"But I'm not skilled in the path of poetry. I could try a lyric poem instead."
A smile appeared on Princess Jasmine's delicate little face. "Are any of you skilled in lyric poetry?"
"I am! I can do everything!"
Little Scholar had quite a fiery temper. "It's just lyric poetry, isn't it? I can do it!"
Then his brother grabbed him with one hand and pressed him down, putting him firmly in his place.
"We cannot compose lyric poems." Gui Yunzhi knew his younger brother's abilities very well, so he hurriedly held him back.
Fortunately, the Yaochi Saintess happened to excel in this art. "You wish to sing of snow?"
She faced Princess Jasmine with a calm expression.
Princess Jasmine immediately nodded. "Yes, snow. What do you say?"
"Please." The Yaochi Saintess carried herself elegantly, like an immortal maiden sipping tea and discussing the Dao.
Princess Jasmine was about to recite her lyric poem without a moment's hesitation, but an elderly Flowerfolk woman suddenly spoke. "Wait!"
The elderly Flowerfolk woman beat her wings and flew up, then bowed with her hands clasped. "It is rather dull for us to sit idly like this. Why not hold individual contests, so we need not wait here?"
Individual contests?
Lin Ke could not help feeling amused.
Just as I thought!
A Literary Gathering was supposed to be about making friends through literature, reciting poems together, chatting, and enjoying themselves.
But if they were competing, individual contests were indeed better. It would spare those who knew nothing of refined pursuits from scratching their heads and ears in impatience on the sidelines.
Attending the Literary Gathering was merely a pretense. Their real goal was to make a name for themselves through contests.
It seemed the emergence of the Six Clans was inevitable, too.
Lin Ke