OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 696: Autumn Winds Whisper Through Osmanthus, Geese Rarely Cross the Endless Sky

Chapter 696: Chapter 696: Autumn Winds Whisper Through Osmanthus, Geese Rarely Cross the Endless Sky

Yuan Ruxin suddenly stood up.

"What kind of joke is this? Did you make a mistake? This Zhizhi is only four and a half years old. How could she possibly win an award?"

How good could a poem written by a child be?

Yuan Ruxin’s eyes betrayed an undeniable jealousy.

Bai Zhi’er chimed in softly, "Yeah, how could it be me who won? I just handed in a blank piece of paper!"

This remark left everyone around them in shock.

Yuan Ruxin was also stunned. "A blank paper?"

The shopkeepers exchanged looks, all frowning in confusion.

The waiter quickly held up the paper signed by Zhizhi for all the guests to see.

"How could it be blank? Every word here is a classic."

Bai Zhi’er immediately tiptoed forward, took a look, and said, "These aren’t my words."

The four shopkeepers hurriedly gathered around. "How could this be? If it’s not the young miss’s poem, then how could it be signed with her name?"

Bai Zhi’er blinked her big round black eyes, "I don’t know either."

The little one went to the collection of poetry papers and found her own.

"Look! You see, except for the name, I didn’t write anything."

Bai Zhi’er showed the paper to everyone.

A shopkeeper, puzzled, asked, "Miss, if you were participating in the poetry contest, why submit a blank paper?"

Bai Zhi’er’s long lashes fluttered, and she glanced at Yuan Ruxin. "There was a childish ghost who insisted I play with her. I had to do this just to humor her."

After all, the little one thought the poetry contest was just a pastime.

And with four shopkeepers gathered, they couldn’t prove who deserved to be first.

Hearing this, Yuan Ruxin couldn’t help it and quickly walked onto the round stage.

"Since this isn’t her poem, her first place shouldn’t count. If the four shopkeepers are fair, they should choose another!"

The guests below agreed, "Exactly, shopkeepers, quickly decide on a new leader!"

The four shopkeepers had no choice but to reselect.

Bai Zhi’er, holding the paper pretending to be her poem, returned to her seat.

Yuan Zhen peeked over, read it aloud, "The autumn wind blows as cassia rings, the sky wide while geese scarce remain. This person seems talented, could it be a friend trying to help you win?"

Bai Zhi’er raised her gleaming black eyes and scanned the teahouse.

There was no one she recognized.

The little one shook her head.

"Although I don’t know what happened, since it’s not my poem, I can’t acknowledge it."

Yuan Zhen smiled, "My junior is earnest and practical, I’m ashamed by comparison."

Bai Zhi’er dropped her long curled lashes, staring fixedly at the brief lines on the paper.

She committed this person’s handwriting to memory.

Yuan Ruxin, eager to win first place, stood on the round stage, watching the four shopkeepers whisper about who the leader should be.

Finally, under her hopeful gaze, the four shopkeepers had the waiter announce the new leader.

"From table Gui, it’s Young Master Xu Zhong."

Yuan Ruxin’s eyes widened, watching a modestly dressed young man stand up from that table.

"Thank you, shopkeepers!" The young man named Xu Zhong happily walked onto the round stage.

Yuan Ruxin took the opportunity to look him over from head to toe.

He wore a light blue, cross-collared robe, with cuffs washed to paleness.

A frail body, he seemed perpetually underfed, a breeze could knock him over.

Yuan Ruxin suddenly shouted angrily, "Hold on!"