Jing Shu called Song Wei over, and now the two are weaving through the crowd, hand in hand. Jing Shu couldn't help but mutter, "I wonder if the Scholar will come to today's poetry event?"
The Scholar, Song Zhixiu, is this year's Champion Scholar, not only is he exceptionally talented, but he often wears white clothes when he appears, looking exceptionally elegant and graceful, like a noble gentleman, a bright pearl of the world.
Jing Shu had only seen him once, just once, and fell in love with him at first sight, always shouting about wanting to marry him.
Jing Shu came to the poetry event today just to see him.
Song Weiyi saw Jing Shu's girlish thoughts at a glance, and to confirm her suspicions, she asked, "...Jing Shu, do you want to marry the Scholar?"
Jing Shu blushed and said shyly, "Auntie, why did you say it directly?"
Song Wei replied, "I'm just curious, don't be angry. If you don't want anyone to mention it, I won't bring it up again in the future."
