Zhi’er’s round eyes were bright and sparkling, filled with joy.
"So much? Great, thank you, senior brother, and also thank you to your father."
The little guy spoke with a soft, sweet voice, extrely adorable.
Yuan Zhen laughed: "Thank you for what? You saved my life and my sister’s, it’s only right."
As he spoke, he nudged Yuan Ruxin under the table, signaling her to say a few words of thanks as well.
Yuan Ruxin was very reluctant.
She turned her eyes to look at Zhi’er, giving an insincere smile.
"Yes, brother is right, Princess Cuicuo, at such a young age, has helped twice already, we’re truly grateful."
"By the way, I’ve also heard that the princess is a disciple of the Six Kingdoms Master, Mo Yanchi, so your talents must indeed be quite impressive?"
Yuan Ruxin pointed to a round platform not far away, set up by the tea house.
"I plan to participate in today’s poetry contest organized by the tea house, and since the princess is here as well, I am eager to compete and to appreciate the princess’s poetry."
"It must be amazing, but I’m not sure whether the little princess would be willing to have a match?"
Zhi’er blinked her watery eyes at her: "My talent is quite ordinary, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you."
Yuan Ruxin chuckled: "The princess is too modest, the Six Kingdoms Master, Master Mo, has publicly declared that you are his most accomplished disciple."
"He even stopped accepting closed-door disciples for your sake; you are his youngest and last pupil."
"I assud the princess possessed so extraordinary talent."
By the final remark, the mockery in Yuan Ruxin’s eyes beca increasingly evident.
Yuan Zhen was displeased, reprimanding in a low voice: "Xinxin, today is just for tea appreciation, enjoy the poetry gathering as re spectacle!"
Zhi’er looked at Yuan Ruxin.
The small, child-like voice was calm: "You want to join you in this poetry contest?"
Yuan Ruxin raised her head and nodded.
Zhi’er blinked her big eyes: "So, do you think that if you win first place and I don’t, it ans you’re better than ?"
Yuan Ruxin frowned slightly: "Of course, otherwise, what qualifies one to be first? It must be outstanding talent!"
Zhi’er spread her small hands, sighing helplessly: "Naive and childish."
Yuan Ruxin was taken aback: "You! If you don’t dare to compete, then don’t, why lecture !"
Zhi’er’s round eyes were dark and bright, like beautiful obsidian.
In her eyes, sparkled intelligence and liveliness.
"My reluctance to compete is not because I’m afraid of you, but because such poetry contests often aren’t comparisons of true talent."
Yuan Ruxin heard this, baffled, and furrowed her brows: "What do you an?"
Zhi’er propped her chin with her little hand, took a bite of a pastry, and said leisurely: "First of all, look at the guests around us; aren’t most dressed in silk and satin?"
Yuan Ruxin glanced around, nodding suspiciously.
Zhi’er licked her lips: "I just looked at the list, and the prices for pastries at Yasi Tea House cost two taels per plate."
"That’s ten tis more expensive than ordinary tea houses! So, most people coming here for tea have well-to-do families."
"From this, it can be inferred that today’s poetry contest is likely just recreation among nobles and eminent families."
"Among them, not everyone has genuine talent. Even if there are, how do you know that so who didn’t co don’t surpass them in talent?"
Yuan Ruxin was bewildered, while Yuan Zhen’s expression gradually turned serious.
He discreetly observed the little one sitting opposite him.
Zhi’er was adorably cute, with a round little face and big eyes.
Just four and a half years old, yet already so perceptive about matters.
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