However, Daiyu did not look very pleased. She had originally assumed that this poem was written by Jia Yu specifically for her alone, and she had not expected that everyone would receive one in the end. Jia Yu keenly sensed the shift in Daiyu’s mood. Seeing the faint look of grievance in her eyes, he realized that this young girl must be overthinking things. He mused to himself that he would have to give her something special, or there was no telling how long this little girl would let her imagination run wild.
Baochai also sensed that Jia Yu cared for Daiyu in a particularly attentive way, and a sense of inexplicable unwillingness welled up in her heart. She considered herself to be no less capable than anyone else in every respect, and if there was anyone who could be called her rival in love, it was only Daiyu. Therefore, she secretly made up her mind to compete for his affections, visiting Jia Yu’s quarters every few days. Often, when Jia Yu was practicing his swordplay on the training grounds, she would stand quietly on the sidelines, watching him with eyes full of concern.
Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. According to the traditions of the Jia Clan, this was the day for the ancestral rites. In previous years, due to his status and other factors, Jia Yu had always stood toward the fringes during the ceremonies. This year, however, things were different. Now that Jia Yu held a title and had achieved academic success, he stood in the front ra…
Chapter 397