As the ministers of Great Xia voiced their admiration, Princess Liuli scoffed.
"That's it? That deserves your applause? Do you know that the second half I wrote is an immortal masterpiece? In a thousand years, no one has surpassed it."
Her outrageous boast immediately silenced everyone present.
Qian Shiyue remained composed, though her grip on her handkerchief tightened. She had always been confident in her poetry, but today, however she completed this line, it seemed to lack a soul, leaving her faintly uneasy.
She desperately wanted to know what Princess Liuli's second half was.
So she asked, "Please enlighten us, Princess!"
Liuli glanced at the line she had written. "I have never liked critiquing other people's work."
How could she understand what these ancient people were trying to express in their flowery language?
She only knew that the verses she had memorized were enough to uphold her reputation as a dazzling genius.
"Sorry for the trouble, Princess, but please write out the second half. I truly wish to admire it!" Qian Shiyue was so curious about the second half that it felt as though claws were scratching at her heart.
If she could not learn the second half Princess Liuli had written, she would be unable to sleep for nights on end.
Liuli picked up her brush with a smile and prepared to write. "Watch closely. Your Great Xia Dynasty is bound to lose!"
Just as she wrote the first character.
A tender little voice rang out beside her. "I want to finish it too! I want to finish it too!"
Everyone turned to look. A three-year-old girl had actually walked up beside Princess Liuli, holding a small ball.
Xia Wanwan was much shorter than her, prompting waves of ridicule from the East Lin delegation.
"A child? She looks barely