TFWYH – Chapter 238 Confronting Wei Ziyan

She still wanted to enjoy the show!

Tang Wan was just a village woman—how could she possibly know anything about poetry?

This time she was sure to embarrass herself.

Wei Ziyan thought darkly, practically itching with anticipation.

Very soon, it was finally Tang Wan’s turn.

“Wan-niang, it’s your turn!” Wei Ziyan smiled lightly. “If you can’t compose one, it’s fine—Young Master Yu can drink in your place!”

Ling Yu remained expressionless and steady as an old dog.

He had never once believed Tang Wan was an ignorant woman.

Wei Ziyan wanted to see her make a fool of herself—keep dreaming.

Tang Wan did not disappoint him. She wiped her mouth, raised her head, and looked calmly at Wei Ziyan before reciting:

“Silver moonlight shines on black gauze skies,
Mounted with sword, I roam the endless miles.
Drunk through fleeting years as dreams fade by,
In this vast world, youth blooms in white sunrise.”

“What a line—‘In this vast world, youth blooms in white sunrise!’” Xie Wenjie laughed heartily. “I didn’t expect Madam Ling to possess such talent. We are in awe!”

“Yes indeed! Mounted with sword, drifting through life, seeing its ups and downs, carefree across the world—this must be Madam Ling’s state of mind!”

“No wonder Brother Ling cherishes her so much—our eyes were blind before.”

Tang Wan cupped her hands. “My husband taught me well. Pardon the crudeness.”

Ling Yu shook his head with a smile.

You throw all the crappy pots at me, but for once you finally tossed me a good one!

Wei Ziyan’s face looked somewhat stiff as she forced out a smile. “Wan-niang, did Young Master Yu just teach you that? You mustn’t cheat!”

The table instantly fell silent.

Everyone could see perfectly well what the county magistrate’s daughter was thinking, but… could she not at least be subtle?

Let people enjoy the outing in peace—this was painfully awkward!

Wei Ziyan also realized she’d misspoken and forced a polite smile at Tang Wan. “Just teasing. You and Young Master Yu are one—who wrote it doesn’t matter.”

“……” Wow. Yin–yang sniping. Did a pot of Biluochun tea become sentient and turn into you?

This lady has the poetry of seven thousand years of Huaxia in her mind—why would she need to cheat?

Tang Wan was annoyed—she truly hadn’t cheated.

In many transmigration stories, the protagonist just copies ancient poetry, but she really composed her own, not copying a single line.

Being accused of cheating didn’t shame her—being mocked alongside her handsome husband, that she couldn’t tolerate!

“Fine then—give a topic, and I’ll compose one on the spot in front of everyone. See for yourself whether I cheat.” Tang Wan shot back without hesitation.

Wei Ziyan bit her lip, looking pitiful. “Wan-niang… you aren’t mad, are you? I was just joking…”

Tang Wan put on a serious face. “Not angry. I only want to tell you this—whatever poetry, calligraphy, music, painting—give me anything, and if I can’t produce something, I lose. So please stop dragging my husband into things. You’re an unmarried girl—why keep bringing up someone else’s husband?”

Everyone nearly choked on their drinks.

Madam Ling, you REALLY dare to say it!

That’s the county magistrate’s daughter! Some things should be understood but left unsaid!

Wei Ziyan had not expected Tang Wan to be so blunt. Her face twitched violently, turning extremely ugly. “You… how can you speak to me like that? I already said it was just a joke.”

Tang Wan spread her little hands. “I’m joking too. You’re not mad, right?”

Wei Ziyan was instantly choked speechless. Tears trembled in her eyes as she nearly coughed blood from anger. “Of course… I’m not angry!”

Pan Xiner couldn’t watch anymore and yelled, “What are you, to dare bully Zi Yan? You know everything—music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry—you do, right? Fine! Then paint a portrait of me! Go on!”

Tang Wan coldly rejected her. “You’re too ugly. I refuse.”

Pan Xiner snorted. “Music, chess, calligraphy, painting—yeah right. I bet you can’t do any of it!”