The surprise in Wu Xuanhuang's beautiful eyes flashed by in an instant.

Someone might step forward at this moment and perhaps compose a decent poem... but the probability of that is too low.

She wasn't the only one who thought this way; the white-clad female swordsman behind her felt the same way. She gave Xiao Yu a cold look but didn't say anything.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Shilang?"

"Hahaha, who do we have here? It's Xiao Shilang, who has intellectual disabilities!"

"He was fighting with Bai Can upstairs just now, and now he's writing poetry?"

"He can write poetry? Perhaps he's just trying to win over this young lady because of her stunning beauty?"

"Heh, how vulgar!"

Someone recognized Xiao Yu and then started laughing loudly.

They couldn't write poetry, so when they saw Xiao Yu stealing the spotlight, they naturally started attacking him en masse.

"Is he Xiao Shilang?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wu Xuanhuang's beautiful eyes as she looked Xiao Yu up and down.

"It was him?"

The white-clad female swordsman behind him was also surprised, and looked at Xiao Yu with her eyes.

A look of surprise flashed in their beautiful eyes; they clearly hadn't expected to meet Xiao Yu here.

"They seem to know me?"

Xiao Yu thought about it with some confusion, but soon understood... Who in the entire capital didn't know the Xiao Prince's Mansion? Those who had heard of the Xiao Prince's Mansion naturally knew that the tenth son of the Xiao family was an intellectually impaired idiot.

"So he was a fool. A fool can write poetry?"

"Xiao Shilang, you'd better stop trying to attract attention."

"Go back to Prince Xiao's residence obediently, and don't embarrass yourself..."

The news of Xiao Yu being granted the title of Prince Xiao had not yet spread, and those who were making a fuss were unaware of this news, shouting loudly one after another.

This situation made Wu Xuanhuang frown.

The Xiao family is full of loyal martyrs. Even though Xiao Yu has never been to the battlefield, he is the only male member left in the Xiao family. How dare these people mock him like this?

Just as Wu Xuanhuang was about to get angry, Xiao Yu smiled slightly.

"You just said you wanted to use this Dragon Sword as a prize?" Xiao Yu said with a smile.

This stunning woman was indeed beautiful, but the Youlong Sword also held a great attraction for Xiao Yu. He subtly reminded her that he had come for the Youlong Sword.

"yes."

Wu Xuanhuang nodded slightly, "As long as you compose a poem, I will give you the Youlong Sword."

She made up her mind that as long as Xiao Yu wrote a proper poem, regardless of its quality, she would give him the Youlong Sword.

If Xiao Yu can't do it... then I'll just reward him with the Youlong Sword later. Xiao Yu was able to become King Xiao because of her reward.

"Then I'll give it a try."

Xiao Yu smiled, thinking to himself that although this older sister was stunningly beautiful, she was very approachable, spoke kindly, and was gentle with him.

He glanced at the exquisite dragon-shaped sword and asked, "May I see this sword?"

"Of course."

Wu Xuanhuang handed the Youlong Sword to the white-clad female swordsman beside him, asking her to give the Youlong Sword to Xiao Yu.

The female swordsman didn't speak, but she looked somewhat resentful. When she handed the Youlong Sword to Xiao Yu, she glared at him fiercely.

The white-clad female swordswoman wasn't the only one who was unhappy; the onlookers in the hall were also annoyed.

They all thought Xiao Yu was incapable of writing poetry, so why should he look at someone else's Youlong Sword?

This stunningly beautiful lady is just too kind-hearted!

Xiao Yu weighed the sword in his hand for a few moments, then, with one hand on the hilt and the other on the scabbard, he gently drew it.

"Whoosh!"

Even with just a sliver of the sword exposed, Xiao Yu could feel the sharpness of the Wandering Dragon Sword.

"Indeed a fine sword!"

"Then I will use this sword to compose a poem..."

Xiao Yu pressed the sword back into its sheath and said loudly, "Ten years to forge a sword."

Wu Xuanhuang was taken aback and looked at Xiao Yu curiously, wondering if he was going to use this Youlong Sword to compose a poem.

Xiao Yu continued, "The Frost Blade has not yet been tested."

Ten years of honing a sword, yet its sharp edge remains untested.

Upon hearing this complete line of poetry, everyone was somewhat surprised. Could this fool Xiao Shilang really compose poetry?

This line is perfectly matched and also has a beautiful artistic conception.

These ten words are perfectly apt for describing this Youlong Sword.

It possesses both the craftsmanship of the master swordsmith Ou Yezixuan, who spent ten years perfecting a single sword, and the chivalry and heroism of a young man wielding a sword.

"Such a few words, yet they convey such profound meaning."

Wu Xuanhuang is highly learned and naturally able to appreciate the level and artistic conception of Xiao Yu's poem.

Behind her, the white-clad female swordsman also trembled. The sword in her hand was not the Youlong Sword, but it was still a famous sword.

Having nurtured her sword for many years, the female swordswoman deeply empathized with the sentiment expressed in Xiao Yu's poem.

"Ten years to hone a sword, its frosty edge yet to be tested."

Some onlookers couldn't help but start reading along.

Then, someone impatiently said, "Xiao Shilang, please continue..."

Are you no longer mocking me?

Xiao Yu sneered, held the Youlong Sword horizontally in front of his chest, and shouted, "Today I present it to you, who has a grievance to redress?"

"boom!!"

Upon hearing Xiao Yu's poem, everyone felt their minds go blank, as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Ten years to hone a sword, its frosty edge yet to be tested."

"Today I present this to you; who has a grievance to redress?"

Everyone silently recited the poem in their hearts, feeling its artistic conception.

Those who can afford to spend money here are all people with a certain level of wealth; they are certainly not illiterate laymen. Even if they are not scholars, they can still appreciate the charm of this poem.

Moreover, there are many scholars here, as well as several swordsmen with swords at their sides.

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