"Could we get in just by writing any random poem? There's no quality requirement?"
Du Bai asked.
After all, composing a good poem wasn't like taking a dump—you couldn't just whip one out whenever you wanted. It required a great deal of time.
Of course, if inspiration struck, composing a poem in an instant wasn't impossible.
"If you only want to throw something together, then there's no need for you to come to Moonlight Pavilion!"
"Those who come to Moonlight Pavilion are people of refined tastes. If you just want to muddle through, then there's no point in coming here!"
A voice carrying a faint note of reprimand sounded.
Du Bai focused his gaze.
A handsome young man dressed in elegant robes was walking over. He looked a few years younger than Du Bai.
When Du Bai got a clear look at the man's face, he froze slightly.
Wasn't this the man from room 301 at the Between Mountains and Seas Hotel yesterday, teaching a woman how to produce beautiful flute sounds?
Du Bai remembered that he had even invited him inside to have some fun.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Prince!"
At that moment, Jasmine, the Moonlight Pavilion receptionist, came over and bowed.
"Miss Jasmine, there's no need to stand on ceremony!"
"I'm a regular at Moonlight Pavilion, and also a student here. Just call me Qinghe or Senior Qinghe."
The handsome young man in elegant robes wore a gentle, refined expression.
"Alright, Senior Qinghe!"
Jasmine said with a slight smile.
Du Bai was stunned. This guy was Xue Qinghe, the eldest prince of Heaven Dou City?
This was different from the original novel!
Du Bai remembered that in the original novel, Xue Qinghe had been a deeply calculating, elegant, and aloof man.
But this guy had been seeking thrills