"Your Highness, have you thought of something?"
Seeing the smile appear at the corners of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth, Zhang Xinnian lowered his voice to ask.
Jiang Xiaobai's smile deepened, but he said nothing. He simply leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.
Huh?
Zhang Xinnian stared, stunned.
Wait, what did His Highness mean by this?
By now, the people around them had also noticed Jiang Xiaobai's reaction.
Indeed, everyone else had already begun writing.
Du Chong, in particular, was writing at a flying pace.
Guo Zhan and Zhong Yu had also put brush to paper.
Even the Third Prince had picked up his brush after a moment's thought.
Yet Jiang Xiaobai had not so much as touched his brush. He had even closed his eyes.
It left everyone scratching their heads.
"Why hasn't Jiang Xiaobai started writing?"
"Could essay writing be beyond him?"
Murmurs gradually rose.
Doubt returned to the eyes of many as they looked at Jiang Xiaobai.
After all, Jiang Xiaobai had certainly dazzled them during the earlier round on wind, flowers, snow, and moonlight.
But the more dazzling he was, the more everyone wanted to see whether he had any weaknesses at all.
If he truly could not produce an essay, that would at least prove he was not capable of everything.
Within the Jia Character Area, brushes continued to scratch across paper.
Half an hour later.
Du Chong was the first to stop writing.
He set down his brush and looked at the essay he had written with sweeping strokes, a smile finally appearing on his face.
Not bad. He was very satisfied with this piece.
It was not much inferior to his earlier work, "On the Impoverished Scholars."
In particular, he had taken advantage of the unrestricted topic to write about impoverished