For a moment, thunderous cheers rang out, and congratulations to Su Xingchun poured in without end.
Xuan Lengyan felt both astonished and worried, but more than anything, she was confused. From what she knew of Xu Yi, that bad seed would never fall into a trap so easily.
But she couldn't figure out how Xu Yi could possibly turn things around now.
"Young Master Yiling, what do you think of my poem? With all these people watching, you wouldn't go back on your promise so soon, would you?"
Su Xingchun fixed Xu Yi with a beaming smile.
Xu Yi smiled. "It's not bad, but it's my masterpiece. What's the point of plagiarizing it like this?"
As he spoke, a booklet appeared in Xu Yi's hand. He flipped through a few pages, stopped at one, then opened it and showed it to everyone. A poem was written there—none other than "When Will the Bright Moon Appear." The paper had frayed edges, and the ink had faded considerably. It was clearly old; there was no way it could be a forgery.
Su Xingchun was struck as if by lightning. A cry of disbelief rang out from the crowd. "Impossible!"
Immediately, a figure hurriedly retreated.
Xu Yi knew that the person retreating was the one who had sent a voice transmission to Su Xingchun. He had to be a poet in the Su Household's service—the same person who had held up a placard to Su Xingchun earlier.
Xu Yi had readily accepted Su Xingchun's wager because, using a subtle perception technique, he had precisely caught the line of text on the placard. It had filled him with utter disbelief.
The poem Su Xingchun had used to cheat was actually one he had written years ago.
Needless to say, it must have been brought