"I went to inquire, and indeed there is someone named Min Feng, one of the Three Great Scholars of Jiangnan! Yesterday, he competed in a poetry contest with several scholars, but he didn't take first place. He might go again today; many people know about this, and I found out as soon as I asked!"
Xing didn't dare to look at the shadow behind the screen, only staring at his toes, holding his breath, waiting for the question from the other side.
"What?" Yao Mengxian was very surprised, her voice momentarily sharp. She clutched the handkerchief in her hand, her mind in turmoil. Why is this different from the dream? Impossible! How to explain those past happenings? Could it all be coincidence?
Lianxin and Qing Dai exchanged a glance upon seeing this. The young lady had been doing confusing things recently. Who was this Min Feng? They had never heard of him before, yet the young lady knew. They were always with her; she couldn't have contact with outside men.
