On April 23rd, in front of the moon gate of the Liuliang Poetry Society, Jiang Rou clutched the torn pages of her poem, her knuckles turning white from the force. Madam Xie’s voice came from behind her, heavy with frustration and disappointment: "Third Miss, the poetry society has no place for those with twisted intentions. You should reflect on your conduct."
"Madam Xie!" Jiang Rou turned, the jade hairpin in her hair wobbling precariously. "I have already admitted my mistake. Why will you not give me another chance?"
"A poem reflects one’s character," Madam Xie sighed. "When your elder sister pleaded for you that day, I told you that there would be no next time. Yet today, you deliberately knocked over a tea cup, ruining Miss Jiang’s painting..."
Chapter 169