Everyone present thought that the two sisters had an enviable relationship. But Ling Qingwan knew that Ling Chuchu looked down on her from the bottom of her heart, so how could she really think she was good
How could a girl who grew up in a mountain valley compare to the most talented woman in Tokyo, a real princess. Ling Qingwan glanced at Ling Chuchu from the corner of her eye, and seeing the gentle smile on her face, she couldn't help but feel sick.
"Oh? Really? What talents does the Second Miss have? Can you show us one or two?" The Queen was very interested and asked Ling Qingwan to perform her talents.
Ling Qingwan was not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so what could she perform? Besides, the Queen just mentioned that Ling Shenshi was a rare talent when she was young. If she performed poorly, she would also lose face for Ling Shenshi.
Ling Chuchu first lifted her up, and then watched her fall down. This move was quite powerful.
"Wanwan, what are you standing there for? Get on the stage quickly." Ling Chuchu urged Ling Qingwan, exerting force on her hands and pushing Ling Qingwan forward.
Ling Qingwan calmly shook off Ling Chuchu's hand.
"Your Majesty, I have lost contact with the Marquis' Mansion since I was young. I grew up in the countryside and have never been exposed to music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. I am afraid that my performance will not be good and I have wasted everyone's time. Please forgive me." Ling Qingwan openly admitted her background and her shortcomings.
Compared to hiding it, it is better to be open and aboveboard. Everyone knows Ling Qingwan's background, so they can understand it, and the matter will be over.
Later, Ling Chuchu went on stage to play the piano and sing, which attracted praises from everyone present. Ling Qingwan didn't feel anything. Ling Chuchu was already very talented, and she deserved the limelight.
When the young ladies finished their talent shows, more than a dozen princes and nobles came over and mingled with the noble ladies. Ling Qingwan suddenly realized that this was not a flower-viewing banquet, but a party for these men to choose their ideal wives.
After learning the real purpose of holding this banquet, Ling Qingwan lost interest even more. She found a secluded place, drank tea and admired the flowers by herself, completely ignoring the surrounding situation.
If she had known what the Queen meant, she would never have come even if she pretended to be sick.
Just as she was feeling depressed, a man in a silver-gray brocade robe stood beside Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan turned her head and looked the man in front of her up and down. She knew this man. He was the eldest prince, Song Zhiqing's half brother.
"Your servant Ling Qingwan pays homage to the Crown Prince." Ling Qingwan saluted.
Ling Qingwan didn't pay much attention to Song Zhicheng, who was just a stranger she had only met once before and had never interacted with before. After all, they didn't have much contact in their previous life, so it should be the same in this life.
"It seems like this is the first time you meet me. How do you know my identity?" Song Zhicheng chuckled and chatted with Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan was stunned, then she withdrew her gaze and continued to look at a peony in full bloom not far away.
"Just now when you came down from the stage, I heard someone calling you like this. Originally, there were only a few men present today, and they all came from wealthy families, either rich or noble, so it was not difficult to remember someone." Ling Qingwan responded calmly without revealing the slightest flaw.
"It just so happened that I noticed you from behind." Song Zhicheng's mouth curled up and the smile on his face became even wider.
Ling Qingwan frowned.
Judging from what Song Zhicheng said, did he also consider her as a candidate
"I think the eldest prince must have misunderstood." Ling Qingwan turned her head and looked into Song Zhicheng's eyes. "I came to the palace today just to enjoy the flowers."
I don't want to cause more trouble, so I'd better make things clear in advance. Without waiting for Song Zhicheng's answer, Ling Qingwan found an excuse and turned to go somewhere else.
Song Zhicheng watched Ling Qingwan walk away until her figure merged into the crowd and could no longer be seen. Only then did he come back to his senses with a lingering feeling.
"The second young lady of the Marquis' Mansion looks gentle, but her temperament is even more arrogant than the eldest young lady. It is an honor for her that you are willing to talk to her, but she is putting on airs." The servant also looked down on Ling Qingwan.
"It has only been a short time since she returned to Tokyo City, and the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince have already been courting her one after another. If I were her, I would be proud too." Song Zhicheng had a look of understanding.
"So what do you think of her?" The servant was frightened and couldn't help asking Song Zhicheng.
Regardless of Ling Qingwan's background, she was coveted by Song Zhiqing and Wei Xun. If Song Zhicheng got involved at this time, he would definitely have a grudge against the two of them.
This would be like playing with fire and getting burned. Song Zhicheng has always been cautious and rarely acts so rashly.
"Since ancient times, heroes have been unable to resist the temptation of beautiful women. Wei Xun is one of them, and of course me too." Song Zhicheng's eyes were slightly dimmed, and his eyes were full of smiles.
"But… "
"I'm a little curious about what the woman who makes Wei Xun unable to stop looks like." Song Zhicheng couldn't hear what the servant said at all. His mind was attracted by Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan didn't know, she just thought Song Zhicheng was just chatting with her. After all, in his previous life, Song Zhicheng had to call her his brother's wife. As the saying goes, a brother's wife should not be bullied. Ling Qingwan never thought that Song Zhicheng would set his eyes on her.
All of this was due to Wei Xun. If it weren't for Wei Xun, Ling Qingwan might not have had so many problems.
On the other side, Tan Jiao also noticed Ling Qingwan.
The Seventh Prince, the Crown Prince, and now even the First Prince have been hooked up by her. Tan Jiao was unwilling to give in, tightly grasping the teacup in her hand, not noticing the tea splashing on her hand.
"Ah Jiao." A woman in a watercolor-like long gown came over and called Tan Jiao affectionately.
Tan Jiao finally came to her senses and wiped the tea stains off her hands in panic.
"What's wrong? What are you looking at?" An Yi looked around, curious about what Tan Jiao was staring at so intently.
"I was just a little bored and distracted. I didn't see anything." Tan Jiao laughed. She found a random excuse to put An Yi off. "By the way, when did you return to Tokyo City? Why didn't you come to play with me?"
Tan Jiao pouted and started playing with An Yi.
"The annual banquet will be held soon, and it's a time for family reunion, so my father brought me back to stay for a while. I just arrived at the palace this morning, so I didn't have time to visit you and brother Hongbo." An Yi explained. "Now I see you."
Tan Jiao was completely focused on Ling Qingwan, looking at her from time to time. An Yi noticed something unusual and followed Tan Jiao's gaze.
"Are you looking at the second young lady of the Marquis' Mansion?" An Yi asked Tan Jiao with her head tilted.
Tan Jiao was thinking about how to deal with An Yi, when suddenly her eyes rolled and an idea came to her mind.
"You don't know, in the six months since you left Tokyo City, her appearance caused quite a stir, and even the Seventh Prince and my brother were implicated." Tan Jiao sighed repeatedly, looking heartbroken.
"What's going on? What's going on with Brother Weixun and Brother Hongbo?" An Yi was curious and asked hurriedly. "Could it be that Brother Weixun really likes her?"
An Yi was surprised, her eyes widened.
She had heard some rumors, but An Yi always thought it was hearsay and could not be taken seriously. She knew very well what kind of person Wei Xun was.