"Bring ink and brush!" Su Quan had finally taken an interest. Palace Maid Shan quickly prepared the ink, and Su Quan picked up the brush and wrote out the entire "Poem of the Ten Fragrance Courtyard" in a sweeping hand.
Though she could not be called a master of calligraphy, her handwriting was still graceful, carrying a trace of heroic spirit, with a hint of seductive charm within that spirit. Palace Maid Shan, standing nearby, applauded loudly.
On a sudden whim, Su Quan did not set down her brush. Instead, it danced like a soaring dragon as she composed another poem: "Within the palace, only the Zhao family's adornments remain; ruined rain and scattered clouds misled the sovereign. Only the knowing moon still shines; it once glimpsed Flying Swallow entering Zhaoyang."
Palace Maid Shan stared blankly for a moment before reacting. "Your Highness's literary talent far surpasses that Teli Jian from the Southern Dynasties. Her wording was vulgar, while Your Highness's choice of words is clearly much more elegant."
"You needn't flatter me. When it comes to literary talent, how can we Khitan people compare to those from the Southern Dynasties? Still, poetry and lyrics are ultimately trivial pursuits. Battling across the battlefield is what we Khitan people excel at." Su Quan smiled faintly, gazing at the poem she had written as a valiant figure surfaced in her mind.
"Your Highness is right." Palace Maid Shan looked as though she had been taught a lesson.
"You may withdraw first." Su Quan clearly had no time to waste with her here. She could not wait to return to Song Qingshu's embrace.
"Yes~" Palace Maid Shan respectfully withdrew.
The moment she stepped outside and closed the door, Su Quan eagerly rushed into the inner room and threw herself into Song Qingshu's arms,