Ye Tangtang stood on the stage. Although she was much shorter than Lu Wuyou, her bearing was beyond compare with that of an ordinary young lady. Everyone could not help praising her-she truly was a little princess raised in the imperial palace!
"Lu Wuyou, what would you like to compete in? Tell me. Anything suits this princess."
Lu Wuyou hesitated for a moment, remembering that since Ye Tangtang had left the Cold Palace, she had attended school for only two days. She did not have so much as a drop of scholarly ink in her belly.
"Whatever the Ninth Princess prefers. I shall go first, so Your Highness can think before reciting."
Ye Tangtang waved a hand. "No need. This princess has already thought of something."
"What! Your Highness already has an idea? As expected of a princess-so young, yet with talent enough to fill eight bushels!"
Lu Wuyou: "...?"
Ye Tangtang struck a proper pose, cleared her throat twice, and slowly recited, "A lofty tower rises a hundred feet; my hand could pluck the stars. I dare not raise my voice, for fear of startling those in heaven."
"Li Bai."
Hearing this poem, Lu Wuyou turned deathly pale and staggered back two steps, all his spirit draining away in an instant.
This was... a poem the little princess had composed?
This was far too... far too outrageous. Had she really attended school for only two days?
"Wonderful! The little princess truly has talent enough to fill eight bushels, a master of poetry, lyrics, songs, and verse! Only twenty short characters, yet they bring us right into the scene!"
"The princess is incredible! Even the great literary masters of our Northern Li could not compose such a magnificent poem!"
"But what do those last two characters, 'Li Bai,' mean?"
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