Among all these poems, Song Yaoyao's had the most evocative imagery!
How could it not?
Who was Zheng Banqiao? One of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou! How could his work be anything less than excellent?
And so, Song Yaoyao took first place in all four rounds, becoming the Competition Champion of the seventh Rain-Listening Pavilion Poetry Gathering!
Song Yaoyao did not even have to guess to know that Lou Shuyu must be going mad with rage.
She looked over at Lou Shuyu, and sure enough, his expression was utterly grim.
Lou Shuyu had only placed third. In truth, that was already an excellent result, but in his eyes, any rank other than first meant nothing.
Lou Shuyu looked at Song Yaoyao, then at Song Qingyu, who had placed second. His gaze turned exceptionally cold, as though he wanted to devour them.
Seeing that look in his eyes only made Song Yaoyao more excited! Her smile grew wider and brighter.
Song Yaoyao's smile stabbed at Lou Shuyu's eyes. Was she mocking my incompetence?
Had I really fallen at the hands of these Song siblings?
I couldn't match Song Qinghui in martial arts, or Song Yaoyao and Song Qingyu in scholarship!
Those damned members of the Song Household! Did they insist on opposing me?
Anyone who blocked my path deserved to die.
Guagua: [Host, that scumbag Lou Shuyu is about to lose his mind!]
Song Yaoyao: [After everything I've done, that's exactly what I've been waiting for!]
Song Yaoyao stopped looking at Lou Shuyu, because the award ceremony was about to begin.
The top three contestants in the Poetry Gathering all received prizes.
Song Yaoyao's prizes were exceptionally lavish: a priceless Huzhou writing brush, a stick of superb Huizhou ink, a Duan inkstone crafted by a renowned artisan, and a guzheng made