"This is too much! We came to this banquet, only for the Ninth Princess to steal all the limelight. Now all the young gentlemen have flocked to her."
"Exactly! We haven't had a single chance to shine. The Ninth Princess has gone too far. She actually... actually claimed so many young gentlemen."
"She truly has no idea what shame is!"
The young ladies were so furious with Ye Tangtang that they could barely speak. Every young gentleman they had their eye on had gone to line up to become a princess consort.
Ye Tangtang put away the names she had written down and patted Lu Wuyou on the shoulder.
"Lu Wuyou, don't lose heart. The poems I recited were all written by literary titans. It's only natural that you couldn't match them. Look on the bright side, look on the bright side. You're already very impressive."
Lu Wuyou sat on the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering over and over, "I'm useless... I'm just useless."
"Oh, did that crush your confidence? Why would you compare yourself to literary giants? Across all the ages, who could ever rival the Immortal Poet?"
Ye Tangtang spent a long time trying to console Lu Wuyou, but nothing worked.
[He's probably a lost cause. Forget it, forget it.]
Ye Tangtang tucked her little notebook safely into her robe. These were all her future little princess consorts. Hehehe.
The matchmaking banquet hosted by the Princess Consort of Yue was simply wonderful!
This trip certainly hadn't been wasted.
The Princess Consort of Yue turned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Ninth Princess, what are you doing?"
"Well... I think they're all quite nice, so I wanted to make friends."
*[These are all my future princess consorts. Handsome and from good families-they're all mine. Not a single one