I Was Thinking of You

A single "Qingping Melody" drew cheers from the entire hall!

"What a poem!"

"Qinglian Hermit, won't you revise it?"

someone asked.

Li Bai set down his brush, swept his sleeve, and said, "Not a single word will be changed!"

Anyone could hear how fine this poem was. Li Jiqing threw back his head and laughed, praising, "Qinglian Hermit truly deserves to be called the Poetry Immortal of our Great Tang! Such confidence, such proud spirit. Young Lady of the Yang family, what do you think of the poem Qinglian Hermit has written?"

"Are you satisfied with it?"

Yang Yuhuan froze.

He was asking her?

Was that something she could comment on?

Seeing Yang Yuhuan lost in thought, Li Jiqing added, "I had the Poetry Immortal write this for you!"

For her?

Yang Yuhuan was even more astonished at those words.

Li Bai, too, could not help frowning.

Yang Yuhuan?

This poem of his had not been written for Yang Yuhuan.

Just as Li Bai was about to step forward and explain, Li Jin at his side stopped him.

"Taibai! Do not act rashly."

Li Jin lowered his voice in warning.

"..."

Act rashly?

This was not rashness.

Just as Li Bai was about to shake free of Li Jin and step forward to argue with Li Jiqing, Verdant Green Maiden gently caught the corner of his robe from behind.

"Taibai! Be good."

The moment those words left her lips, Li Bai froze where he stood.

With one sentence from Verdant Green Maiden, more than half his drunkenness vanished.

"Wif... Mystic Maiden?"

"It isn't worth it," Verdant Green Maiden said softly.

Hearing that, Li Bai fell silent. He looked toward Li Jiqing and Yang Yuhuan, his gaze profound as he said nothing.

Over there, Yang Yuhuan looked at Li Bai and