"Yes!"
The Elder Princess smiled as she looked at the woman in white before her. "During Morning Court today, after Jiang Xiaobai saw me, he wrote it down, line by line!"
"Oh, senior sister, just imagine. I firmly refused and told Jiang Xiaobai over and over not to write anything for me, because I simply don't like poetry or verse or any of that!"
"But guess what, senior sister? There was no stopping him!"
"Tell me, wasn't Jiang Xiaobai being terribly unreasonable?!"
"Oh..."
The woman in white gave a brief response, then looked calmly at the Elder Princess. "So, junior sister, was that all you wanted to tell me?"
"Of course not!"
The Elder Princess shook her head. "I just suddenly remembered something you said some years ago, senior sister!"
"If, in this life, I could hear a melody that touched my heart and have someone compose a poem for me, I would have no regrets!"
As she spoke, an alluring curve formed on the Elder Princess's lips. She smiled at the woman in white. "So, what I wanted to say was... how about I let you have this poem, senior sister?"
"No need!"
The woman in white said coldly, "Heir Jiang gave it to you, not me!"
She paused, then continued, "Besides, though this poem is exceedingly beautiful, it is untouched by mortal dust!"
"So... if you hoped to use it to make me envious, junior sister, I'm afraid you're imagining too much!"
"Oh? Envious?"
Hearing this, the Elder Princess shook her head. "Senior sister, I never said that. What... could it be that you really are envious of me?"
Naturally, she understood what the woman in white was implying.
Wasn't she simply saying that the poem's beauty was too ethereal to suit a mortal woman?
But... she deliberately