Xie Liangchen smiled at everyone, "I grew up in the countryside and I'm not good at these things. Miss Xu, why don't you start first? I'll go prepare the paper and ink for everyone."
Miss Xu had already suspected this, but pretended to be embarrassed, "How could I?"
Xie Liangchen said, "Everyone can write poetry. I have nothing else to do anyway."
Miss Xu felt an indescribable ease in her heart, "Then I'll trouble Sister Chen."
While they composed poetry, Xie Liangchen busied herself preparing brushes and ink for them. At first glance, one might think she was a maid brought along by someone, revealing the hierarchy of status.
Miss Xu lowered her gaze, hiding her joy. It's a pity Song Xian couldn't witness this, otherwise, he would regret marrying into the Xie Family. How could he associate with the wives of high officials and nobles without a good wife? Who knows if Song Xian will become a topic of laughter in others' conversations in the future.
