A wicked mother swaps her son and sucks his blood? The true legitimate daughter is reborn and goes o

As Su Ling began to speak, the poetic imagery unfolded.

Its tonal patterns and rhythm surpassed many of the great poems read by the noble ladies present.

Before Su Ling could even finish composing her poem, the ladies in the room were already visibly shocked.

Just now, Princess Yu fainted and lost consciousness. Even the imperial physicians were helpless, but this Miss Su easily revived her.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but her medical skills were superb.

I never expected her to be able to write poetry, and to write it so well. The way she recited it so slowly made it seem as if the poem was already in her mind. She wrote poetry effortlessly.

With such talent, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a "talented woman".

They too were humbled and admitted defeat.

Seeing the astonished reactions of everyone, as expected, Su Ling felt extremely pleased with herself.

She knew that making these noble ladies feel ashamed was something she could do with a snap of her fingers.

And that Miss Cui from earlier...

Su Ling glanced at the woman surnamed Cui without leaving a trace. The woman was also stunned and did not realize at all that her poem had surpassed Cui's.

Xie Yunli's decision just now is very likely to change.

After Su Ling finished writing her poem, all was quiet.

After a while, Su Ling blinked and said softly, "I've made a fool of myself," finally bringing everyone back to their senses from their amazement.

Everyone was still looking at her.

"I... I didn't do well..." Su Ling said, feigning modesty.

"Ling'er..."

Xie Rouan also snapped out of her shock. She wanted to praise Su Ling, but when she called out her name, the voice that suddenly came from behind the gauze curtain drowned out hers.

"Did you write this poem?"

Behind the gauze curtain, Xie Xuanjin's voice was deep and resonant.

Just by listening to the voice, one can almost feel the emperor's imposing aura.

The young emperor seemed quite interested in the poem.

Su Ling sensed his interest and was delighted, replying, "Exactly."

A moment of silence fell behind the gauze curtain.

After a long pause, Xie Xuanjin, as if wanting to confirm, pressed further, "Did you really do it?"

The increasingly intense sense of oppression made Su Ling feel a little guilty, but she quickly suppressed it.

How could anyone in this world know the origin of this poem? She claims to have written it, but no one has any evidence to prove that she didn't!

"It was made by me, but I did it poorly and Your Majesty has laughed at me," Su Ling said softly.

The emperor's expression was obscured by the gauze curtain.

But Xie Yunli, who was also behind the gauze curtain, noticed the change in Xie Xuanjin's expression beside him.

He sat side by side with his fourth brother.

Fourth Brother's gaze lingered on Fourth Sister-in-law through the gauze curtain. None of the noble ladies' talents caught his eye, until Su Ling began to compose a poem.

Fourth Brother's hand gripped the teacup visibly tighter, and shock lingered on his face.

He asked twice more, his expression revealing a hint of nervousness. When Su Ling answered the same question a second time, saying that she had written the poem, a glimmer of light appeared in Fourth Brother's eyes.

Fourth Brother's reaction was because of the poem Su Ling wrote?

Xie Yunli frowned, gradually becoming certain that this must be the reason.

But what's so strange about that poem?

Xie Yunli couldn't figure it out.

Xie Xuanjin gradually calmed the turmoil in his heart. "This poem is very well written. I like it very much."

He likes this poem!

Su Ling's heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

She originally intended to use this poem to outshine that Miss Cui, but now she has won the emperor's favor. What does this mean?

She was indeed the woman chosen by destiny; even emperors were captivated by her.

Just as she was feeling smug, Song Qingning's voice slowly rang out:

"It's good, but..."

Song Qingning spoke.

The single "but" instantly heightened Su Ling's guard.

All the noble ladies present looked at Song Qingning.

Song Qingning was seen frowning.

Su Ling immediately guessed that Song Qingning was going to cause her trouble. She was the chosen one, and Song Qingning must be the villain. Sooner or later, she would make him pay the price.

Su Ling thought to herself, waiting for Song Qingning to continue.

She wanted to see how she would find fault.

"Miss Su, you said you wrote this poem because you missed your master. It's true that the poem describes longing, but it doesn't seem like longing for an elder at all, does it?"

Song Qingning finished speaking.

Su Ling's face stiffened.

The noble ladies also recalled the poem they had just heard.

The poem is excellent; it expresses longing, specifically the longing between a man and a woman for their lover.

In an instant, the noble ladies realized something and became even more interested. Just now, they were all shocked and envious because this young Miss Su had composed such a good poem at such a young age.

However, they did not think carefully about the problems involved.

"Miss Su's poem, expressing her longing for her lover, is quite touching. So, I wonder for whom Miss Su wrote this poem?" Song Qingning asked in confusion.

For whom was it written?!

Su Ling couldn't help but curse under her breath.

It's all her fault for being too hasty and hasty in choosing such a poem.

If it were said to be written out of longing for his master, Song Qingning would certainly continue to find fault.

If she says it was made for her lover, then she's admitting she has a lover. How will everyone else see her then?

She didn't care about others, but she did care about the gazes of the Princess Consort of Yu and the two people behind the gauze curtain.

How should I answer this?

Caught in a dilemma.

Seeing her embarrassment, Song Qingning continued, "Miss Su, you don't need to be embarrassed. Although Dajing has always relied on matchmakers, it never prevents lovers from becoming a couple."

"You miss him so much, your love is so deep, even I am deeply moved."

"Tell me who your lover is, and I will find him for you no matter where he is."

As Song Qingning spoke, Su Ling's expression grew increasingly grim.

After Song Qingning finished speaking, she glanced at Princess Yu again and said, "Princess Princess, I will definitely do my best to arrange your wedding."

"Yes, yes, that's excellent. This will repay your life-saving grace." Princess Yu echoed.

Seeing that Su Ling was biting her lip and did not answer.

Princess Consort Yu then asked Xie Rou'an, "Rou'an, do you know who that person is?"

How could Xie Rouan know that Su Ling had a lover?

She never told her about it.

But Su Ling's poem just now was indeed about missing her lover!

Such intense longing could be described as madness.

Xie Rouan looked at Su Ling with concern, "Ling'er, just tell us who that person is, and my mother and fourth sister-in-law will definitely make sure you two lovers are together forever."

Every word she uttered seemed to threaten to break Su Ling's carefully suppressed anger.

She became even more convinced that Song Qingning was a vicious villain.

Thinking of the emperor's favor towards her behind the gauze curtain, she realized that this must have aroused Song Qingning's jealousy, which was why he seized on her mistakes and relentlessly pressured her.

Su Ling cursed inwardly, but tried her best to remain calm on the surface.

But her carefully maintained composure crumbled completely after Song Qingning's next words.

She heard Song Qingning say:

"Prince Li chose a fine wife, and then Miss Su found her lover; it was a double blessing, a truly beautiful story!"

A wonderful story!

Forget about her beautiful story!

Su Ling clenched her fists and abruptly stood up.