Chapter 111: Lan Feiyu's Ruin

ying had won first place, Zhao Ruizhi, whose life was a constant struggle and turmoil, spoke up again. "Hmph," she scoffed, "What use is winning the literary prize There's still the art competition. I...ed paler again. Her hand hidden under her sleeve clenched tightly onto the brocade skirt beside her.Don't listen to the old man's answers, even she felt that her next couplet was perfect and flawless,...