"Ah?"

"Oh?"

The ladies were once again astonished.

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Mrs. Lin said, "The largest bookstore in the whole capital city belongs to our family."

“All the books circulating among the people in this city, whether from street vendors or elsewhere, have passed through my hands. Tell me, could I be lying?”

"My goodness!"

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The ladies were utterly shocked and immediately swarmed around Yang Ruqing, encircling her in the center.

Even Lian Muxiang didn't know where they had squeezed her to.

"Miss Yang, you are so amazing! I admire you so much!"

"Ms. Yang, could you please sign your name for me?"

“Miss Yang, could you spoil it for me? Who did Bao Yu end up with in the end?”

"Miss Yang, is it truly that Madam Feng can no longer have a son? Will Second Master Lian support Ping'er's rise to power?"

A swarm of problems, like a violent storm, descended upon Yang Ruohua.

Looking at these ladies who were once so prim and proper, even looking down on her, now they have transformed into fervent fans, swarming around her, chasing after her like stars surrounding the moon...

Yang Ruqing felt like a superstar all of a sudden.

Now, all we need is a spotlight, hahaha...

No one complimented Han Ruyi, who had just won. Even the few ladies from her own camp...

Upon learning that the original author of Dream of the Red Chamber was actually Yang Ruqing, one by one they abandoned their stances and flocked to Yang Ruqing's side, completely turning into black fans.

Han Ruyi's side, stood maidservant Pin'er.

All the maids wanted to come over because they were also reading that book. But since Han Ruyi was their mistress, they held back and didn't move.

No one had ever gone out of their way to flatter the capital's first talented woman, Han Ruoyi. Instead, Yang Ruoqing became the center of attention, everyone's darling.

At this time, Yang Ruqing had also changed from her previous carefree and relaxed demeanor when she was eating pastries and sunflower seeds.

She stood tall with a serene and elegant smile on her clean and simple face.

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Faced with questions from all directions, she answered with ease, cleverly resolving each one without giving away any spoilers.

It satisfied fans' curiosity without spoiling the plot, and successfully aroused their enthusiasm and pursuit for this show.

It wasn't until the end of the event, when everyone had left, that she realized what had happened. The poetry and prose gathering, which usually took place every three years, had somehow transformed into a book launch for her.

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Oh, shame on me, shame on me...

Yang Ruqing was the center of attention here, while on the other side, Han Ruyi, who had been given the title of "First Place" and should have been praised by everyone, was completely ignored.

Even those girls who had been singing along with her before, all turned against her.

Rin also really wanted to go and join the fun, but she didn't dare.

"Miss, don't be angry. I don't believe Yang Ruqing could have written something like that. There's a high probability the original author is someone else." Pin'er said.

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Han Ruyi glared at Pin'er and said, "Be quiet."

“Since Mrs. Lin has said that the original author is this Yang Ruoheng, then it must be her,” she said.

Mrs. Lin is not only the wife of Mr. Rong, but also a descendant of a famous family in Suzhou.

In the capital city, almost all books and manuscripts circulating on the market and among commoners were products of Lady Lin.

Books from outside the capital city, or books from the capital city going to lower-level prefectures and counties, all had to go through Mrs. Lin's hands.

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She was the largest and most authoritative bookseller in Daqi, with a wealth of resources and connections to many bestselling authors.

So, since she said that the Yang Ruoheng in front of her was definitely...

Han Ruyi was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

After all that, I thought it was just a country hen. Turns out, it's a golden phoenix flying out from the mountain lair!

It's infuriating, so infuriating!

"P'er, let's go home!"

Han Ruyi said, getting up and walking toward the exit with a cold face.

He was so flustered that he didn't even bother with the proper etiquette of bidding farewell to Mrs. Lin.

When everything was over, Mu Zichuan sent Yang Ruqing back to the shop at Ximen's gate. As the carriage slowed to a stop, Mu Zichuan discovered that Yang Ruqing had fallen asleep against the inner wall of the carriage.

This girl, she's really worked hard today.

In one breath, she wrote so many poems. Moreover, even she herself didn't know that over the past year, the best-selling novel "Dream of the Red Chamber" in the capital city was actually written by her!

"Qing'er, we're here," he said softly.

If possible, I really don't want to wake her up.

Yang Ruqing woke up and only when she opened her eyes did she realize she had fallen asleep.

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"Huh? Is it already here?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

It seems like I just closed my eyes, and here we are.

Yawnin g as she got out of the car, she told Mukizuka: "It's too late, I won't invite you in to sit!"

Mùzǐchuān knew she would say that.

"You, young lady, are going overboard with this avoiding me thing, aren't you?" he said with a wry smile.

Yang Ruqing playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "Hehehe, when it's time to avoid, you still have to avoid, right?"

“Well then, I’ll go in first. Let's get together another day when Tang YaZi is back and have a meal at Cui Zhu Lou.”

She was speaking, about to turn and go in, when she was stopped by Mu Zichuan.

“Qing’er, I still have a few questions I want to ask you. Could you spare me a few more moments?” he asked.

"What are you saying?" asked Yang Ruqing.

Mu Zi Chuan walked over and looked her up and down.

"Were both of those poems written by you?" he asked.

Yang Ruqing was taken aback, then nodded.

"Yes, indeed."

I can't say that I plagiarized it from my past life, can I?

“Was that also written by you?” Mu Zichuan asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded again, her old face not flushing at all now.

A strange light flashed in Muzi Chuan's eyes.

Although I haven't seen it myself yet, I've heard quite a bit of talk. It seems to be making quite a splash in the capital.

"Just see how those noble ladies' attitudes toward you change tonight. It seems like I should go buy a copy to read tomorrow as well," he added.

Yang Ruqing smiled, "That book, women like to read it more. You're used to reading the classics of sages, I'm afraid you won't be able to get into it."

Mu Zi Chuan smirked and said, “No way, I love reading anything you write.”

Yang Ruoqing nodded. "Okay."

“Is there anything else?” she asked.

Mu Zichuan said, "There's none left."

Yang Ruqing said, "Okay, then I'll go in first. You should get some rest too."

Before she had taken a few steps, Mu Zichuan suddenly called her back.

"What's up?" she asked, a bit puzzled.

Mu Zi Chuan said: "The matter at the shop has been handled, and Feng Tang went to Xishan hunting grounds."

“What are your plans for the next few days in the capital?” he asked.

Yang Ruqing thought for a moment, and said, "That's right, it is a bit boring."

Mu Zi Chuan said, "Just these few days I'm also rather free. I heard that the peach blossoms on the outskirts of the city are in full bloom. If you're willing, I'll come pick you up tomorrow..."

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