Hey, you are reborn too?

The one accompanying the Queen Mother was Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian was still wearing a dark suit with golden auspicious cloud patterns on the cuffs. His skin color was light and seemed a little pale.

Jiang Mian's sword-like eyebrows were slightly raised, and his light-colored pupils were as sharp as an eagle. His nose was straight and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was keeping people at a distance.

"Ouch," the Queen Mother cried softly as she came to the seat with the Queen's support. She looked helpless and held her waist with her hands. "My waist, ah, it's an old problem. The imperial doctors have often seen it, but it never gets better. Forget it, today is a festive day, so let's not talk about it."

"Ah," the Queen Mother pounded her waist a few times, her eyes dim and unclear, as if she was looking into the distance, thinking of some past events, and sighed softly, "I am old and useless."

Because Xie Yongwei was the legitimate daughter of the general's mansion, she sat closer to the main seat. She tilted her head slightly and allowed her sensitive ears to hear everything about the empress dowager's illness.

In between toasts, Xie Yongwei, with the help of the person sitting in front of her, was able to clearly see the Empress Dowager's complexion and condition.

Xie Yongwei lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and smiled. She could cure this disease!

As Xie Yongwei expected, the Queen Mother held a flower-viewing banquet largely for her ninth princess, Jiang Ying.

"The scenery in the Imperial Garden today is very beautiful," the Empress said with a kind face, looking up at the seats of the young masters, and said meaningfully, "I heard that beautiful scenery should be accompanied by good poems. Anyone here, are you willing to stand up and compose a poem?"

She paused, smiled and said, "If anyone writes a good poem, I will reward him handsomely."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became lively, and everyone was discussing. Xie Yongwei was not in a hurry. She elegantly picked up the tea on the table in front of her and took a sip.

If she remembered correctly, that person was the one who dominated the poetry-writing session at the flower-viewing banquet in her previous life.

The third prince - Jiang Min.

"Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager," a young boy stood up, his voice tender and his cheeks slightly red, "I would like to write a poem to cheer you up."

Xie Yongwei raised her eyes and saw that it was the young master of the Duke's Mansion.

The young prince really tried hard to perform in front of his beloved Ninth Princess.

Xie Yongwei lowered her head to look at the small table in front of her, calmly picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and began to taste it by herself.

Well, it tastes really good, it’s worth it that I love it for two lifetimes!

Looking at Xie Yongwei's eyes that were curved into crescent shapes, Jiang Mian's gaze shifted to the osmanthus cake in Xie Yongwei's hand.

She has always liked sweets.

The corners of Jiang Mian's mouth rose slightly unconsciously, and the coldness in his eyes gradually melted away, and what surged up was endless affection and desire.

Xie Yongwei finished a piece of osmanthus cake, and the young master had also finished writing his poem.

Hearing the familiar verses, Xie Yongwei remained unmoved.

To be fair, in both of these lives, she thought that this poem was just doggerel at best.

Obviously, everyone agreed with Xie Yongwei's opinion. After listening to the prince's poem, everyone was silent at first, and then it was the same as Xie Yongwei's memory of her previous life. The princes seemed to have suddenly gained courage and stood up to ask to write poems.

"Your Highness the Queen Mother, Your Highness the Empress, I am sorry for my embarrassment!"

"Your Highness the Queen Mother, Your Highness the Empress, I also have a poem to offer you!"

Listening to the gentlemen vying with each other to present poems, Xie Yongwei felt bored and ate piece after piece of the date cake in front of her.

When will His Royal Highness the Third Prince appear and steal the show?

"The poems of the gentlemen," the Queen Mother said with a smile in the interval between the people competing for poems, her eyes gently sweeping over a place, "I think they are all good."

The Queen Mother stared at that place, paused and said, "Min'er, what do you think?"

"Grandmother, I also think that the poems written by you gentlemen are excellent."

A steady voice came from the main seat, neither hurried nor slow, with just the right amount of distance.

Xie Yongwei put down the date cake in her hand and stared at the man in the purple and green auspicious cloud robe. She felt very happy and even wanted to clap her hands and laugh.

She finally waited for Jiang Min to appear, and her ears, which had been tortured by those poems for a long time, were finally liberated.

"Min'er," the Queen Mother obviously felt the same as Xie Yongwei, and smiled kindly, "I've always heard from your father that you are quick-witted and your poetry is unmatched. Taking advantage of today's beautiful scenery, why don't you also present a poem to cheer everyone up?"

"My dear grandmother, I am sorry for embarrassing you," Jiang Min said, cupping his hands, his cheeks slightly red. "My dear grandmother, I am not in the mood to compose poetry today. Please let me go."

"Hey, how can this be possible?" The Queen also joined the "battle" with a teasing smile on her face, and looked at Jiang Min intently, "Min'er, since it's the order of the Royal Grandmother, you can just write a poem on the spot."

Xie Yongwei knew that some of the girls around her were secretly looking forward to it. The reason was simple: when these girls talked, they had no idea about the volume of their voices, and always thought that only the two of them could hear them, but they never thought that their conversation would be heard by everyone around them.

"Third Prince," the young master of the Duke's Mansion spoke, his lips pursed, looking unconvinced, "your poems are renowned in the capital, and everyone here has heard of your legend of 'composing a poem in six steps'. If you are really that good, why did you deliberately hide your talent at the flower viewing banquet?"

"Yes, haven't you always been good at writing poetry? Why are you so evasive today and don't even dare to recite a poem for everyone to appreciate."

"Yes, isn't it possible that the poems he wrote over the years were not based on his own strength?" Some people were already whispering.

"Third Prince, you see, what they said is so excessive, why don't you just write a poem."

A woman's urgent voice sounded, attracting many people's attention.

When things developed to this point, Xie Yongwei slowly put down the osmanthus cake in her hand, frowned, and had endless doubts in her heart.

How could the process of the Third Prince Jiang Min composing poetry be inconsistent with his previous life?

No, what is also inconsistent with the previous life is the fact that the Queen Mother came here today.

In the previous life, the Queen Mother did not come to the flower viewing banquet at all. Moreover, in the previous life, no one forced the Third Prince Jiang Min to write a poem. In the previous life, the Third Prince Jiang Min asked to write a poem himself.

As soon as his poem came out, it immediately drew applause from the whole audience and also left a deep impression in Xie Yongwei's memory.

Why didn't he want to write poetry in this life?

Xie Yongwei and the confused crowd looked at the third prince Jiang Min, hoping to get a reasonable explanation.

"Min'er," the Queen's face was clearly filled with displeasure, and her eyes became fierce, "You usually love to write poetry, and your poems are excellent. Why do you refuse to write poetry today and spoil everyone's fun?"

Xie Yongwei thought that the third prince Jiang Min would agree to write a poem if the queen provoked him, but she didn't expect that Jiang Min just bowed and didn't say anything.

"Hey, kid," the queen said with a look of embarrassment, almost whispering a few words through her teeth, "you bitch are born without manners."

Xie Yongwei's sharp ears caught this sentence. She blinked a few times. The mother of the third prince Jiang Min was originally a palace maid. After giving birth to the prince, her status was still relatively low, just a concubine.

"Well," the Queen Mother obviously heard the Queen's complaint and gave her a warning look, "If he doesn't want to do it, what's the point of forcing him to do it?"

The Queen Mother cast a kind look at Jiang Mian beside her and said softly, "Mian'er, write a poem for everyone to see."

Xie Yongwei opened her eyes wide in surprise and leaned forward unconsciously.

This, this development is completely different from the previous life!