After sharing a body with her husband

Shang Lingjun then looked at Xiao Jing and said gently:

"There is one more thing. I just heard Mother talk about Miss Xuan's excellence, and I feel quite guilty. I used to think she was some kind of disreputable woman and was afraid she would corrupt my brother. I was narrow-minded. Did Miss Xuan come today? If she did, I should apologize to her."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhaoqing wore a look of utter disbelief, hiding behind his mask. What was this green tea bitch up to, pretending to be such a good person?

But she immediately understood that she must have been pretending to be clever and charming in front of Jinglang in an attempt to please him!

Xiao Jing's expression softened considerably, and he said with considerable relief:

"Ati has grown up and knows her mistakes. It's good that she knows her mistakes. Even though Axuan didn't come this time, I will definitely pass on your message."

Shang Lingjun smiled but remained silent.

Huo Chuan was utterly puzzled, his tone awkward as he asked, "Why are you saying all this to this scumbag? And why are you apologizing?"

Shang Lingjun almost burst out laughing, and had to pinch herself hard to keep her expression straight.

"Bitch"?

[I have my doubts, so I came to test you. Why are you so hostile towards Xiao Jing?]

[That villain forced you to marry Xie Zhaoqing, don't you hate him?]

Huo Chuan was even more annoyed.

Shang Lingjun's smile remained unchanged as she looked tenderly at Xiao Jing, but in her heart she answered Huo Chuan's question.

I hate them, so I absolutely cannot let those two scoundrels get away with this.

"Brother, I just heard Mother praise Miss Xuan so much, and I truly admire her. Please tell me more about her."

Xie Zhaoqing felt a little smug when she heard Shang Lingjun say that Pei Zhiying had praised her earlier, but she didn't want Shang Lingjun to bother Xiao Jing; that bitch was still annoying.

Before, my brother would always pester Jinglang, and even after he got married, he still kept pestering him.

"I heard they're calling people to pick spring tea. Aren't you going, Madam?"

Xie Zhaoqing wanted to kick the person out.

"No rush," Shang Lingjun said.

Xiao Jing was quite gratified. His greatest wish in this life was that A-Xuan and A-Ti could live in harmony and stay by his side, one on his left and one on his right.

Now Ah-Xuan can be with him openly, but unfortunately, Ah-Ti has already married someone else.

But it doesn't matter, since Xie Yan'an is useless anyway. As long as Ati comes back to her parents' home often, they can still live happily as a family.

"Come home often when you have free time. Ah Xuan is a very easy person to get along with. She has many excellent qualities. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, you will definitely be able to get along well."

Xiao Jing laughed.

Xie Zhaoqing immediately glared at Xiao Jing, but Xiao Jing didn't notice Xie Zhaoqing's gaze through the mask.

Xie Zhaoqing was momentarily annoyed and was about to stop him when an old man in a blue robe appeared. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw Xie Zhaoqing.

"Young man, your recitation of 'Countless skilled painters in the world, yet none can capture this sorrow in a painting' was truly exquisite! Come, come, don't rush off, we all want to admire your poetic talent even more!"

Xie Zhaoqing was pleased and cupped his hands in greeting, saying:

"Mr. Nan, you're too kind. I was just reciting it casually. Since you've spoken, I naturally have no choice but to comply. Please, go ahead."

She made a gesture.

At the same time, he whispered to Xiao Jing, "Don't take too long, come back to me quickly."

Xiao Jing nodded in agreement and whispered:

"Don't worry, I just want to ease the tension between you two."

Xie Zhaoqing scoffed. She despised green tea bitches like Shang Lingjun the most. What's the point of trying to smooth things over?

But she couldn't resist the feeling of being adored, so she left.

Xie Zhaoqing walked further and further away, and Shang Lingjun watched her retreating figure with a silent smile, her gaze full of meaning.

"Countless skilled painters in the world cannot capture this sorrow in a painting."

If what she had just guessed was now just speculation, she was now certain that Xie Zhaoqing's poetic talent was also fixed.

Shang Lingjun narrowed her eyes, silently asking Huo Chuan in her mind.

[Chuan Chuan, Xie Zhaoqing also recited this poem in her previous life, only three years later. I was reborn, and many things changed, including her life trajectory.]

But her poems haven't changed, her military strategies haven't changed, even her Honey Tea Cottage hasn't changed—it's just that everything has been moved up. What do you think?

Huo Chuan finally understood her intention, and he was also quite surprised by what Shang Lingjun said.

People's thoughts and ideas are ever-changing. If one's life trajectory changes, one's words, actions, and thoughts should also change accordingly. However, her remarks seemed to have been prepared in advance.

Then there's only one possibility: these things have been stored in his mind all along, waiting for the right moment for her to retrieve and use them.

Shang Lingjun deeply agreed and further speculated:

In other words, those poems and philosophical discussions weren't hers; she simply knew them and recited them from memory.

Huo Chuan suddenly remembered what Shang Lingjun had said earlier.

You mean Xie Zhaoqing keeps talking about this place?

Shang Lingjun responded, "Yes, I am a reincarnated person, and you are a ghost from many years ago. So I was wondering if Xie Zhaoqing also had this kind of secret? She composed poems at the age of three and discussed Taoism at the age of five. Were those things truly hers?"

Huo Chuan paused, then said in a calm tone:

Do you suspect she's from the future?

Shang Lingjun hummed in agreement, saying with satisfaction, "Chuan Chuan, you always know what I'm thinking. Yes, only someone from the future could read through so many poems and treatises, summarize the wisdom of their predecessors, and use it for their own purposes!"

Ancient people, ancient people, aren't they just people from ancient times?

In that case, everything makes sense.

Xie Zhaoqing's poetry is stylistically diverse, sometimes bold and unrestrained, sometimes romantic; sometimes it seems like the work of an old man in his twilight years, and sometimes it seems like the verses of a young woman in her boudoir.

This is because those poems were not written by one person!

Poets cannot write without their own life experiences; women write poems about their private lives, young people write poems full of ambition, and the elderly write poems about their frustrations and unfulfilled dreams…

Previously, many people questioned Xie Zhaoqing's poetic style, saying it didn't suit her current age, but no one could provide evidence. Instead, she boasted that she was a poet saint descended from heaven.

In her past life, Xie Zhaoqing's study was a forbidden area, and no one was allowed to enter. Even the maids who cleaned and served her were not allowed to enter her study. She personally took care of everything inside.

On one occasion, Xie Zhaoqing's son barged into the study. It was the first time she had ever lost her temper with her child, and she took it out on Shang Lingjun, blaming him for not watching the child properly.

Unfortunately, when Xie Zhaoqing faked his death and was buried, all those things were burned to ashes by the Qu family.

I'll check again when I get home to see if there's anything I've missed.

It doesn't matter if you don't have it.

There is a collection of Xie Zhaoqing's "posthumous works" poems on the market, which was collected spontaneously by his fans. It contains poems written by Xie Zhaoqing during his lifetime.

In Shang Lingjun's mind were the verses Xie Zhaoqing had written in the following years.

Does Xie Zhaoqing think she's the only one with a good memory?

Such beautiful verses must have been written by an exceptionally talented poet, so of course they were bound to be circulated widely.

However, Shang Lingjun is not one to seek fame or reputation; what is not hers is not hers, and she will not claim the title of author for herself.

What about the ancients?

We were just born in different dynasties; we are all human. What is there to be proud of?

Shang Lingjun raised an eyebrow slightly. She would block Xie Zhaoqing's every possible way out. Just wait and see.

"Ati, Ati?"

Xiao Jing waved his hand in front of Shang Lingjun's eyes, and Shang Lingjun finally came to her senses.

"What are you shouting for?"

Her tone was slightly cold, and she didn't have time to hide it.

Xiao Jing was taken aback for a moment, then said:

"I've called you several times, but you haven't answered me. What are you thinking about?"