While everyone else was still composing, Jiang Hao had already written two poems, and of such high quality at that. The others immediately grew anxious, especially Young Master Ma Wencai.
He had made a bet with his friends that he would enter the flower chamber as the groom tonight. Wouldn't losing be humiliating?
He considered himself somewhat learned. If he could truly win Miss Yuxian's heart and bring the beauty home, he would gain both woman and wealth. More importantly, if he took Jade Immortal, the flower queen, into his household, Ma Wencai would surely become famous.
Miss Yuxian was well known throughout Hangzhou. She excelled at The Four Arts, Poetry, Wine, Flowers, and Tea, and was adored by countless people. She was practically a star. Winning Jade Immortal would make him vastly more famous and greatly benefit his future prospects.
Everyone knew that fame mattered.
Of course, a woman like that, even if he married her, would be no more than a concubine. Once enough time had passed and he had had his fill of her, he could naturally toss her aside.
Ma Wencai's thoughts raced. He soon wrote a poem as well, then waved for a servant to deliver it to the stage. After the little maid received Ma Wencai's poem, she read it aloud.
When she finished, many people loudly applauded, especially the friends at Ma Wencai's table. Ma Wencai was immensely pleased with himself and deliberately shot a glance toward Jiang Hao's table.
Jiang Hao smiled to himself.
He felt that the previous poem had a little talent to it, but it still fell short of his own two poems.
Most of the praise had merely been people egging things on.
He picked up his brush again and swiftly wrote another poem in one go, then