"Brother Xu, that slap was hard enough, don't you think? Yun San's face is red. It's time to let this go."
Holding the Spiritual Connection Jade, Xu Yi sent his thoughts through it.
Behind the curtain, Young Master Xu saw the Spiritual Connection Jade change color and hurriedly drew it into his palm. She sent her thoughts through it: "A red face isn't enough. You heard what that Yun fellow said. He clearly isn't convinced. If you don't press your advantage and make him admit defeat wholeheartedly, when will you?"
Xu Yi released the Spiritual Connection Jade, muttering inwardly. That Xu fellow was too shameless. To think he'd come up with "admit defeat wholeheartedly."
Did Old Third Yun look like the sort to accept defeat? This was clearly an attempt to drive Xu into the ground.
No matter how displeased he was, Xu Yi kept his expression unchanged. Smiling at Third Young Master Yun, he said, "Then why doesn't Third Young Master point out the original author? Such a masterpiece shouldn't be left to languish in obscurity."
Third Young Master Yun's face flushed. He was used to being arrogant, but even he couldn't bring himself to sink to such shamelessness.
The middle-aged man in purple robes gave a cold snort. "A masterpiece is a masterpiece, but some masterpieces have yet to see the light of day. Are there really so few literati selling their calligraphy and paintings these days? Besides, poetry and prose are the voice of the heart. Without experience, there can be no insight; without insight, there can be no fine work. Was this poem truly written by Princess Yinqiu?"
Xu Yi said, "I understand. You mean we should have another round? Then let's continue. I'd also like to know just how many masterpieces Princess Yinqiu has secretly