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Su Ling was furious; she wished she could tear Song Qingning, who always ruined her plans, apart.

The flower-viewing banquet continued, and the old princess even asked Song Qingning to take a look, which meant that the selection of the princess still had to take Song Qingning's opinion into account.

This is very disadvantageous for her.

She would follow along and observe the situation.

Su Ling's innocent expression remained unchanged. "Your Majesty, Princess Consort, Sister Rou, may I go? I love lively atmospheres."

She blinked, her eyes full of anticipation for joining in the fun.

Everything was as Song Qingning had expected. She smiled, her expression ambiguous.

"Of course, Ling'er, you can stay by my side for a while," Xie Rou'an said.

The flower-viewing banquet was held in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion.

For this occasion, Princess Consort Yu brought out almost all the flowers from the flower room, a riot of colors and a breathtaking sight.

A banquet was held in the pavilion in the backyard.

Today, the noble ladies have been invited to a flower-viewing banquet. Ostensibly, it's for flower viewing, but everyone knows that Princess Yu is here to select a suitable wife for Prince Li.

Behind the pavilion, a thin gauze curtain partially obscures the view.

Outside the gauze curtain sat noble ladies from various families, and behind the gauze curtain were Xie Yunli and Xie Xuanjin.

This scene was very similar to the birthday celebration of Princess Yu, except that Song Qingning was not present that time, but this time she was sitting in the main seat.

The noble ladies present, whose mothers had a good relationship with Song Qingning or whose fathers held Mingyuexian in high esteem, all praised her highly.

Having heard so much about her, even noble ladies who rarely had contact with Song Qingning had come to know her somewhat.

The more I learn about it, the more I like it.

They envied her for being a woman yet able to lead troops and fight enemies like a man, and for serving as an official in the court. They also envied her for marrying the Prince of Huai and being protected by Empress Dowager Meng.

The Prince of Huai ascended the throne, though he had not yet appointed an empress.

But I heard from my father, who was in the court, that once, a fifth-rank official who had just been promoted to the capital had a daughter of marriageable age in his family, so he proposed to select a concubine.

The memorial was submitted in the morning.

The minister was demoted back to his original post, a demotion of three ranks, and the order was issued at noon.

That very evening, the minister packed his bags and left the capital to take up his post.

From then on, no official in the court dared to mention the selection of imperial concubines again.

In the emperor's harem, there was only Song Qingning. Now that Song Qingning was pregnant, the emperor cherished her even more.

They didn't dream of becoming concubines in the palace, but they did want to marry a good husband.

Prince Li was on good terms with the Emperor, and was the best in both appearance and character.

Among the noble ladies, there were quite a few who had always admired Xie Yunli.

Almost all the noble ladies hoped to be favored by the old princess and Prince Li today, so each of them did their best.

Some played musical instruments, some performed dances, some composed poems, and some even practiced sword dancing.

The noble ladies were all raised by their families to the standards of a matriarch, and Song Qingning was very satisfied with them.

However, it is Xie Yunli who is to marry, and he should be able to choose who he wants to marry.

Her purpose was not to choose a wife for Xie Yunli.

Instead, it's about forcing someone to reveal their true colors.

Song Qingning smiled and glanced at Su Ling sitting next to Xie Rouan.

As the noble ladies displayed their talents, she and Xie Rouan whispered innocently, praising each one as amazing and beautiful, as if they admired each and every one of them.

But even she herself didn't realize that her disdain was so strong that it occasionally leaked out.

These ancient women played musical instruments, composed poems, performed dances, and wielded swords.

That's all the skills they have.

The music was unoriginal, the poetry was pedantic and boring, the dance was pointless and uninteresting, and the swordplay was nothing more than fancy moves.

Unfortunately, she couldn't play the piano, dance, or wield a sword.

But she can recite poems!

Any one of these songs could easily surpass the talents of these noble ladies.

A glint of light flashed in Su Ling's eyes as she secretly selected a poem to amaze everyone present.

She was thinking very seriously and didn't notice Song Qingning's occasional scrutinizing gaze on her.

All the noble ladies displayed their talents, and Song Qingning praised them generously, "The women of our Dajing are skilled in both literature and martial arts, and can sing and dance. Each family raises their daughters very well. Miss Ye's zither skills are superb, Miss Cui's literary talent is outstanding, Miss Yang's dance is graceful, and Miss Liang's swordsmanship is even more superb."

"Everything is fine..."

Song Qingning called out the roll one by one.

Those whose names were called were overjoyed, as if having gained Song Qingning's approval meant they were one step closer to the marriage.

"They are all very good!" Princess Yu was also very satisfied.

She didn't know Song Qingning's purpose, but she knew that Yun Li was sitting behind the gauze curtain, listening to everything outside.

Song Qingning was choosing for him, and he listened.

She knew this was cruel to Yunli.

But it's best to make him give up eventually.

Princess Consort Yu gave a wink to the maid beside her, signaling her to ask which noble lady pleased the prince.

The maid obeyed and went inside the gauze curtain. In the dim light, the maid whispered to Xie Yunli.

Outside the gauze curtain, the noble ladies looked slightly nervous, wondering who would be chosen by Prince Li.

Behind the gauze curtain, Xie Yunli seemed to be pondering. After a while, he spoke in a low voice, vaguely uttering the word "Cui".

Immediately, the noble ladies all subconsciously looked at Miss Cui.

Su Ling followed the noblewoman's gaze and saw the man.

It's the one who wrote the poem!

With a hint of disdain in her eyes, Su Ling didn't bother to carefully select from the countless masterpieces she could remember, and hastily chose one.

"May I write poetry?"

As the noble ladies were immersed in their envy of Miss Cui, Su Ling's voice rang out, trembling slightly.

All eyes immediately turned to them, surprised and silent.

"Ling'er, you can write poetry?" Xie Rou'an was also surprised.

During the time she had known Su Ling, she had no idea that Su Ling could write poetry.

"You grew up in the mountains, learning medicine from your master, how could you...?"

Xie Rouan was very puzzled.

Su Ling had already prepared her explanation: "Master enjoys refined pursuits. When he drinks and is slightly tipsy, he often composes poems. I've heard him do this a lot, so I can do a little bit too. I only know a little bit and didn't mean to embarrass myself. But when I heard Miss Cui composing a poem just now, I thought of Master, so I wanted to compose a poem as a way to express my longing for Master."

She wrote poetry not to compete with noble ladies.

It was merely a way to express grief.

Song Qingning raised an eyebrow, seeing through it but saying nothing.

"I see." Xie Rou'an felt sorry for Su Ling, then asked Song Qingning, "Your Majesty, may I...?"

"Of course!" Song Qingning said.

She wanted Su Ling to take the lead so that she could gradually reveal her true intentions to everyone.

"Miss Su, please." Song Qingning smiled at Su Ling.

Su Ling stood up, bowed, her face still showing an innocent expression, but her heart was full of self-satisfaction.

It was as if he had already foreseen the scene of him "composing" a poem and stunning the entire audience.

She chose a poem called "Painting Hall Spring" and then began to tell the story slowly.