HRPM – Chapter 211 Making Things Difficult for Her Isn’t So Easy (2)

The woman cast a meaningful glance at Jin Luoluo’s stiff “zombie legs” and covered her mouth as she laughed.

“Now that I’ve seen Miss Jin today, you truly are extraordinary. The noble young ladies of the royal court can hardly compare to you…”

Everyone in the hall could naturally understand the hidden sarcasm behind those seemingly flattering words, and laughter immediately rippled through the room.

“‘Exceptionally talented’ is too much praise, but compared to me, you people really are far behind. I didn’t expect you to possess such self-awareness.”

Jin Luoluo shamelessly fired back in a loud voice.

The woman had originally intended to mock Jin Luoluo’s strange appearance and humiliate her, but unexpectedly, not only did she feel no embarrassment whatsoever, she even turned it around and insulted them for being inferior to her.

The woman’s expression immediately turned awkward. She had assumed from Jin Luoluo’s earlier crude behavior that she was some foolish girl who would not even realize she was being mocked.

Who would have thought she would respond with such sharp-tongued and overbearing words?

The Empress smiled faintly.

“Miss Shangshu’s daughter makes a fair point. This has always been the custom at banquets, and Luoluo also seems full of confidence and ready to accept everyone’s challenges. Why not let Miss Shangshu begin first?”

Having just been verbally blocked by Jin Luoluo, the minister’s daughter was naturally unwilling to let it go. Since she was being asked to pose the first challenge, she fully intended to make things difficult for her.

“Tonight is such a beautiful occasion, with flowers blooming and the moon full. Then let Miss Jin compose a poem praising the moon for us.”

She looked provocatively at Jin Luoluo.

Xiao Che knew that although Jin Luoluo was sharp with words, her abilities in poetry, literature, etiquette, and music seemed disastrously poor. He immediately grabbed her hand beneath the table and began writing words on her palm.

“I’m not cheating,” Jin Luoluo whispered.

Xiao Che was puzzled.

“If you don’t cheat, are you really going to let that woman humiliate you smugly?”

“Even if I can’t compose one, she still can’t humiliate me.”

If she really wanted to cheat, she could casually quote poems from the Tang and Song dynasties and absolutely astonish the entire hall. But she had always disliked plagiarizing others’ work.

So what if she couldn’t write poetry? What was the big deal?

Thus, Jin Luoluo loudly and unapologetically declared:

“I can’t write poetry.”

That single sentence silenced the entire hall.

Expressions flickered across everyone’s faces, and their eyes gained an extra layer of contempt.

At royal banquets, composing poetry was an ordinary matter. Anyone attending such events who could not write poetry was simply humiliating themselves and would be regarded as an uncultured country bumpkin lacking education.

Yet Jin Luoluo had openly admitted she could not compose poetry.

Wasn’t that the same as admitting she was uncultured?