Finest Servant

After chatting for a while, Second Miss Xiao seemed to have opened up and started asking Lin San questions about his hometown, where he studied, and how he ended up as a servant in the Xiao household. Lin Wanrong couldn't help but cry and laugh at her strange and curious questions. She was even more inquisitive than a paparazzi.

After a while, Lin Wanrong saw that her injuries were gradually getting better and that she could stand up and walk slowly by herself. He felt relieved and said goodbye to Second Miss Xiao, ignoring her attempts to keep him there. He couldn't bear her incessant questioning about every little detail, and he would rather fight with General Zhenyuan than deal with her.

When he returned to his lodging, he didn't see the shadow of Uncle Fu. He felt bitter towards the old man who sold him out to Second Miss Xiao. Thinking back on his strange experience with her today, he couldn't help but feel that it was quite bizarre that he was able to subdue her with his butt-kicking kung fu. He couldn't help but sigh, realizing that he was quite lucky.

The next morning, Lin Wanrong arrived at the study and saw Young Master Guo holding a piece of paper. "Hey, kid, I didn't know you were so talented," Young Master Guo said, "You were really hiding your skills."

Lin Wanrong didn't know what he meant and smiled, "What do you mean, young master?"

Young Master Guo threw the paper at Lin Wanrong and said, "Take a look for yourself."

It was a piece of high-quality rice paper with elegant handwriting that revealed the clear strokes of the pen. It was written by a woman's hand, and it was the poem that Lin Wanrong had recited yesterday. Only Lin Wanrong and Second Miss Xiao knew about the poem. It was obviously her handwriting. Lin Wanrong was surprised that she could write so well. He realized that he had underestimated her before.

"My cousin gave this to me today. She said you wrote it, Lin San. I didn't even realize it was yours. You really have some skills. I underestimated you," Young Master Guo said angrily. He had read the poem several times and was surprised that even a servant had such talent. He was annoyed that he himself did not possess such ability.

The teacher bowed deeply to Lin Wanrong and said, "I didn't realize that you had such hidden talent, Sir. I have much to learn from you."

Lin Wanrong quickly replied, "How can that be? I just happened to come across this talent by chance. I don't deserve such high praise."

This teacher was a genuine person. He acknowledged that someone else was more knowledgeable than he was and didn't hesitate to lower himself. Lin Wanrong had only intended to trick Second Miss Xiao, but she was too impatient and made him the scapegoat, which made him very unhappy. Playing dumb was much more interesting. That little girl was obviously trying to make things difficult for him.

Lin Wanrong refused the teacher's strong invitation to collaborate on their studies, and he was full of resentment towards Second Miss Xiao. She was clearly setting a trap for him, even though she knew he wasn't interested in poetry. Wasn't getting kicked by him yesterday enough?

Seeing Young Master Guo still looking unhappy, Lin Wanrong hurriedly approached him and whispered, "Young Master, don't worry. Actually, I copied this poem."

Young Master Guo's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Lin Wanrong nodded solemnly, "Of course. Think about it, even a lower-class servant like me couldn't write such a good poem that you, a brilliant and talented young master, couldn't write."

Young Master Guo nodded in agreement, "That's true." Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Lin San, where did you copy the poem from? Do you have a collection of writings?"

Lin Wanrong knew exactly what Young Master Guo was thinking. He was probably planning to plagiarize the poem. As a rich kid, he wasn't interested in studying, but he had plenty of underhanded tricks up his sleeve.

Lin Wanrong blinked and said, "These were written by talented people from my hometown. You probably haven't heard of them, and there is no collection of their works here." Seeing the disappointment on Young Master Guo's face, Lin Wanrong quickly added, "But I do remember a few."

Young Master Guo's mood brightened, "Lin San, do you really remember?"

Lin Wanrong replied, "I remember a few. Enough for you, Young Master. Don't worry. With me here, I guarantee that both Miss Xiao will take notice of you."

This sentence struck a chord with Young Master Guo, and he was grateful beyond words. They continued to talk for a while, and it took a long time for him to remember everything. He held onto Lin Wanrong's hand tightly, full of admiration for his selflessness.

While the two of them were chatting, Second Miss Xiao walked in with a smile on her face and greeted the teacher, "Good morning, sir."

Lin Wanrong noticed that Second Miss Xiao was having some difficulty walking and knew that her injury from yesterday hadn't fully healed yet. He thought to himself, "I need to teach this girl a lesson again today so that she doesn't go around spreading my secrets."

The teacher quickly greeted her, and Second Miss Xiao turned her head and glanced at him, unconsciously touching her buttocks, showing that she still remembered his rough treatment of her yesterday.

Lin Wanrong laughed inwardly and decided to play along. He respectfully greeted Second Miss Xiao, "Good morning, Second Miss."

Second Miss Xiao snorted and pouted, giving him a shy look, but didn't speak to him directly. Instead, she turned to Guo Wuchang and said, "Cousin Guo, you're up early today?"

Young Master Guo was delighted that Second Miss Xiao was talking to him and eagerly replied, "Second cousin, I've been waiting for you here."

"What were you waiting for me to do?" Second Miss Xiao asked curiously.

Young Master Guo replied, "I wrote a poem for you yesterday, and I'd like you to give me some feedback on it."

Not only Second Miss Xiao but also the teacher were surprised. Cousin Guo was known for being bad at poetry. Second Miss Xiao chuckled and covered her mouth, saying, "Please don't tell me it's another Guanju."

Young Master Guo laughed awkwardly and said, "Second cousin, you're joking. I already have a great line for the poem."

Young Master Guo then took a few light steps, swaying his jade fan, and recited his poem: "The music starts halfway up the Jade Tower, and the wind brings the laughter of palace maids. The moonlit hall hears the midnight clock, and the water spirit curtains roll by the autumn river."

Second Miss Xiao and the teacher were stunned. They never thought that such a good poem could come from Young Master Guo, who had been struggling with poetry yesterday.

Though Second Miss Xiao was young, she was shrewd and remembered Lin Wanrong's outstanding performance yesterday. She couldn't help but look at him, and she saw that Lin San was also lost in Young Master Guo's beautiful verses.

Second Miss Xiao wondered if Young Master Guo had really written the poem himself. She had a big question mark in her head, but Lin Wanrong seemed unfazed, so she couldn't figure out anything at the moment.

The teacher clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Young Master Guo, with just those two lines, you're truly a genius. I must inform Madam right away."

Young Master Guo hurriedly stopped the teacher, saying, "Please, sir, wait until I've achieved something significant before telling my aunt."

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