"Do you not see the Yellow River's waters come from heaven, rushing to the sea, never to return?"
Qian Shiyue carefully savored the line. Before her eyes, she seemed to see the river's surging waves, roaring and racing toward the sea.
Such a magnificent, sweeping scene could be conjured with a single line of poetry-a testament to the power of the writing and the brilliance of its creator.
Brush in hand, she repeatedly wrote out elegant characters, only to reject each attempt herself and cross it out!
Her delicate face was full of indecision and distress.
No matter how she set down her brush, it felt wrong. No words could measure up to such a line.
Princess Liuli lifted her little face, brimming with smugness. "It seems the talented ladies of your Great Xia Dynasty are nothing special after all. This was merely a line I casually recited in my spare time, yet it has stumped every one of you."
That was right.
She alone was the chosen daughter of destiny.
Not one of these paper characters was a match for her!
"That's not quite right." Xia Wanwan shook her head beside her, looking at Princess Liuli as though she were a fool.
Princess Liuli knitted her brows. "What's not right about it?"
"Older Sister Qian isn't unable to answer. She's thinking about what she'll get if she beats you! You were the ones who declared war, but you haven't even stated the spoils or the terms. How could Older Sister Qian dare put brush to paper?"
Xia Wanwan spoke in a clear, bright voice.
They had never stated the terms for winning or losing at the outset, merely rushed forward to compete with a line of poetry. They wanted nothing more than to show off the wisdom they had