Chapter 270: Written for a Girl Named Wang Xing

“Actually, Sister Wangxing is not that Young Master Lin’s cousin,” Madam Wang said with a smile.

“Oh? What do you mean by that?” Qi Yu was somewhat surprised. “Does Madam Wang know that talented scholar with the pen name ‘Zhen Dishuai’?”

“I do.”

Madam Wang nodded.

Although Madam Wang also felt that exposing Lin Xun’s name like this was quite improper,

the singing at Luo Lake and the final publication of the lyrics and music required Lord Qi’s official certification.

If she didn’t tell Lord Qi about Mr. Lin’s real name, then the poem would ultimately be ‘Gifted by Zhen Dishuai to Miss Wangxing.’

But Madam Wang wanted the poem to become ‘Gifted by Lin Pei to Miss Wangxing.’

The two clearly had feelings for each other, yet they were tormenting one another; Madam Wang wanted to give Wang Xing a push, even if it was just a single step.

At the same time, Sikong Wangxing pulled Nong Qin and Zhu Ling toward Luo Lake.

Seeing that the old grandfather was no longer chasing them, Sikong Wangxing also slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Zhu Ling was very curious.

That Big Bad Guy was often missing; could it be that he went to the Poetry Garden to compose lyrics?

But why was Sister Wangxing at the Poetry Garden?

And why did Sister Wangxing become that Big Bad Guy’s cousin?

And just what kind of poem did that Big Bad Guy write?

And more! Could it be that the Big Bad Guy was not only accompanying her but also Sister Wangxing and Sister Qinger?

No way? How could he possibly split himself like that? How does he manage his time?

Zhu Ling’s heart was already filled with one big doubt after another, her curiosity piqued.

“Wang—”

Just as Zhu Ling really couldn’t hold it in and wanted to ask Sister Wangxing what was going on, Jiang Nongqin gently pulled Zhu Ling’s small hand and shook her head at her.

Only then did Zhu Ling realize that Sister Wangxing was walking down the street as if she had lost her soul.

Sister Wangxing seemed to be thinking about something, or rather, she was immersed in something.

She looked like she had a lot on her mind.

Zhu Ling slowly closed her cherry-like mouth and did not disturb Sister Wangxing.

It wasn’t until Wang Xing almost bumped into a lantern pole on the street that Jiang Nongqin gently pulled Wang Xing’s wrist.

“If Sister Wangxing keeps walking forward, she’s going to hit the pole,” Nong Qin said with a smile.

“Sor… sorry.”

Wang Xing’s cheeks were slightly flushed. Her affectionate appearance was as pure and lovely as a narcissus, yet it also carried the charm of a rose, making one easily want to pull the girl before them into a tight embrace.

“Actually, at the Poetry Garden, I… I…”

Wang Xing wanted to explain, wanted to cover for Big Brother Lin, but she hesitated, not knowing where to start.

“It’s fine, Sister Wangxing doesn’t need to explain anything.” Jiang Nongqin shook her head. “Sister Wangxing, the time is almost here. Let’s go release ice lanterns.”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm! Releasing ice lanterns, releasing ice lanterns!” Zhu Ling hopped on her feet in agreement.

“Alright then, let’s go release ice lanterns.” Wang Xing suppressed her thoughts and smiled with curved eyes.

Lifting her head, Wang Xing looked at the sky full of stars reflecting the myriad lights of the city.

The poem Big Brother Lin wrote tonight under a pseudonym would surely spread far and wide.

But Big Brother Lin used an anonymous name, so no one would know who he was, and Madam Wang wouldn’t say much either.

As for the ‘Wang Xing’ in the title…

Madam Wang said the two words ‘Wang Xing’ were a gift to her.

But was it truly Big Brother Lin gazing at the starry sky and writing from inspiration, or was it truly a gift to her?

“Is it that Sister Qinger won’t allow Mr. Lin to take a Secondary Wife, or is it that Sister Wangxing refuses to truly tell Mr. Lin her inner thoughts?”

The words Madam Wang had spoken earlier echoed in the girl’s ears once more.

The girl lowered her eyes slightly, her slender hand subconsciously pressing against her heart; within her robes were the verses he had handwritten.

Carrying a carving knife, a winter lantern, and various trinkets for decorating it, Lin Xun rushed toward Luo Lake.

To allow the tourists and citizens to better release ice lanterns, the Luo City government had Cultivators responsible for using spiritual power to light the ice lanterns along the entire Luo River bank and many specific streets.

However, the Luo Lake shore was the best location, so there were many, many people coming there to release ice lanterns.

Fortunately, the Luo Lake shore was very large, and there were many bailiffs maintaining order; everyone entering Luo Lake needed the bailiffs’ permission.

Otherwise, let alone releasing ice lanterns, it would probably be hard to even turn around at Luo Lake.

Seeing it was Lin Xun, the Luo City bailiffs naturally let him in.

“If Husband didn’t come soon, I was going to go looking for you.”

On a small hill by the lake, a girl kneeling on a picnic cloth smiled brightly upon seeing Lin Xun’s arrival.

“There were just too many people buying ice lanterns.”

Lin Xun breathed a sigh of relief, set down the ice lanterns, and took off his shoes to step onto the cloth.

Beneath the cloth was compressed snow, but this cloth was special and had a self-warming effect; Lin Xun knew it was given to his wife by that Female City Lord of Luo City.

“Brother Lin, Sister Qinger.”

Yaya’s friendly voice came from not far away.

Lin Xun and Jiang Qingshang turned their heads to see Yaya running over with her short legs, followed by several cute little girls.

And behind the little girls followed a group of people.

Besides guards, there were their fathers and mothers, as well as the fathers’ concubines.

“Is Husband envious?” Jiang Qingshang leaned against Lin Xun, her small hand already reaching for his waist.

“Not at all!” Lin Xun didn’t hesitate for a second. “Having Qinger alone is enough for me! The life of these wealthy bastards would only lead me to corruption!”

“Is that so?” Jiang Qingshang smiled brilliantly. “That’s a pity then. I was originally thinking that if Husband was envious, it wouldn’t be impossible to take a concubine.”

Lin Xun: “…”

Lin Xun naturally wouldn’t believe Qinger; otherwise, he felt his head would have been touring the world on a steamship long ago.

The fathers of Yaya’s friends were all very familiar with Lin Xun. The families stepped forward to exchange greetings, and then the maids placed several thick cushions on the snow and set up stoves, making it like a winter outing—which it essentially was.

Lin Xun chatted and joked with Old Sun and the others, while on the other side, Old Sun’s family members were chatting with Jiang Qingshang, with the concubines serving them from the side.

Just as Lin Xun was having a pleasant conversation with Old Sun and the others, he suddenly felt a jolt!

Madam Sun: “Does Sister Qinger know that a new poem appeared in the Poetry Garden tonight?”

“A poem?” Jiang Qingshang asked.

“Yes indeed.” Madam Liu said, her face half-hidden behind a fan as she chuckled. “I heard that poem is quite beautiful. The melody name is newly created, and the title is ‘Wang Xing’.”

“Wang Xing?”

Madam Qin: “I heard this poem was written by a poet who gazed at the starry sky and was moved by the sight.”

Madam Zhao: “No, no, no. I heard it was written by a talented scholar for a girl named Wang Xing.”