Who invented this thing called "poetry"?
It was so useful!
Zeng Anmin looked at the Princess, who had fallen silent.
The corners of his mouth curled up faintly of their own accord.
A trace of amusement gleamed in his eyes.
Clearly, his poem "Inscribed on a Southern Village in the Capital" had hit the mark.
Of course, he definitely could not use that poem title in this world.
Whether it was Southern Village or Liu Village did not matter.
What mattered was that it let him put on a show.
As the saying went, being able to show off was a blessing.
"Regarding volunteering for the campaign, I still need to ask my father."
Zeng Anmin interrupted the Princess's absorbed musings, his gaze steady.
"Your Highness is a member of the imperial family, so I understand that it would be inappropriate for you to befriend military commanders."
"But though I am merely a scholar, I still have to consider my father. So I must deliberate carefully as well."
"As for Wu Qianfeng, I will do my best to speak with him more before the expedition."
The Princess slowly raised her head, revealing those placid eyes untouched by ripples.
She said nothing for a long while.
"Mm."
Zeng Anmin left Liu Residence.
He did not see Liu Xian.
Only after leaving Liu Residence did he roughly understand the Princess's purpose in meeting him this time.
It was still for the Xi Huang Diagram.
Of course, she had also wanted to flex her muscles.
The Martial Arts Aura she had revealed was, to a great extent, her way of expressing dissatisfaction with him.
She had helped his father in court.
Yet he had failed to find any clues about the Xi Huang Diagram for so long. In her eyes, he was