Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 39 - 038 Prime Minister Residences Number One Talented

Chapter 39: 038 Prime Minister Residence’s Number One Talented Lady (20) Two More

Chapter 39: 038 Prime Minister Residence’s Number One Talented Lady (20) Two More

Fang Tuo, who was standing to the side, was the first to pick up the yellowed book, and on it was the “A River of Red” by Yue Fei.

His pupils contracted, and then he swiftly flipped through a few pages, discovering not only this poem but also others like Li Qingzhao’s “Slowly Sounding” and Li Bai’s “Bring in the Wine”.

These were all pieces Bai Zhenzhen had previously “written”.

A look of disbelief flashed across his face, finally turning towards Bai Zhenzhen with a myriad of expressions, anger, a sense of being deceived, contempt… The only thing absent was admiration.

Bai Zhenzhen snatched the rare book from his hands, flipping through it in disbelief.

She was intimately familiar with every poem inside, but… how could they be here? Her complexion turned deathly white in an instant!

How is this possible? Isn’t this world fictional? Aren’t there supposed to be no such people as Li Bai and Yue Fei? How can these poems exist? Could there be other time travelers?

But that’s not right either, if there were other time travelers, they would have already claimed these poems as their own by now. How could anyone resist the temptation of such fame and profit? How is it possible to leave the original authors’ names on them?

“How can these poems exist in this world? This is unscientific, only I should know about them!” Bai Zhenzhen murmured to herself, her face ashen.

This statement was nothing short of an inadvertent confession.

The other ministers in the study were already quite perplexed, and upon hearing Bai Zhenzhen’s words, a strange look crossed their faces.

One of them spoke out angrily, “To think she plagiarized the great works of ancient poets! I always wondered how the Bai family’s second lady, who barely knew a few characters, suddenly became so talented. It turns out to be because she stole others’ verses!”

An elder suddenly realized, “No wonder Miss Ye was suspicious how someone your age could write such a heartfelt Poem ‘Water Tune Song Head’ concerning loved ones! It turns out, you were not the true poet at all!”

At that time, they even thought Ye Shaohua was a sore loser, acting pettily!

Now, it became clear that Miss Ye had detected the suspicious points about Bai Zhenzhen all along; it was they who had judged her unfairly with their narrow minds!

Previously, they had mocked Ye Shaohua for being the leading talent because of Bai Zhenzhen, thinking that the leading talent was nothing special. Just a moment ago, they were begging the Crown Prince to go easy on Bai Zhenzhen.

Thinking that they had been played by Bai Zhenzhen, these old men who had lived for most of their lives couldn’t help blushing, so embarrassed that they wished they could bury themselves in a hole.

Bai Zhenzhen felt everyone around her, and even a young eunuch beside the Crown Prince, eyeing her with such scrutiny that she felt like she was on pins and needles, suddenly feeling like a complete fool.

Unable to stay a moment longer in the study, she covered her face and ran out!

From the leading talent, she became the biggest joke in the Imperial City.

After everyone had left, Fang Tuo turned to the Crown Prince and whispered, “It isn’t a rare book, is it?”

At first glance, the yellowed pages indeed resembled a rare book but Fang Tuo felt something was amiss when he touched it. It was clearly the color that emerged after being soaked in tea and roasted over a fire.

“Was it Miss Ye… Miss Ye who gave it to you?” Fang Tuo finally asked.

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Hearing this, Huangfu Yunzhong did not look up but continued to read a memorial, exuding refinement and meticulousness, “Whatever you think it is, then that’s what it is.”

With that answer, Fang Tuo went pale, his body trembling for a moment.

He was certain of what he thought.

When he walked out again, he moved very slowly, his silhouette appearing particularly aged.

**

The Crown Prince, forgiving past grievances, reclaimed several ministers and did not thoroughly crush the Third Prince. The common people outside sang his praises for his magnanimity and supreme talent.

Only the Third Prince himself knew that the Crown Prince hadn’t really let him off the hook.

The opponent clearly just wanted him to live to watch Huangfu Yunzhong stand above him, to long for what he could never have, to wish for death in his misery, yet be unable to die!

“Third Prince, can you please beg the Emperor to let us go?” As another beggar took away the bun in her hand, Bai Zhenzhen could no longer endure this life, smelling the stench on her body, she shook the Third Prince’s shoulders and said, “You are the Emperor’s brother, he will surely agree!”

“Aren’t you the top talent? You go, go let those scholars worship you!” Knowing Bai Zhenzhen had been using others’ poetry to deceive him, and remembering he lost Ye Shaohua because of her, the Third Prince wished he could strangle her. Hearing her words, he just scoffed coldly.

“What right do you have to speak about me? The Emperor was going to betroth Ye Shaohua to you! It was you who rejected her. It’s your own fault for being blind to people’s true natures, and now you blame me?” Bai Zhenzhen let go, the Third Prince not giving her any good attitude, so she returned the favor with sarcasm, “Do you regret it? Ye Shaohua is the wealthiest in Jiangnan. If you had married her, perhaps this whole world could have been yours!”

That sentence struck the Third Prince’s heart like a vicious stab.

Before Bai Zhenzhen appeared, he had a good relationship with Ye Shaohua; they were kindred spirits, often discussing history and strategies over chess, and he knew Ye Shaohua felt differently towards him. Yet foolishly, he chose Bai Zhenzhen later on.

Every time he thought about these matters, his heart ached.

He let out a deep breath, his face ashen as he walked towards the main street, where people avoided him in disgust, holding their noses as they passed.

The Third Prince took his broken bowl, wishing to withdraw in shame and anger.

At that moment, he heard the news echoing through the street corners about Huangfu Yunzhong’s old illness recurring, and without a crucial medicinal ingredient, even Zu Huan was at a loss.

A glint of opportunity flashed in the Third Prince’s eyes, which then twisted into cruel delight.

Was Huangfu Yunzhong about to die?

By the time he arrived at the Imperial City, several days had passed, and the entire city was wrapped in a solemn and mournful atmosphere, with white banners hanging on the city walls.

The nation was in mourning.

Literati and scholars on the streets wore plain clothes, their faces filled with grief.

Inside, the Third Prince felt a surge of joy, convinced Huangfu Yunzhong was dead.