HRPM – Chapter 213 Making Things Difficult for Her Isn’t So Easy (4)

“Isn’t that true? Just look around this hall — who here can’t compose poetry? That only proves poetry is one of the simplest things there is. With my intelligence, if I bothered to learn it, I’d definitely be ten times better than you. I simply can’t be bothered learning something everyone already knows. If you want to prove your ability, you should learn something nobody else can do. For example, doing business. I doubt there are many people in this hall who know how. That is difficult. That is what truly tests real skill.”

“Since Miss Shangshu thinks she’s so impressive, then why don’t you learn how to do business and show me? What’s so amazing about being able to write poetry? Not being able to write it is what’s rare~~ Unfortunately, aside from writing poetry, you don’t seem to have any strengths at all. And you’re so narrow-minded too. How pitiful~”

The minister’s daughter was left utterly speechless by Jin Luoluo’s confident stream of twisted logic. Her chest heaved violently, and she nearly coughed up blood from anger before her maid hurriedly helped her back to her seat.

“Does anyone else wish to challenge Miss Jin?” the Empress asked, her emotions rising and falling like a roller coaster.

This Jin Luoluo truly was extraordinary. Everyone had clearly thought she was at a disadvantage and expected her to lose the next moment.

Yet in a sudden reversal, she used her razor-sharp tongue to completely turn the situation around.

As soon as the Empress finished speaking, another indignant person immediately stepped forward.

“Miss Jin, if you can’t write poetry, then surely you at least know musical instruments! Music is common entertainment in any prosperous household. You can’t possibly know nothing about it, can you? Then please perform a piece for us, so we may also witness Miss Jin’s legendary talents.”

“I can’t play instruments either.”

Jin Luoluo shamelessly spread out her hands.

“I, Jin Luoluo, am not like parasites like you who live off imperial salaries, squatting at home all day spending the common people’s hard-earned money while playing music and pretending to be refined. My time is extremely valuable. I need to work hard earning money to support myself and the thousands of employees under me. That kind of elegant pretentiousness from pampered freeloaders? I really can’t learn it~~”

“You’re calling me a parasite?”

“Am I wrong? If you’re so capable, then try earning enough money to support yourself. Someone who can’t even feed herself still dares make things difficult for a hardworking elite like me. You’d better pray your father behaves himself and doesn’t do anything that costs him his official hat. Otherwise, once a parasite like you loses your backing, all you’ll have left to eat is the northwest wind.”

The woman rolled her eyes from rage and was defeated as well, staggering away with her maid supporting her.