen Qinglan, who had no background, over her.

Because Shen Qinglan’s beauty did not lose to hers, and her talent far surpassed. As for background?

After marrying into Yongning Manor, who would dare mock her lack of background?

"Miss, there is only one White Plum Lamp; there are other flower lamps here. If you need, you can also write a poem to get sothing else," the assistant kindly reminded.

"No need." She returned the paper to the shopkeeper and then said to her maid, "Let’s go back to the Luo Mansion."

"Go back to the Luo Mansion?" The little maid frowned, "Isn’t Miss going to find Master Duan?"

"No, I’m not!"

Yi Qianqian looked up at the full moon in the sky, saying softly, "Tomorrow morning, we’ll leave for the capital."

At this mont, she understood clearly that she had no qualifications whatsoever to compare herself to Shen Qinglan.

All this ti, she thought Shen Qinglan seduced Duan Yunfei relying on her beauty, but now it seems her thoughts were too shallow.

Not only did she underestimate Shen Qinglan, but she also belittled Duan Yunfei.

Co to think of it, soone like Duan Yunfei, a child of heaven, could hardly be shortsighted, could he? He was perfect, so the partner he sought must certainly not be lacking.

Just as he might say, her prideful appearance was essentially worthless in his eyes.

"Miss!" The little maid was shocked beyond asure; clearly, last night she was full of discontent, determined to win over Master Duan. How has she changed overnight?

"No matter how discontented, what good would it do?" Yi Qianqian set aside her usual arrogance and said with a bitter smile, "I always thought that anything I desired, no matter how difficult the process, in the end, would surely be mine. But now I understand that what isn’t mine will never be mine."

"Miss..." The little maid was accustod to seeing her master being fierce, and now, witnessing her lancholy for the spring and dreariness for the fall, felt a bit unfamiliar.

"Let’s go!" Yi Qianqian said as she walked, "Mother is right, I’m not getting any younger. It’s ti to consider lifelong matters."

The little maid’s eyes lit up, "Miss wants to return to the capital and ask the master and madam for help?"

Yi Qianqian glanced at her and smiled without responding.