This explanation by Wufu, on the contrary, could hardly be believed. In the Meng family, whether male or female, all were educated from a young age. Saying they were well-read was not an exaggeration, but none of them had seen this particular poem before. She mentioned earlier that her handwriting was ugly, suggesting she was playing down her skills, yet the written piece was truly unimpressive.
Thus, the truth of Wufu's words became difficult to discern, leaving everyone unsure whether to believe her or not.
"Little aunt, there's no need to be modest. Rest assured, we sisters won't spread this around." Meng Siyu said, glancing at her sisters.
"Indeed." The Meng sisters nodded in agreement, smiling as they said, "If this were to spread, those scholars would be utterly humiliated. Those literati write poems about love and nature, unlike little aunt's work, which has such magnificent spirit and steel-like integrity."
