The Trouble Jiuru Faced

Xu Yi knew he was famous, but he had never imagined he was famous to this extent. Even the Son of Heaven of Great Yue was gazing at him with shining eyes, as if he were a star.

"Your Majesty honors me too much. I am unworthy."

Before arriving, he had been weighed down by worry. It was only after entering the hall that he realized the chaos today involved far more than just him.

Though he had now heard that the Son of Heaven of Great Yue wished to summon him, he felt not the slightest pride.

Ye Tiangao stepped forward again. "Your Majesty, Xu Yi is one of your own officials. You can have him compose a splendid work for you at any time. But there are still foreign officials present, and the dispute has yet to be resolved. Besides, a literary gathering of this caliber comes but once. Why not treat it as a birthday banquet, sit back and watch, and enjoy yourself?"

He had brought Xu Yi into the fray to put an end to the mess before them. If anything went wrong, he would be doomed beyond redemption.

The Son of Heaven waved a hand. "Minister Ye is right. Xu, display your gifts as Poet Immortal and Word Sage, and let the foreign lands bathe in the literary grace of Great Yue."

"Your Majesty, my thoughts are in disarray, and my emotions unsettled. My mind is elsewhere. Even if I possess a little wisdom, I fear I cannot shoulder this responsibility. I beg Your Majesty to choose someone more capable."

What a joke. The woman he loved was about to fall into the hands of the lecherous Son of Heaven of Great Yue. Whether or not his thoughts were in disarray, for Xu Yi to