Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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“Princess, are you also laughing at me?” Wen Lingshan said discouragedly when she saw Yun Qianyu’s stunned expression.
Yun Qianyu came back to her senses in an instant, and when she saw Wen Lingshan’s resentful eyes, she realized that she had lost her composure.
“No, I just feel it’s not worth it for you!”
“Not worth it?”
“It’s obvious that he planned a hero appearance, just to please his beloved. I didn’t expect that you, a sincere person, would fall in love at first sight.” Yun Qianyu revealed Shen Shaokang’s purpose in one sentence.
“Are you saying it was planned and all fake?” Wen Lingshan said in disbelief.
“Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can see it! Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence that Liu Piaopiao was there too?”
“Big brother and second brother said so too!” Wen Lingshan’s budding love was ruthlessly crushed.
“Your big brother and second brother said so, why don’t you believe it?” Yun Qianyu was very surprised.
“I thought they said that on purpose because they didn’t want me to like Shen Shaokang!” Wen Lingshan lowered her head embarrassedly and turned the tea bowl in her hand. She thought so because she knew that Shen Qiuming, the prefect of the capital, and her father were not on good terms.
“Then why don’t you think about what Shen Shaokang has been doing?” Yun Qianyu was speechless at Wen Lingshan, the little white flower.
“Haha!” Wen Lingshan gave an awkward smile.
Yun Qianyu shook her head, looked up at the sky, and said, “I still need to go to the High Pavilion. Do you want to come with me?”
Wen Lingshan immediately said with a bitter face, “My token only allows me to go to Qingyuan Hall.”
“Oh, then wait for me for a while. I’ll go check it out and be back soon. I’ll take you to a place for lunch at noon.”
“Great, it’s a deal. If you dare forget me, I’ll sleep here,” Wen Lingshan said excitedly.
“I won’t forget you!” Yun Qianyu said, and she stood up and gracefully headed towards the High Pavilion.
Feng Ran wanted to follow, but Wen Lingshan said, “Guardians are not allowed in the High Pavilion.”
Feng Ran paused, but still caught up, gave Yun Qianyu her token, and told her that guards were not allowed in the High Pavilion and that he would wait for her here.
Yun Qianyu took the doorplate and ascended the stone steps that led to the pavilion. There were about thirty of them, and in front of them was a tower. Pushing open the door, she saw a simple interior.
There were only a few tables and chairs, and not many people, only seven or eight, all studying the poems hanging on the walls and beams. It was obvious that these poems were written by those who had entered Yaxuan.
Yun Qianyu’s entrance didn’t disturb anyone else. She slowly peered inside, starting from the poems at the door. Even without reading the content, just looking at the calligraphy was a delight! It was a fusion of the strengths of hundreds of schools, each with its own unique charm!
The poems ranged in content, from romance and love to commemorating eternal memories, expressing lofty ambitions, and even expressing frustration.
Seeing this, Yun Qianyu finally understood the purpose of Yaxuan!
It was both a place of spiritual sustenance and a perfect place to be appreciated! Here one could make friends, learn, and complement one’s own shortcomings with the strengths of others! You could also meet a Bole who can recognize a good horse[1]!
Anyone who could come to the High Pavilion must be a person of extraordinary talent. Yun Qianyu looked at them one by one, and everyone’s expression was very focused. They carefully watched the works of others and tried hard to absorb what was useful to them!
Yun Qianyu lowered her eyes and walked out of the High Pavilion.
The High Pavilion was the pavilion that she saw when she stood at the door of Yaxuan. Standing here, she realized that the High Pavilion was located very high. Looking into the distance, the bustling crowd on Tianjie Street was completely visible!
The wind blew up her skirt, and her hair danced in the wind. After late autumn, winter was about to come. Even though Nanlou Kingdom was located in the south, it still made people feel a little cold when climbing up.
“Your servant greets Her Royal Highness the Princess!”
A woman’s gentle voice came from the side, and Yun Qianyu turned her head to look.
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[1] Bole is frequently associated with the fabled qianlima (“thousand-miles horse”, which was supposedly able to gallop one thousand li (approximately 400 km) in a single day. Qianlima became a Chinese expression for people with latent talent and ability; and Bole recognizing a qianlima was a metaphor for a wise ruler selecting talented shi “scholar-officials”. Thus, geniuses in obscurity were called thousand li horses who had not yet met their Bole”.