Qingyu did not want to pay attention to Yuanzhu. Instead, she secretly looked at the academy today and felt as if a lifetime had passed.

Last time, she was here to witness the rise of Song Yuanzhu and how Song Yuanzhu's reputation had spread far and wide with her help. Today, this would be the starting point for her to make a name for herself in Capital.

Today, the person hosting the embroidery competition was Aunt Ming, who was the Empress' most trusted servant. She was dressed in a brown palace costume and looked dignified and cold. Beside her were the judges from the Academy. In addition, the Ninth Prince, Chu Yifeng, and Princess An were also invited. What a big team!

Seeing the handsome Ninth Prince, all the young ladies quieted down and tried to show their most beautiful side at this moment.

Song Yuanzhu was shy and proud. As soon as she came in, her classmates in the academy gathered around and asked her what she was embroidering. Their words were full of flattery. Song Yuanzhu felt like she was about to become an immortal and thought that she would definitely win first place.

At this moment, seeing the Ninth Prince, Yuanzhu felt that such an outstanding man could bear witness to her success. It was so beautiful. She also thought that since she was famous in the Capital today, she would definitely wash away the bad reputation she had in Princess An's Manor and become the most popular noble lady in the Capital again!

Thinking of this, Song Yuanzhu glanced at Song Qingyu proudly, as if she had already seen Song Qingyu's miserable look when her sister was defeated by her.

While Song Yuanzhu was thinking, Qingyu had already gathered up with Ge Zhang and Zhang Qingtao. The three of them chose seats in the corner and saw Aunt Ming stand up. It seemed that Aunt Ming was ready to announce today's results. This time, even Zhang Qingtao, who had always been careless, began to get nervous.

Aunt Ming had worked in the palace for a long time, so she didn't talk much. After encouraging the noble ladies present, she directly announced ten of the best embroidery that the Empress had chosen. Each of the ten selected noble ladies could get a bolt of Moonlight Yarn personally made by the Empress.

The crowd was in an uproar. The specialty of the Moonlight Yarn was specially matched with the Moon's Cage Grass. Under the moonlight, it was like a firefly, graceful and moving. It was regarded as the national treasure of the Dachu Country because of its small quantity.

As a lady, she could win the popularity of the public if she had a handkerchief made of Moonlight Yarn. But the Empress was so generous that she gave one bolt to each of them?

This time, the noble ladies' gazes burned even brighter. Everyone stared at the embroidery next to Aunt Ming and prayed that one of the ten paintings would definitely have a share from them!

"The 10th place belongs to the Third Miss of the Lord Peace's Manor, An Ying Ran." As Aunt Ming finished speaking, the eunuch next to her raised his hand and took off the cloth covering the embroidery.

An Ying Ran was embroidering a vivid painting of five or six peacocks in the garden. They had different expressions, and even their feathers were as fine as satin.

An Ying Ran frowned. She didn't expect that her embroidery skills would only rank tenth. She thought that her embroidery skills were not bad among the noble ladies. Even if Song Yuanzhu embroidered better than her, she should still be in the top five. Why...

Not to mention her, the other noble ladies were also very surprised, especially Huang Ru, the granddaughter of the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Works. She also embroidered Peacock Painting. She thought that she would barely be able to get into the top ten, but she didn't expect that An Ying Ran would be so much better than her. It seemed there would be no hope.

Since the tenth place was so outstanding, everyone was even more looking forward to the next nine works.

Surprisingly, the ninth place turned out to be Zhang Qingtao. This little girl had come up with a different idea and embroidered a table of pastries. It was rare that all the pastries on the table were cute and charming, which made people eager to have a taste.

["This foodie must have eaten up her appetite." ] Qingyu did not know whether to laugh or cry. No wonder Zhang Qingtao kept coming to the Minister's Manor to ask if Qingyu had any new kinds of pastries.

The eighth, seventh, and sixth positions were respectively Xu Huaiqing, daughter of the Hanlin Scholar, Shi Xiang, daughter of the Zhonglang General, and Wu Anwan, daughter of the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

As everyone looked at these embroidery diagrams, they silently compared the works to their own embroidery, and then they felt ashamed. They sighed heavily, knowing that they had no hope of being selected. Among them, the proud and complacent expression of Song Yuanzhu was particularly eye-catching.

"The fifth place belongs to Song Yuanzhu, the Second Miss of the Minister's Manor of Ministry of Revenue."

What? "Song Yuanzhu only got the fifth place?" How could this be possible? She was the most talented young lady in the Capital!

Everyone looked at her embroidery carefully. It was a picture of hundreds of birds flying towards a phoenix. The theme was not new, but it was rare for the exquisite embroidery of phoenixes to show the prosperity of life and the nobility of phoenixes.

Everyone felt that Song Qingyu's skills were already extremely outstanding. Perhaps they would need another twenty years of practice before they would be able to possess such skills.

Even Ge Zhang said to Song Qingyu, "Your sister has evil intentions, but her embroidery skills are really pure and can be called a master. No wonder she is so arrogant." Song Qingyu smiled contemptuously. "Really? But I don't think Yuanzhu is convinced by this result."

That's right. Song Yuanzhu had a twisted expression on her face. It was obvious that she was not satisfied with her fifth place. This gesture obviously made the other noble ladies look down on her.

"I thought she was very powerful, but she only ranked fifth with her nose in the air."

"Yes, there are many hidden talents in Capital. No one can boast like her!"

Song Yuanzhu could vaguely hear these comments, which made her even angrier. However, she could not vent her anger in front of so many people, so she forced her pretty face to turn red.

[That damned embroidered maid even boasted that she was the best embroidered maid in the Capital, yet she only ranked fifth.]

Seeing that the people around were secretly sizing her up, Song Yuanzhu almost stirred the handkerchief in her hand into pieces, and had to reluctantly show a forced smile.