"Any doubts?" A trace of displeasure flashed across the emperor's face. For some reason, he didn't like Ling Yufei either. Although she had a stunning appearance, she was also the most talented woman in Nanling Kingdom.

"Fei'er has never read the poems written by my sister, because she has always been a stupid person and has never learned to read, write or write poems." Ling Yufei's tone deliberately paused because she had already heard the whisper below.

He whispered, and then continued, "But today, my sister is able to compose poetry, so Fei'er would like to ask the emperor to let me see the poems written by my sister so that I can learn from them."

On the surface, Ling Yufei's words seemed to be harmless and even full of humility, but Ling Yuwei knew her true intentions very well.

Ling Yufei just wants everyone to know that she used to be a stupid person, and then let everyone question her poems, because it is impossible for a stupid person to write poetry.

Ling Yufei's goal has been achieved, and the other wealthy ladies present cast questioning looks at Ling Yuwei.

Seeing such a scene, a proud chuckle flashed across Ling Yufei's lips. She raised this question in front of everyone. She believed that even if the emperor and queen wanted to protect Ling Yuwei, there was nothing she could do.

In short, no matter what, she would never believe that Ling Yuwei could write poetry, and she would make a fool of herself in front of so many people today.

The Emperor indeed did not expect that Ling Yufei would raise such a question. Although he knew that she was deliberately making things difficult for Ling Yuwei, he could not refuse in full view of the public, so he was prepared to agree to her request.

Since Nangong Yi has read Ling Yuwei's poems and kept her, it means that there is nothing wrong with her poems, and Ling Yufei should not be able to find any faults even after reading them.

"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Just when the emperor was about to speak, Nangong Yi's deep and magnetic voice slowly sounded.

The entire hall instantly became quiet, but after Nangong Yi finished speaking, someone present expressed their admiration.

"What a beautiful poem!" A clear and sweet voice sounded.

"It is a clever poem with a beautiful artistic conception. It is indeed a good poem." Another gentle and pleasant voice sounded.

More and more compliments followed, and everyone was guessing who actually wrote this poem.

Ling Yuwei frowned slightly. She did not expect that Nangong Yi would read this poem out, nor did she expect that everyone would react so violently.

What would the author of this poem, Mr. He Zhizhang, think if he knew that his masterpiece was so popular in this time and space?

"Excuse me, Third Prince, who wrote such a good poem?" Some bold women couldn't help but asked Nangong Yi curiously.

"The person who wrote this poem is Miss Prime Minister's Mansion..." When talking about Miss Prime Minister's Mansion, Nangong Yi paused deliberately and gave Ling Yufei a cold look.

He had already seen through Ling Yufei's intentions, but she wouldn't succeed this time.

Nangong Yi's behavior made everyone present think that the poem was written by Ling Yufei, and they all looked at her with approval.

Everyone seems to be saying that she is indeed the most talented woman, and the poems she writes are really unique.

But Ling Yufei knew very well in her heart that this was not a poem written by her, and a strong bad feeling arose in her heart.

Because Nangong Yi has already said that this poem was written by the Miss Prime Minister's Mansion, and since it's not her, it must be Ling Yuwei.

But how is this possible? How can a person who has never learned to read or write write such a good poem?

She didn't believe it, there must be some hidden secret in it.

"Ling Yuwei." Nangong Yi paused for a long time before saying Ling Yuwei's name. He believed that this would surprise everyone present.

As expected by Nangong Yi, as soon as he said Ling Yuwei's name, everyone present looked at each other, some even widened their eyes, as if they couldn't believe it was true, and they all turned questioning glances at Ling Yuwei.

"What a poem, Weier really hides it deeply!" The emperor couldn't help but admire it after hearing it. Although he was a little surprised, he was very happy.

"The emperor has rewarded you, Wei'er just suddenly had an inspiration." Ling Yuwei didn't say anything. Anyway, she was just waiting to see what Ling Yufei could do.

"Weier, please stop being modest. This is indeed a very good poem." A hint of surprise flashed in the queen's eyes. Even she didn't know Ling Yuwei had such a talent.

"I didn't expect that my sister's poems are so good. I really admire her." Ling Yufei tried her best to smile and said gently. In fact, her heart was filled with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred.

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to make Ling Yuwei look embarrassed, but I didn't expect that it was self-defeating and made her steal the limelight.

Now not only the other rich ladies look at Ling Yuwei with admiration, but even the emperor and queen are full of praise.

More importantly, it seems that Nangong Yi also likes the poems written by Ling Yuwei.

Ling Yufei felt more and more uneasy, and all kinds of worries and fears gradually came to her mind.

"Okay, this is the end of the first round of selection. Let's move on to the second round of selection - the talent competition." The emperor didn't want to hear Ling Yufei continue talking, so he announced the start of the second round of selection.

When Ling Yufei heard about the talent competition, a confident smile appeared on her face again, because she was the most talented woman in Nanling Kingdom. Not only was she good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she was also good at singing and dancing.

She was confident that no one here could compare with her, so she no longer worried.

At this moment, Ling Yuwei had already made up her mind to give up this round of selection. She was just here for a formality, so she didn't care about the result.

Also, she doesn't like singing and dancing, and she doesn't know anything about music, chess, calligraphy or painting.

In the past, when I was in school, all my time was spent on studying. But after I started working, all my energy was put on my work, and there was no extra time to learn to play the piano or draw.

"Weier, why don't you come first." After listening to Ling Yuwei's poem, the emperor already regarded her as a talented woman, so he was looking forward to her show of talent.

"I...I don't know how." Ling Yuwei was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the emperor would let her perform first. Not to mention that she was unwilling, even if she was willing, she wouldn't have any talent to show off.

As soon as Ling Yuwei said these words, everyone present looked at her in disbelief. Isn't this too much of a contrast with just now?

Nangong Yi's eyes quickly flashed with doubt, could she really not know how?
Chapter completed!