Things had come to this, and Ambassador Hong could hardly say anything more. He glanced at Xu Yi without joy or anger, then stepped aside.
"Princess Yinqiu, what brilliant idea do you have? By all means, tell us."
Third Young Master Yun shot Xu Yi a sidelong glance.
Xu Yi said, "If we test him in other ways, Third Young Master may not be convinced. I just heard that he has turned out one fine work after another and won the whole hall's applause. It seems he has some talent for poetry. Princess Yinqiu has also loved poetry all her life. She has written down hundreds of poems and verses on all sorts of subjects, though she has never shared them with the outside world. I was fortunate enough to see them and commit them to memory. Why don't we compete in poetry?"
Before Xu Yi had even finished speaking, the smile on Third Young Master Yun's face could no longer be held back. A moment later, he burst out laughing.
It was not just Third Young Master Yun who roared with laughter. The entire Yun family joined in, and even among the assembled nobles, quite a few laughed aloud.
The Yun family of Jiannan was royalty, but also renowned for passing down poetry and learning through the generations. Their literary fame was immense. The current head of the Yun family, Path Venerable Guide, had once written an Ode to the Great Void, which the Sacred Court had included in its collection and displayed in the Pavilion of Treasured Works.
The Yun family's descendants had always enjoyed great literary fame. The direct line of the family in particular was full of people who had received instruction from renowned masters since childhood, excelling in both civil and martial pursuits.
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