Just then, from the head of the room, Shen Qingluan suddenly spoke up. "Miss Qin has a point. Since I gave you a special invitation, I trust Miss Gu won't make things difficult for her host. Every young lady here who received a special invitation is expected to compose a poem."
Gu Fei sneered inwardly. 'Compose a poem?'
'This is just a ploy to humiliate me.'
'Maybe I should gift you all Second Young Master Zhu's poem: "The maiden's just turned fifteen, her two little buns have yet to rise"?'
At that moment, a maid approached at Shen Qingluan's signal. She curtsied to Gu Fei and said, "Miss Gu, please take a seat over here."
Gu Fei glanced toward Shen Qingluan at the head of the room. Her eyes were filled with mockery.
Then she looked at Qin Ying, whose expression was a mix of haughtiness and provocation.
The many socialites and noble ladies surrounding her were all sizing up her simple cloth skirt, their eyes full of disdain.
'Damn it all!'
