All the men widened their eyes, looking incredulously at the rice paper in Lord Sacrificial Officerâs hands. Even the brothers, Mo Yuanlin and Mo Yuanhao, had a flash of shock in their eyes.
How could that useless person write such an extraordinary poem?
There must be something wrong.
Yun Wanyaoâs tightly held heart relaxed slightly. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened. This poem didnât differ by a single word from her younger sisterâs heartfelt voice.
There should be no further unexpected incidents.
Ah Tangâs title of the first talented woman is likely preserved.
"Ah Yao, is this really a poem by Su Qianxue? I can hardly believe it."
Mo Zhaozhao, like a marionette, looked at Yun Wanyao dazedly and mechanically, feeling sweat for Jiang Zitang in her heart.
Although she didnât understand poetry, she vaguely felt that Su Qianxueâs two poems were much more outstanding than Jiang Zitangâs.
Yun Wanyao looked at her, frowned, and said, "I can hardly believe it as well."
On the other side, several noblewomenâs voices arose.
"Itâs just mediocre, nothing special, so why are you all making such a fuss?"
"Exactly, a bunch of people whoâve never seen the world."
"..."
The noblewomen were jealous of the effect caused by Su Qianxueâs poem and couldnât help but sulk. However, as soon as they spoke, they faced attacks from many talented scholars.
"Vulgar and superficial, what do you know? Do you understand the dominance of âstill equal with the heavensâ and âafter my flowers die, all flowers dieâ?"
"Exactly, you know nothing. I think youâre the ones whoâve never seen the world."
"Mediocre? Well, if itâs so mediocre, why donât you make a mediocre one for everyone too, you noblewomen, you really have no brains, incompetent in everything, with no redeeming qualities except for being jealous."
"..."
The noblewomen were ashamed, their faces turning red, wishing they could crawl into a hole.
"Damn, Su Qianxue really knows how to write poetry. Luckily, I didnât say something like if she can compose a poem, Iâd eat shit; otherwise, Iâd really be in deep trouble."
"Although I didnât say that, itâs still really embarrassing. I feel my face burning hot, and itâs quite swollen."
"Exactly, who would have thought Su Qianxue, playing the zither so horribly, could write such good poetry? It seems she isnât a useless person; I misunderstood herâsheâs just not good at playing the zither, thatâs all."
"Wow, Su Qianxue is so beautiful and talented. Speaking of which, should Da Wu Countryâs first talented woman be replaced?"
"I think itâs feasible. Setting aside everything else, Su Qianxueâs two poems today indeed overshadowed Miss Jiang and all the present talented scholars."
"..."
The menâs eyes on Su Qianxue became even more fervent after their initial embarrassment.
Everyone was dazzled.
In different corners and places, Gu Heng, Lu Huaixin, and Lin Xingxuan also watched the beautiful, immensely talented woman on stage with fervor.
Even Mo Yuanhao had a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Yun Wanyao inadvertently glanced at him, only to see him staring intently at Su Qianxue, and her heart sank once more.
Her younger sisterâs heart could accurately capture every word in the poem, so thereâs no way sheâd misunderstand a living person like Mo Yuanhao.
He and the heroine are indeed destined; perhaps, no matter how hard she tries to disrupt the storyline, she canât overcome their destiny.
Yun Wanyao tightly clenched her fists, not even realizing her nails were digging into her flesh.
"Is Miss Yun looking at me?"
Suddenly, Mo Yuanlin turned his head and looked at her, chuckling lightly, rendering Yun Wanyao stunned. Her dark and beautiful eyes stared blankly at him, not understanding why he would have such a misunderstanding.
It was really just a misunderstanding.
"No, I wouldnât dare, this humble girl wouldnât dare."
After speaking, she quickly glanced at Mo Yuanhao before looking away and sitting upright.
Their voices were not low, but Mo Yuanhao didnât notice at all, so absorbed in his gaze.
"Second brother has been looking at Miss Su for quite a while today. What, are you really interested in Miss Su? Should I grant a marriage for you?"
At the moment she looked away, the smile at the corner of Mo Yuanlinâs mouth faded. He turned to look at Mo Yuanhao beside him, hinting with intention.
Mo Yuanhao, somewhat distracted, was slightly startled when he suddenly heard his voice. Realizing something, he quickly looked away at Mo Yuanlin.
"Elder brother knows I already have a fiancĂ©e, so please donât make such jokes. Being misunderstood by Yaoâer would be bad."