However, not everyone thought so.
The Featherfolk prince said nothing, but the elderly Featherfolk rolled his eyes thoughtfully and smiled. "I'd say they were six of one and half a dozen of the other."
He gave a friendly smile. "Neither poem brought forth a manifestation, and that 'snow maiden' is somewhat more vulgar than a garland on the treetops. Thus, in my view, our prince won."
Bootlicker!
Lin Ke cursed inwardly, then shook his head and was just about to speak.
"Bootlicker!" To his surprise, the Little Scholar cursed aloud. "Anyone with ears can fucking tell old man Guan Fangyi's poem was better, right? Don't you Featherfolk have an extra pair of wings? How come it feels like you grew wings and lost your ears?"
At the words "old man," Guan Fangyi's hand froze over his beard for a second before he shot the Little Scholar a fierce glare.
The Little Scholar ignored Guan Fangyi's glare outright and curled his lip at the Featherfolk prince with a careless air.
"You look so damned full of yourself, so why do you stink this badly? Guan Fangyi alone can crush you. I won't even bother having my Brother Lin step in, or your defeat would be even uglier."
"And you, you old fossil. Shouldn't a bootlicker at least be younger? Your skills are something else-you can't even flatter someone properly. A snow maiden is vulgar?"
"Have you never been to a brothel? In a brothel, a Tile Kiln, or an entertainment house, any man or woman could dream up several far more vulgar terms."
"And those big idiots over there. Your prince hadn't even finished reciting his poem, and you'd already posed your hands to applaud. Fucking hilarious..."
The Little Scholar reclined on his cushion, hands crossed behind his head, a brush