Joy

"Master Liu, I heard you're quite skilled in poetry and songs?"

Jiang Yufeng, understanding her mother's intent, was already fond of Zhu Youji due to his graceful demeanor. Using this as an excuse, she started the conversation.

Zhu Youji smiled faintly, immediately sensing Madam Jiang's hidden motives, and replied, "Yes, Yufeng."

"Then, Master Liu, would you mind taking a walk with me? Perhaps you could offer me some guidance. I've always been interested in poetry, especially that famous poem..."

Jiang Yufeng thoughtfully recited the timeless verse, "A dress like clouds, her beauty like flowers, bathed in the spring breeze, she is radiant like dewdrops. Were it not seen atop the Jade Mountain, she would be met under the moon at Yao Terrace."