Chapter 33: Face-off
The three of them left Jinyang City. Cang Feilan casually asked, “I heard that on the day of the wedding, you composed a poem in the hall?”
“Yes, that’s right. Did Lord Si Zheng tell you?” Qin Feng responded.
Cang Feilan pondered for a moment. “Yes. This time, as a reward for escorting you to the Black Mist Forest, I don’t want the ten silver taels. Instead, after the task is completed, write down that poem for me.”
Qin Feng was taken aback. It seemed like Miss Cang had a special interest in what he wrote. Could it be that she was attracted to my literary talent?
Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, a blue figure abruptly inserted itself between him and Miss Cang. It was Lan Ningshuang.
Cang Feilan glanced at her and directly ignored her. “So, what is your answer?”
“Since Miss Cang said so, it’s just a poem. I will write it for you,” Qin Feng replied.
“Just a poem?” Cang Feilan furrowed her delicate brows slightly, a hint of displeasure flickering in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Qin Feng was puzzled. Whenever it came to literary traditions or poetry, Miss Cang, who was usually indifferent, seemed to show obvious emotional fluctuations.