Zhi’er stood up: "Hey! Lord Xu!"
Xu Zhong didn’t even turn his head.
Yuan Ruxin saw it and mocked with a sneer: "Why pretend to be so noble, winning but not taking the money."
Zhi’er, who was always good-natured, was imdiately displeased upon hearing this.
With a "slap," her small hand hit the table.
Startling Yuan Ruxin to quickly look at her: "What are you slapping for!?"
In Zhi’er’s clear dark eyes, there was full of anger.
"How can you speak like that? He earned first place by skill, yet you publicly mock and doubt that he can’t afford to study, accusing his poetry of being fake."
"Scholars have their pride. Maybe he attended this poetry competition today as a last resort, and you saying that in public, where is his dignity."
Yuan Zhen softly advised: "Junior Sister, calm down; be careful not to hurt your hand from hitting."
Zhi’er ignored him and only glared at Yuan Ruxin: "Being pampered and arrogant is your personal choice, but you shouldn’t affect others!"
Yuan Ruxin, having been scolded, felt bewildered.
"Why are you standing up for him, who is he to you? I was just expressing my doubts, what’s wrong with that?"
"Besides, didn’t you say, this poetry gathering is just for fun? Is winning or losing that important?"
"I think it’s just that poor scholar, he can’t afford to play, he’s out of money and still emphasizes his dignity!"
Zhi’er’s rosy cheeks puffed up in anger.
She criticized: "If winning or losing isn’t important, why do you keep asking for a rematch?"
"If you want to beat , we can find a ti to compete alone, why make things difficult for soone who truly works hard!"
After speaking, the young girl stood up.
Her exquisite dark eyes were cold.
"Yuan Ruxin, you have a good background and haven’t suffered, that is your fortune."
"But don’t take it for granted that everyone is like you, having such blessings."
"Don’t use your inherent advantages to mock those less fortunate than you."
"Those thirty taels might only be a al to you, but to others, it could be life-saving silver!"
Zhi’er finished speaking and turned to leave the tea house.
The Xiu Luo Envoy waiting at the door imdiately clasped his fists in salute.
The young girl commanded: "Quickly chase after that scholar just now!"
She walked together with the Xiu Luo Envoy.
Everyone inside Yasi Tea House, coming to their senses in shocked silence, erupted into applause.
It was for Zhi’er’s words.
Yuan Ruxin felt herself scolded thoroughly and was on the verge of tears with grievance.
She looked at Yuan Zhen: "Brother! She, she dares to treat like this!"
The look Yuan Zhen gave Yuan Ruxin was full of disappointnt.
"Think carefully, in such a public place, you really shouldn’t have been so rude."
After speaking, Yuan Zhen placed the silver for the bill on the table, then quickly got up to follow Zhi’er.
"Junior Sister! Wait for !"
Yuan Ruxin couldn’t help but cry when even her brother ignored her.
A curious person went to find Yuan Ruxin’s poetry to look at.
She insisted so much on the competition, surely she has extraordinary talent?
But upon looking, they were astonished.
That person exclaid in surprise: "Isn’t this the work of Talent Zhang Changyu from Yan Country?"
As soon as these words were out, everyone gathered to see.
They were like boiling hot water.
"It truly is Talent Zhang’s poem, it seems this girl plagiarized!"
"Since it’s plagiarism, how can she have the nerve to compete and bully the scholar!"
"So despicable! Such a person has neither talent nor morals!"
Yuan Ruxin ignored arguing with them, feeling utterly disgraced, and hurriedly ran away.
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