Xiu Hong looked at the men’s clothing in front of her, her eyes filled with doubt.
“What’s this?”
“Do you just want to become Zhang Danfeng’s wife, or do you want to become the one he loves?” Bei Yutang asked.
Xiu Hong thought for a moment and replied, “Naturally, the latter. But, he likes…”
The last two words were difficult for her to say.
“Don’t tell me you have a way?” Xiuhong thought of this possibility, and her gaze toward her changed.
In fact, after spending the past few days together, Xiu Hong could sense that this person’s identity was not simple and that she was very knowledgeable, not just looking for someone.
“Yes, but I can’t guarantee that it will definitely succeed. There is only a certain chance.”
Bei Yutang was not sure what the final result would be, but if there was a way, she had to try.
“Even if there is only a sliver of hope, I am willing to try.”
“Alright, now you’ll obediently listen to me and do as I say. Now put on this outfit.”
Xiu Hong didn’t say anything more and obediently put on the clothes.
“From now on, you are a man. You will approach him as a man. Based on my observation, Zhang Danfeng likes gentle, weak men. You are a woman, so dressing as a man is exactly his type.”
“When you see him, you absolutely cannot show the slightest bit of affection for him; you must show disgust.”
Upon hearing this, Xiu Hong couldn’t help but ask, “Why? Wouldn’t that push him away? How can I make him like me?”
In the past, she wouldn’t have understood either.
Now, having traversed dozens of worlds, she understands one principle: what you can’t have is always the best.
“Xiu Hong, do you know that most men have a base nature? What they can’t have is always the best. Things that are too easily obtained are often discarded. The same applies to feelings. The more he can’t have you, the more he wants to conquer you. That’s just how men are.”
This was the first time Xiu Hong had heard such words. She was shocked, yet it sounded plausible.
“I understand.”
She could only choose to believe her because she couldn’t think of any reason for her to harm her.
This time, Bei Yutang disguised herself as a maid and followed Xiu Hong, who was impersonating the young master. They arrived at a famous poetry gathering in Linzhou Prefecture, a place where countless talented men had gathered.
Zhang Danfeng, being a scholar, naturally came to compose and exchange poems.
Bei Yutang and her companion arrived without attracting their attention.
Looking at the usually unapproachable young masters, Xiu Hong felt a little apprehensive; her legs trembled slightly as she walked, as if she might collapse at any moment.
Bei Yutang supported her waist from behind, whispering, “You’re now a noble young master from an official family, your status is higher than theirs, so what is there to fear?”
Xiu Hong smiled bitterly to herself. It was all an act, not real; she didn’t have that kind of confidence or audacity.
Bei Yutang had to resort to drastic measures: “Do you still want to be Zhang Danfeng’s wife?”
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Xiu Hong straightened up, though her expression stiffened. However, this stiff, expressionless face could be categorized as an iceberg face, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
At this moment, everyone present composed poems on the theme of ‘flowers’, and it was Zhang Danfeng’s turn. His poem about plum blossoms was truly admirable.
Seeing everyone’s praise for her beloved, Xiu Hong felt a surge of pride.
However, someone immediately jumped out and suppressed Zhang Danfeng’s poem about plum blossoms. The person who wrote the poem was none other than Wan Linyu, Zhang Danfeng’s mortal enemy.
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