Huang Lian had returned.
Master Wuxin hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty Empress, how did it go?"
Huang Lian said, "I'm still not entirely sure. Everyone, please continue with the poetry gathering for now."
She truly could not be certain whether Ye Tianyi would come.
"Mm, that works."
Mo Bai then said, "I truly wanted to compete with Little Brother Ye. I never expected that, aside from the piano, Little Brother Ye would also be interested in poetry and prose. At such a young age, he really is astonishing."
Mo Bai said with a smile.
What he was really doing was emphasizing Ye Tianyi's age to everyone. He was so young, yet he knew so many things—didn't they find that strange?
And that was indeed the case. Whether it was Qin Hao from before or Ye Tianyi, both of them were somewhat outrageous!
But after all, Ye Tianyi was now the Emperor Lord in name.
"It is possible. Some people's talent is simply extraordinary. After all, some attain enlightenment in their twenties, while others cannot do so even after several thousand years. That is the essential difference."
"Still, these two poems truly are excellent."
Master Wuxin could not help looking at the two poems again and praising them.
"Yes, it has indeed been a long time since we have seen new poetry of such a standard. It is very stunning."
An old man said.
Jian Nanshan fell silent, because he had a conflict with Ye Tianyi. When he learned that these had been written by Ye Tianyi, he wondered whether he could find evidence proving that they had not been written by that Ye Tianyi!
But there was also an awkward issue: this Ye Tianyi had actually become the Emperor Lord. That meant he absolutely could not openly oppose him.
Regardless of