"I haven't even finished writing a single poem, and someone has already composed a poem about the zither that satisfies Miss Hongyu? How can I believe that?"
At the maidservant's words, the talented scholars and writers present instantly erupted.
Since ancient times, men of letters had looked down on one another. None of them accepted anyone else's superiority... Without overwhelming proof before their eyes, it was hard for them to accept being so far inferior to someone else.
"This is Young Master Fu's poem. If any of you Young Masters are unconvinced, then compose a poem no worse than this one and compete with it."
As if she had expected this all along, the maidservant directly held up the poem Fu Hua had written earlier.
"..."
"This handwriting... It's so unique, truly distinctive..."
"This feeling can only be recalled in memory... Forget it. I'm simply inferior."
Looking at this "Brocade Zither," although they were all proud, they had no choice but to admit it... They were no match for him.
Continuing would only bring humiliation upon themselves.
"Is Young Master Fu here?"
Seeing that no one had anything more to say, the maidservant asked again.
"I am. Please lead the way, miss."
At that moment, under everyone's gaze... Fu Hua led Cang Xiaoxuan to Hongyu's maidservant.
"So this is Fu Hua? His poetry is this good, and he's this handsome too... How unfair the heavens are!"
When Fu Hua stepped forward, the scholars around him were dealt another blow. They could not match his literary talent... and they were completely outclassed in appearance as well?
"Tch, just a pretty boy... Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a young lady." Of course, some remained unconvinced and muttered mockingly under their breath.
But Fu Hua paid no attention to