Lin Xuan looked at the girl who had burst in like a whirlwind and suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Finished writing."
Jin Lihua's eyes lit up. "Let me see?"
"No."
"Why?" Jin Lihua asked curiously.
"The Commander-in-Chief said no copying." Jin Lihua immediately choked on her anger. She realized this guy guarded against her as if she were a thief.
"I wasn't going to copy it." Jin Lihua sounded somewhat aggrieved.
Seeing her like this, Lin Xuan sighed helplessly and handed over his draft.
Jin Lihua happily read it, but once she had finished, her delighted expression turned to puzzlement.
"Th-This was written by you?" Her voice was full of disbelief, as though she could not believe such a poem had come from a young boy.
"Of course. Who else could it be? Search all of Great Jin, and you still won't find another like it."
Jin Lihua nodded.
"Good. Your poem has given me quite a bit of inspiration."
"You're not really going to copy it, are you?" Lin Xuan had a bad feeling again.
"Who wants to copy it? I'm only drawing a little inspiration from it. If I copied your poem, I'm afraid the Commander-in-Chief would recognize it at a glance." Jin Lihua shook her head.
"I'm off. I already know what I should write." Jin Lihua waved, turned, and left.
Dong... dong... dong...
The afternoon bells of the Governor-General's Residence rang out.
That afternoon, more than ten disciples took their seats in the study hall of the Governor-General's Residence.
Li Baisheng sat at the head of the room, a stack of rice paper on the table before him. Everyone handed in the poems they had written.
Lin Xuan's face remained expressionless.
Jin Lihua excitedly handed in her work.
Wang Yi took a deep breath and submitted