Chapter 257 - Zhou Qinghe Stole Someone Else’s Poems
Becoming The Real Rich Daughter After Divorce
The Zhou Mansion.
Zhou Qinghe returned to her room, tossed off a cup of tea, and clenched her hands.
Zhou Shihui asked Zhou Qinghe in a low voice, âMother, whatâs the matter with you?â
Zhou Qinghe took a deep breath and said, âIâm fine. Huiâer, go back and take a rest.â
Zhou Shihui kept looking back, somehow feeling that her mother didnât look right. Looking at the crescent moon in the sky, she couldnât help thinking, is Mother missing His Majesty in the imperial palace?
Now everyone said that my mother should be the empressâ¦
Then was her father really His Majesty?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Zhou Shihui never believed that her father was that obscure literati from Yin County, but whenever she asked about her fatherâs whereabouts, her mother didnât answer her.
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It was July and the sun was scorching. If there were no ice cubes in the imperial palace, everyone would have been soaking in sweat.
Not long after Qiao Jinniang woke up, she heard the imperial maids report that Princess Jinghua had come to visit her. She casually groomed and went outside.
Princess Jinghua said, âItâs getting hotter and hotter. Luoyang is hotter than Changâan. If only there was rain to cool us off.â
Qiao Jinniang said, âYes, I didnât know the summer in Luoyang would be so hot. Luckily, I already ordered the imperial maids to make mung bean porridge. Would you want some, Sister Jinghua?â
Jinghua took the mung bean porridge handed over by an imperial maid and said to Qiao Jinniang, âYour Highness, I guess youâve found there is something wrong with Zhou Qingheâs poems too, right?â
Qiao Jinniang said, âEven Fulu has discovered it. Most poems are inspired by emotion and in accordance to the occasions the poets were on, but all her poems are sad.â
Jinghua said, âExactly. Her poems are good, but full of doubtful points. Have you read her poem âSpring In Peach Blossom Landâ?â
Qiao Jinniang nodded. âTired, I wonât comb my hair, though it is late. Things are the same, but heâs no more. Before I speak, how can my tears not pour?
âItâs said at Twin Creek, spring is not yet gone. In a light boat I long to float thereon. But Iâm afraid the grief-oâerladen boat upon Twin Creek canât keep afloat.
âThe wording is concise and implicit, which shows Zhou Qingheâs skill in refining the words and making sentences. The beauty of the poemâs artistic conception stuns me. Using a boat to carry grief, such an ingenious thought, and such artistic conception is simply amazing.
âI can empathize with the sadness of the poet through the beautiful lines.
âItâs no surprise that her poems are so popular all over the country.â
Princess Jinghua said, âYes, itâs a very beautiful poem, but there has never been a place called âTwin Creekâ in Luoyang.
âBesides, this poem was written by Zhou Qinghe five days ago when it was during the hot summer, but this poem is obviously describing a scene in spring. How could Zhou Qinghe write a poem about spring at the height of summer?
âThe girls are all enchanted by this line âThings are the same, but heâs no more. Before I speak, how can my tears not pourâ and didnât notice the suspicious part about the poem.
âAnd her âA Twig Of Mume Blossomsâ that was very popular among the women in Luoyang was written by her at a poetry meeting three days ago, when the lotus flowers were in full bloom.
âBut look what she wrote, âWhen autumn chills my mat, the fragrant lotus fades.â
âSimilarly, she wrote âThings are the same, but heâs no moreâ in the poem âSpring In Peach Blossom Landâ, yet in âA Twig Of Mume Blossomsâ, she wrote âI am longing for thee just as thou art for meâ. So does her lover love her or not?
âLet alone the strange part about her âThought in A Boudoirâ.â
Qiao Jinniang felt what Jinghua said made sense. âYes, Sister Huang, but itâs said that she wrote âThings are the same, but heâs no moreâ because she was disheartened when she returned to Changâan and found His Majesty had fallen in love with her substitute, the Empress.
âAfter she wrote this poem, His Majesty wrote to her, so she wrote the line âI am longing for thee just as thou art for meâ, and the âbowerâs gateâ in this line âWhen wild geese come, Iâll wait at moonlit bowerâs gateâ refers to the Ziwei City in the west of Luoyang.â
Jinghua said, âIt may sound reasonable, but there are many inconsistencies in time and scenery. I feel that she may have stolen someone elseâs poems.â
Qiao Jinniang looked straight into Jinghuaâs eyes and asked, âSister Huang, do you have a grudge with Zhou Qinghe?â
Jinghua had never taken the initiative to cause trouble. The last time she fell from the horse was just to protect herself.
After that accident, Jinghua had been living in seclusion at home.
Fulu even said that even a god wouldnât be able to invite Jinghua to leave her Princess Mansion.
This time, Princess Jinghua came to Luoyang from Changâan only after Zhou Qinghe showed up, but Jinghua and Zhou Qinghe shouldnât have any grudges.
After all, when Zhou Qinghe left Changâan, Jinghua was probably just a baby.
Jinghua smiled awkwardly. âNo, I just feel Zhou Qingheâs poems seem to be ghostwritten. Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. Iâll take my leave.â
As soon as Jinghua left, Lu Chen came in.
âWhat did Sister Jinghua come to you for?â Lu Chen asked.
Qiao Jinniang said, âDo you know if there is any grudge between her and Zhou Qinghe? I somehow feel that she seems to hate Zhou Qinghe.â
Lu Chen thought for a while and said, âYes, Sister Jinghuaâs mother was a female official in the Shanggong Bureau, and she died not long after giving birth to Sister Jinghua, because she mistakenly ate the tonic soup that was supposed to be given to Zhou Qinghe at a palace banquet.â
Qiao Jinniang said, âNo wonder. After all, Sister Jinghua has never been nosy.â
Lu Chen just said, âStay away from Sister Jinghua. You are not allowed to go to her princess mansion, remember?â
Qiao Jinniang laughed. âDonât worry. Even if I go to her princess mansion, I wonât take a second look at her gigolos.â
Lu Chen didnât believe Qiao Jinniang at all. He still remembered how her eyes were glued to those gigolos last time.
Qiao Jinniang changed the subject and said, âBut I think what Sister Jinghua said somewhat makes sense. Zhou Qingheâs poems seem to be ghostwritten.â
Lu Chen said, âIf so, why is that person willing to do that? Doesnât he want to be famous himself?â
Qiao Jinniang thought what Lu Chen said made sense. Those poems were classics like the Book of Songs, and should have been able to be passed down for thousands of years.
No one would be willing to surrender such excellent poems to Zhou Qinghe and make Zhou Qinghe famous.
The Luoyang branch of Myriad Taste was finally opened. Firecrackers were set off, all the dignitaries and officials came to attend the opening ceremony, and it was very lively.
Permitted by the Empress, Qiao Jinniang took Lu Xi out of the imperial palace to the Myriad Taste.
When Nuomi saw Qiao Jinniang from afar, she trotted over, and when she saw the guards beside Qiao Jinniang, she respectfully saluted her.
Qiao Jinniang motioned the guards to leave, hugged Nuomi, and patted her head. âThank you for your hard work, little Nuomi.â
âAunt Nuomi.â Lu Xi raised his head and called Nuomi.
Nuomi said, âTuanâer, youâve grown a little taller since the last time I saw you.â
âAunt Nuomi has become more beautiful and Brother Huixiang has become more handsome since the last time I saw you,â Little Lu Xi said sweetly.
In the distance, amidst the compliments of others, Zhou Qinghe and Zhou Shihui came to Myriad Taste to have fun. When Zhou Qinghe saw Nuomi, she frowned nervously.
This girl looked so much like the man who betrayed her!