Chapter Four, the heart is more bitter than autumn lotus.

She began to feel conflicted. What should she do to avoid this unnecessary trouble? She pondered deeply but couldn't come up with a win-win solution. She could only gather her courage and say, "Thank you, Master Yan and Miss Yan, for your kindness. I am already engaged since childhood, so I'm afraid..." She looked very distressed.

Ice Moon stood up innocently. Mingyue no longer looked at her, but turned her attention to the arena. Only to see a man on the stage taking a few steps forward, arching his hand and saying, "Welcome everyone, I am Yan Zhao, a businessman from the capital who loves scholars. Today is my daughter's thirteenth birthday, coinciding with the Lantern Festival. I am grateful to see scholars from all over the world." The man on the stage turned his head and looked at the woman behind him. The woman understood and walked up, bowing to the audience. Yan Zhao shouted again, "We are holding a throwing embroidery ball today, hoping that heaven will give my daughter a chance." Today is my daughter's thirteenth birthday, coinciding with the Lantern Festival. I am grateful to see scholars from all over the world." The man on the stage turned his head and looked at the woman behind him. The woman understood and walked up, bowing to the audience. Yan Zhao shouted again, "We are holding a throwing embroidery ball today, hoping that heaven will give my daughter a chance."

Like a piercing gaze from the icy moon, she looked at their backs with a flat mouth, appearing somewhat sorrowful. Seeing this, Rongruo looked helpless, let out a sigh, and called out to Mingyue's back, "Shiwei, let's go together."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the audience were eager and began to prepare. The young woman on the stage indeed had a very delicate and attractive appearance. It was only natural for people to be envious.

Just a destitute and defeated family.

The bright moon and the rain just now were very taciturn, and they glanced coldly at the meddler. The meddler shuddered all over and closed his mouth sullenly. The bright moon looked at the embroidered ball in her hand, gritted her teeth, made up her mind, took a step forward, and walked towards the arena. What's the big deal? It's an easy problem to solve, what's there to be afraid of?

The bright moon looked at the embroidered ball in her hand, and was momentarily at a loss. What should she do? She couldn't possibly let her marry her, right?

The ice moon remained silent, only lowering its head and rubbing the ground with its feet, showing its gloomy mood.

It turns out that both of their names contain the character "月". It seems that they are destined to be entangled from the moment they were named. Mingyue then smiled and said, "Bingyue."

The embroidery ball was lifted up, and the woman took it out of the large plate. Looking around, she appeared at a loss. She clenched her teeth tightly, seeming very nervous. Presumably, she cared a lot about this embroidery ball throwing, after all, it was related to her lifelong event.

Just out of the poetry society, it was dusk, and the sky gradually darkened. It was a bit dim. But before they reached the central street, it was already lit up with lights from thousands of households, illuminating the entire street. In fact, the sky was still visible, and people were so eager to decorate with lanterns and decorations, it seems that they really like this festival and can't wait. The bright moon looked around and asked, "Where is the throwing of the embroidered ball?"

This is indeed an interesting activity. The bright moon smiled. But the drizzle on the side laughed and said, "Throwing the embroidered ball? Wow, isn't that very interesting and lively?"

A famous wealthy businessman in Beijing actually made the Pearl of the Palm his concubine? This is unheard of and seems like a fantasy. The image of Mingyue moved everyone present, what kind of talent could make Yan Zhaoyan show such favor?

Occasionally, the poetry society is hit by a strong fragrance. The bright afternoon sunlight quietly spills onto the window sill, emitting a faint light through the white paper. Rongruo quietly gazes at the fair-skinned scholar in front of her and smiles, "I wonder where Mr. Lu lives?"

The bright moon smiled and said, "I occasionally visit the capital city for leisure. I reside in Suzhou. It is merely a decline in my family's social status."

The bright moon stood still, watching the two people pass by her side. A cold smile appeared on her lips, as he still couldn't bear to see Bingyue sad. But he didn't know that she was feeling so sad at this moment.

If Rongruo doesn't say anything for a moment, the girl next to her interrupts, "Unexpectedly, since the young master has come here, he must have come out of admiration. Even if you return to Suzhou in a few days, we can still communicate during these few days."

Listening to his tone, there was a hint of sarcasm towards her. Unable to help but laugh or cry, could it be that Rongruo sees her as a "supposed rival"? Feeling somewhat helpless, she could only change the subject, "I wonder where the other six people are?"

The girl smiled and said, "Don't call me Miss, my name is Bingyue."

Mr. Yan is absolutely right. Lu is only fourteen years old this year and still young.Mingyue spoke in a humble tone, appearing refined and courteous. She thought that because of her young age, Yan would let her go. However, Yan instead looked at her with even more appreciation and said, "Although you are young, you speak so eloquently. You must come from a noble family."

If at this moment, Rongruo suddenly said, "Shiwei, you really are naturally skilled, you even directly called out my name."

He looked her up and down, his eyes seemingly revealing a satisfied expression. He said, "You don't seem very old, young sir."

Upon hearing these words, Mingyue was dumbfounded, and the others around him were also bewildered.

Looking at the young woman on the stage, alas, it's such a pity, she is nothing more than a pawn with no choice.

What are you staring at? Hurry up and get on stage! A certain busybody on the side cheered happily, as if he had won a prize, feeling very pleased.

She took a deep breath, it seems that this gentleman has set his sights on her as his son-in-law. However, as long as she cannot compose poetry, he cannot force her. But... She couldn't help but look down and saw Rong Ruo looking at her with anticipation, it seems that he has high expectations for her. His companion Qian Yu appeared even more melancholic than her, his eyes kept telling her not to compose poetry and to come down quickly.

However," Yan Zhao's eyes became cunning at this moment, "to win the embroidered ball, one must also compose a poem or lyrics to be considered successful."

Rongruo focused on his pen-holding posture. The girl beside him pushed him and said, "Cousin, look at you, you've gone back into it again." Rongruo then put down his pen, apologized to Mingyue with a smile, and said, "My previous Chinese teacher didn't teach me the proper pen technique and gestures. I just imitated it myself. I got carried away for a moment. I apologize for my rudeness."

The girl standing aside giggled, "Master Lu seems to be very knowledgeable about calligraphy."

Huh? Isn't it still early? Leaving so soon?

When the bright moon moved, the audience who had been quietly observing the changes suddenly burst into enthusiastic applause, as if she had just won a beauty pageant. She walked up slowly, and casually glanced at the young woman on the stage. Unexpectedly, her simple glance made the woman blush. She awkwardly smiled, walked up to Yan Zhao, and bowed.

Four people approached a house neither quickly nor slowly. There was a large platform on the house, with a middle-aged man and a young woman standing on it. The crowd gradually became dense, causing some pushing and shoving, making it quite uncomfortable. Rongruo protected Bingyue beside him and scolded, "Look."

I don't want to ask about appearances, but which one is more excellent between Master Lu's fiancée and the young lady?

Rong's complexion also appeared more composed, "Today is the Lantern Festival, we should all go to the streets to admire the lanterns."

Four people walked aimlessly, wandering around, until they suddenly became restless and started running in one direction. From their actions, it seemed that something interesting was happening. Rong Ruo looked and laughed, "See, I told you so."

After he said that, some people who were originally eager became discouraged and lost interest. Mingyue looked at Yan Zhao on the stage and felt a sense of admiration. Originally, this throwing embroidered ball to choose a spouse was an extremely outdated activity, and the people who came were mixed, and those who caught the embroidered ball might be commoners or ruffians. However, when Yan Zhao added that he wanted to compose poetry himself, the effect was completely different. There are only two types of people who can compose poetry: scholars and children of officials. However, when Yan Zhao added that he wanted to compose poetry himself, the effect was completely different. There are only two types of people who can compose poetry: scholars and children of officials. Scholars understand etiquette and can gain fame through the imperial examination. Yan Zhao is a merchant, and money can elevate his future son-in-law. If he is a child of an official, that would be even better. In ancient times, the status of merchants was the lowest among scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. If they could climb up to the rank of "scholar," it would be an added bonus. They would have both power and wealth. In ancient times, the status of merchants was the lowest among scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. If they could climb up to the rank of "scholar," it would be an added bonus. They would have both power and wealth.

Upon hearing it, Bingyue smiled widely at Rongruo, took her hand, and followed along.

Even Rong Ruo joined in, "Congratulations."

This woman is quite eloquent, beautiful and knowledgeable. No wonder Rongruo is fond of her. Mingyue couldn't help but glance at Rongruo, seeing her deep and smiling eyes, saying to the woman, "Only you, my cousin, can say that."

The bright moon waves its hand repeatedly, "It's just a casual doodle, casually showing off charm, but actually it's nothing special."

She had no intention of borrowing this embroidered ball. She took a few steps back, but the crowd was too crowded, and she couldn't move at all. There seemed to be no sign of anyone catching the ball in front of her. Perhaps Yan Zhao's words had scared off many people.

The bright moon pursed her lips and looked at the two in front of her, as if she only cared about her. However, this youthful affection seemed like a dream and was truly elusive. She turned to the front rain and said, "Let's go take a look." After speaking, she nodded to Rongruo and Bingyue, and as she was about to turn around, she said, "My family's pageboy loves excitement, so I'll take him to have a look." After saying that, she made eye contact with the front rain, and the two of them walked out. She turned to the front rain and said, "Let's go take a look." After speaking, she nodded to Rongruo and Bingyue, and as she was about to turn around, she said, "My family's pageboy loves excitement, so I'll take him to have a look." After saying that, she made eye contact with the front rain, and the two of them walked out.

Only saw the embroidered ball hit her arms hard, and she reflexively caught it. As soon as she caught it, a large crowd began to applaud, and some people around said, "Congratulations, congratulations."

When Bingyue saw someone coming, she became interested. "I also want to go, but...," she said with regret. She looked eagerly at Rongruo, only to see that Rongruo remained unchanged. "Those places are full of danger, it's better not to go."

Rongruo shrugged and said, "I don't know, I've only heard about it."

Yan Zhao instead smiled and said, "As long as there are appropriate opportunities, the results will be completely different."

Ice Moon's response: "It seems that before nightfall, the daughter of a wealthy family threw an embroidered ball, and everyone was eager to go see it."

No, there are six people here, all of whom are literature enthusiasts, gathering together to exchange ideas. I see that you, sir, have great elegance. Why not join our poetry society? Rongruo's gaze was intense, which startled Mingyue. However, her intention was not the same. She immediately smiled and said, "I will be returning to Suzhou in a few days, as I have plenty of energy but limited capacity."

The girl stuck out her tongue at Rongruo, appearing quite playful. Mingyue felt gloomy in her heart, watching them display their affection in front of her. Although she felt a bit jealous, she behaved gracefully and said, "Since the young lady has spoken, I will obey."

When she looked over at them, she hesitated for a moment, but her gaze unexpectedly locked onto them. Mingyue was taken aback. Who was she looking at? Before she could react, she saw the embroidered ball coming straight towards her... She was startled. Could it be...? Could it be that she had taken a liking to her?

No harm, it's good to find some enjoyment. The bright moon smiled and said, "But is this poetry society in the capital only for the young master and the young lady?"

She thinks, in this way, she should be able to get away, right?

A person with manners would naturally answer like this: "Miss Yan is undoubtedly more beautiful, but since the decision has been made, one must take responsibility. Therefore, Mr. Lu can only disappoint Mr. Yan's kind intentions."

It's beyond imagination that, instead, this Yan Zhao nodded with a face full of satisfaction. "Young Master Lu is so affectionate and righteous, such a rare man is hard to find. I, Yan Mou, truly appreciate Young Master's character. Since the young lady has gained Young Master's affection, I, Yan Mou, am willing to become a concubine."

Hehe. "The bright moon smiled and said, "Some things, onlookers talk about, and the parties involved are also drawn in." This is the power of the masses.