The Contest for the Empress's Seal

Qin Yanan stood up, poured two cups of plain boiled water to make tea, then picked up her phone and browsed the news. A faint smile rested on her lips as she watched Liu Chang'an send Zhou Shuling two text messages.

Zhou Shuling seemed to see them immediately and replied. Liu Chang'an then responded to her.

After exchanging a few messages, Liu Chang'an turned off his phone screen. This was perfectly normal for him. Qin Yanan knew that he generally got straight to the point when he had something to say and rarely chatted with people over text. Once he felt the matter had been discussed, he would not reply anymore, regardless of whether the other person wanted to keep talking.

"Who is Fan Xian? This 'Climbing High' isn't some work with the same title either. It's obviously Du Fu's poem, the finest regulated verse of all time." Suppressing the many thoughts in her heart, Qin Yanan started with the least important matter.

"Fan Xian is a transmigrator. Since he's a transmigrator, if he's going to copy poems, then naturally he can't leave out 'Climbing High,' the finest regulated verse of all time." Liu Chang'an nodded and continued, "With this seven-character regulated verse alone, Du Fu fully deserved the title of Poet Sage. Setting aside the meticulous parallelism and beauty of its rhythm, that realm was something ordinary people found difficult to comprehend, much less evoke. Before reading 'Climbing High,' I had always felt Du Fu fell a little short of Li Bai. Only after reading it did I suddenly understand—it wasn't that Du Fu was inferior to Li Bai. It was simply that Li Bai's style was easier for me to accept and understand."

"Is it because, as a transcendent being, it's difficult for you to empathize with an