At that moment, waves of cheers came from the Peach Blossom Forest.
"Miss Wang is truly a great talent!"
"This poem is simply wonderful!"
Zhi Wan and Ouyang Zhenzhu had just arrived when they heard the chorus of praise.
Ouyang Zhenzhu glanced at the commotion ahead and curled her lip. "It's Wang Yanran."
Zhi Wan had heard a little about the young lady from the Wang family. She was said to be of superior character, talent, and beauty, and was highly sought after by the young masters of the Capital's noble families.
"Poetry is so boring. Let's go wander somewhere else," Ouyang Zhenzhu suggested.
Zhi Wan wasn't fond of crowds either, so she nodded in agreement.
Just as the two were about to leave, a young lady recognized Zhi Wan and called out, "Isn't that Miss Zhi Wan?"
Wang Yanran, who was surrounded by a crowd and soaking in their praise, heard the name and asked the person beside her in confusion, "Who is Zhi Wan?"
