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Shi Mansi raised an eyebrow: "Then why are you still sitting here calmly?"

Yin Wuxiao smiled wryly: "How can I be sitting on the sidelines? I'm just waiting for someone to stir things up, so I can remain unchanged and deal with all changes."

Shi Mansi exclaimed, "Ah! Look, here comes the troublemaker." She suddenly felt a pang of conscience and guilt: "Xiao'er, if it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Yin Wuxiao picked up the teacup and looked at the magnificent red figure that flew into the Cloud Pavilion; it was none other than Yuwen Hongying.

"The person I'm referring to as a troublemaker isn't her."

"Uh...you mean..." Shi Mansi finally realized, "Really? Do you really think that someone of the Empress Dowager's status would get involved in this mess?"

Yin Wuxiao took a sip of tea and remained silent.

Why doesn't the Empress Dowager get involved in this mess? She's the one who stirred it up.

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In fact, the Empress Dowager did get involved in this mess. However, she didn't condescend to come herself; instead, she sent someone else.

Deng Qinghui, the current prime minister.

As expected, old ginger is spicier. This old man, whenever he has a thought to harm someone, hits the nail on the head with every move.

"Her Majesty the Empress Dowager is very concerned about this grand event among the people. She noticed that Miss Yin had not handled a certain aspect well, so she specially ordered me to come and deal with it on her behalf."

"May I ask, Your Excellency, what aspect of the process went wrong, requiring Your Excellency's personal intervention?" Baili Qingyi bowed gently, but inwardly he wondered, where on earth has Yin Wuxiao gone?

"The Empress Dowager feels that this marriage selection is still missing a judge."

"Review?"

“Indeed. All of you beauties are talented and beautiful, Your Highness is afraid that you, Young Master Qingyi, will find it difficult to choose. As for me, I have some knowledge of poetry and literature, so why don't I judge and see whose couplet is more elegant?” Deng Qinghui waved his fan and walked around the beauties, quite enjoying the rich fragrance of rouge.

"Come on, present the couplets composed by all the beauties." Compared to his younger days, Deng Qinghui was less impetuous and more assertive, and he was no longer in awe of taking the initiative.

"Big brother, Miss Yin is treating you like a commodity and auctioning you off in public. Aren't you angry?" Baili Hanyi asked in a low voice.

Baili Qingyi defended Yin Wuxiao, saying, "She had no choice." His defense was tinged with unease; that girl was clearly just stirring up trouble. And him? To indulge her, not only his own reputation, but the reputation of the Baili family had been almost completely ruined. Was it because he felt a pang of guilt towards her? Or had his tenderness for her made him lower his guard?

Baili Hanyi saw through his thoughts and laughed, "Brother, why are you angry? You probably wish she would buy you back as soon as possible."

Men are truly pathetic creatures. Once they fall in love, they care about nothing but winning the woman's smile and frown. It's just unexpected that someone like his elder brother would be manipulated by love.

Baili Qingyi remained calm in the face of this farce, wanting to see how Yin Wuxiao would win him over amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, the results of Deng Qinghui's review have been released.

"The couplets from all the beauties are exquisitely crafted, yet one stands out as the most outstanding among them," Deng Qinghui said, surveying the room with an air of authority. Yin Wuxiao hadn't arrived yet. Had she given up this opportunity? Had she finally decided to become his second wife?

"Miss Yuwen Hongying's couplet is exquisite and flawless."

An uproar erupted in the hall. The outcome was both expected and unexpected.

"What about Miss Yin?" One of the people in the room jumped up and asked impatiently. It was none other than Old Master Zhang Baitong, who loved watching a good show.

"Since Miss Yin hasn't shown herself, she must already have someone she loves and has no interest in Young Master Qingyi, right?" Deng Qinghui glanced at Baili Qingyi intentionally or unintentionally.

Baili Qingyi remained calm. It was true that he was jealous of this person, but the person himself was not worth his jealousy. As long as that tormenting little vixen did not appear, nothing could stir up any waves in the heart of the young master in green.

"Lord Deng is mistaken. Wu Xiao has already shown himself!" Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Yin Wu Xiao emerged from the back hall.

The name Yin Wuxiao had truly tormented him for many years. Baili Qingyi secretly decided that once this matter was settled, he would drag her directly into the bridal chamber. If he really let this girl continue to torment him, what would become of him?

Deng Qinghui was taken aback, and after a long while, he said, "Miss Yin, I don't believe you can come up with a more elegant and refined couplet than Miss Yuwen Hongying." He picked up the paper in his hand: "'Going to the mountain pines, the moon shines on the Xiang River, jade boats and silver swords, the Yue maiden lingers three times. Clouds steal dew, phoenix shadows hang low over jade, red lips and green robes, the beautiful woman pauses.' Miss Yin, will your second stanza be more outstanding than this one?"

Yin Wuxiao smiled but did not answer him. Instead, he asked the crowd, "If I remember correctly, this poem was composed by Miss Yuwen Cuiyu at the wedding banquet at Chuxiu Manor that day, wasn't it?"

"..." Many people present had experienced that thrilling scene at the wedding banquet in Chuxiu Mountain Villa, and naturally would not forget it.

Yuwen Hongying blushed and argued, "This poem was actually written by me. I borrowed it from my sister to save her from danger. Now that my sister has passed away, it should naturally be returned to its rightful owner."

Deng Qinghui chimed in, "Miss Yuwen is right. If Miss Yin cannot come up with a better matching line, she should give the young man in blue to Miss Yuwen."

Yin Wuxiao remained silent.

Everyone stared at her, hoping she could turn the tide.

"Is Lord Deng certain that this poem is the winning one among all the matching couplets?" she asked slowly.

"Of course I'm sure!"

"What if I said that this poem was originally written by me, Yin Wuxiao?"

Deng Qinghui was taken aback.

The room was completely silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Yin Wuxiao thought to himself, "If only I had a needle right now."

Suddenly, Deng Qinghui burst into loud laughter.

"Miss Yin, losing isn't scary, what's scary is being unable to accept defeat! Don't you feel ashamed to plagiarize someone else's work like this?" He thought he had caught Yin Wuxiao off guard and was smug.

Yin Wuxiao ignored his sarcasm and turned to Yuwen Hongying: "Miss Yuwen said that you wrote this poem, so let me ask you, what is the meaning of this poem, and what is its connection with the first stanza? And why did the young master in blue choose the first stanza to write the 'Blue Robe Absolute'?"

“This…” Yuwen Hongying was speechless. She had never thought of this. She steeled herself and said defiantly, “When composing couplets, what is there to mean? The young master in blue took the first stanza because of its pure and beautiful imagery. I chose the second stanza because it is neat and elegant. That’s all.”

Yin Wuxiao glanced at her mockingly. This woman had bullied her countless times, and now she was stealing her poems and trying to take her man. This was intolerable.

"Everyone, to be honest, not only was this second stanza written by me, Yin Wuxiao, but this first stanza, these sixteen characters of 'Qingyi Jue', was also written by me." She looked at Baili Qingyi, who seemed to recall the scene when she wrote these two stanzas, his eyes shining. She met his burning gaze and hurriedly looked away.

Fortunately, she had prepared in advance and limited the number of people allowed in. Most of the people who came today were acquaintances; if she was going to lose face, so be it.

"This first stanza can only be paired with this second stanza, and this second stanza can only be paired with this first stanza. There is no other line in the world that can be inserted, no other line that can match it." She spoke slowly and deliberately, her gaze fixed on Yuwen Hongying, her words carrying a profound meaning. Yuwen Hongying's heart was clear, and her jade-like face blushed slightly. Everyone understood, and couldn't help but sigh, "Miss Yin is truly... truly bold!"

"What...what evidence do you have?" Deng Qinghui pointed at Yin Wuxiao, his voice trembling. Why, why did things take such a sharp turn for the worse, spiraling out of his control?

"I...of course I have evidence!" Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yin Wuxiao blushed and pulled Baili Qingyi to her side without any decorum.

Baili Qingyi frowned. What exactly was she going to do?

Someone screamed.

Because... because Yin Wuxiao, the most talented woman in the world, began to strip the young man in green clothes.

The young man in blue seemed to be terrified, not even making a move to resist.

In fact, everyone present, including Deng Qinghui, was completely petrified. Such a scene was not only unprecedented, but also unheard of!

Only two yellow swans travel a thousand miles together.

Baili Qingyi watched Yin Wuxiao's every move with unreadable emotions, making no attempt to stop her. He thought to himself that he had underestimated this girl; it turned out she had indeed done something to him.

Halfway through undressing, Yin Wuxiao pulled his scholar's robe down from his neck, revealing a large expanse of smooth back and an alluring chest. The young man in blue had a truly handsome figure; even the contours of his neck were breathtakingly beautiful…

Those present who had brought family members hurriedly covered their eyes with their hands, like Bai Can. While covering his eyes, he muttered, "Never again are you allowed to fool around with this woman, it's too scary, too scary..."

Yin Wuxiao pushed Baili Qingyi so that her back was to everyone, and only then did everyone realize what was happening and focus their attention on Baili Qingyi's bare back shoulder. Then, an uproar ensued.

Yin Wuxiao shouted recklessly, "Did you see it clearly?" After saying that, she didn't care whether the other person saw it clearly or not, and quickly put her clothes back on to prevent her man from exposing himself again.

Everyone nodded blankly. They saw it clearly, of course they saw it clearly: two lines of delicate characters were tattooed on the back of the young man in blue's shoulder:

Go to the pine trees on the mountain, the moon shines over the Xiang River, the jade boat carries a silver sword, and the Yue maiden wanders three times.

The clouds drifted by, revealing glimpses of dew; the phoenix's shadow lingered low over the jade-like figure; crimson lips and a green robe—the beautiful woman paused, momentarily stunned.

"These two poems were tattooed on the young man in blue by my own hands six years ago, and no one in the world knows about them except me," Yin Wuxiao declared, his face flushed.

Everyone nodded blankly. They believed it. Even the young man in blue seemed to have only just found out today.

What... what on earth is going on?!

Suddenly, she heard a soft moan, and Yuwen Hongying rushed out, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe that her beloved had been taken advantage of by some shameless woman six years ago.

"This... is utterly ridiculous!" Deng Qinghui snorted coldly and turned to leave. He knew that Yin Wuxiao was always bold and unrestrained in her words and actions, but this level of boldness was beyond his expectations and beyond his tolerance. His interest in her vanished completely after her attack.

The crowd crowded around, hoping to uncover more gossip, but then felt that the protagonist was too honest, and that even the most earth-shattering gossip couldn't be more so, so they all dispersed.

Yin Wuxiao's face was practically bleeding. This was all a tragic fate, a truly tragic fate! She had no face to face her parents in the afterlife.

She turned to Baili Qingyi and took a deep breath: "From today onwards, you are mine."

Apart from Baili Qingyi, everyone present from the Baili family and the Yin family was utterly speechless.

Your Majesty, I'm sorry you failed to ruin this plan.

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Wedding night.

The passionate romance between the talented woman and the ethereal beauty has finally come to an end, giving way to the burial ground of marriage that will forever hold all those who are infatuated with each other.

After causing chaos throughout the martial arts world, Yin Wuxiao finally married her ideal husband as she had always wished.

After his beloved caused chaos throughout the martial arts world, Baili Qingyi finally achieved his wish and married a talented woman who dared to defy the world.

Unfortunately, Miss Yin was too excited that night and drank a few too many drinks.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gone to Yunshan, and I shouldn't have impulsively taken a bath at the Truffle Pool. What a tragic fate, what a tragic fate," she murmured.

She hooked her arms around her newlywed husband's neck: "Tell me, is it all my fault? If I had never gone to Yunshan, would none of this have happened? Fenglang would still be one instead of two, I wouldn't have met Yuwen Cuiyu, and I wouldn't have met you."

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er." Baili Qingyi gently unbuttoned her clothes and kissed her red lips. "I don't care if you run into other people, but you must run into me."

Yin Wuxiao shook his head: "People say I've schemed and plotted, but I finally outsmarted you. Tell me, who really outsmarted whom?"

"Naturally, it was because I had outsmarted you."

“Wrong! Do you think I’m that easy to fool?” Yin Wuxiao shouted.

“You’re not someone I can easily outmaneuver. You willingly let me outmaneuver you, otherwise how could I have so easily outmaneuvered you?” Baili Qingyi replied fluently. The point wasn’t who outmaneuvered whom, but that he had already penetrated to the level of the undergarment.

Yin Wuxiao grinned foolishly: "Qingyi, Qingyi."

"Will you despise me? I'm not an ideal wife. I'm too arrogant and too willful. I was a beggar for three years, I've stolen things, cheated people out of money, and I've even caused the deaths of many people..."

She cupped Baili Qingyi's face in her hands, and suddenly tears streamed down her face.