Enraged, Qiao Ziming instinctively shouted out.

When he saw Su Muxi glancing at him sideways, her eyes full of impatience and rejection, his anger intensified, but he also came to his senses.

He and Su Muxi are already divorced, so he has no right to reprimand Su Muxi.

Besides, this is a literary gathering; if anything were actually said here, it would only make us a laughingstock.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ziming looked at Su Muxi with a gloomy expression and said coldly, "This is not a place for you. If you don't want to embarrass yourself, leave now!"

Even a clay figure retains a touch of earthiness.

Su Muxi originally didn't want to come, but she was forced to come and just go through the motions, thinking she would just write something casually.

However, after being belittled by Qiao Ziming time and time again, she no longer wanted to treat this matter casually.

Since we're already here, let Qiao Ziming get to know her again!

"What? Is the young master afraid? Afraid of being outshone by an ugly woman like me?"

"Moreover, in the Crown Prince's eyes, I'm afraid that if I just step out of my house and let everyone see my appearance, I'll already be a disgrace. Since I've already made a disgrace, what's there to be afraid of?"

Su Muxi's expression was indifferent, but her words were full of sarcasm.

Qiao Ziming was so angry that his face turned red. He opened his mouth, but in the end he just let out a heavy snort.

She's always so ungrateful, always going against him. If Su Muxi had been more obedient, he wouldn't have divorced her in the first place.

If that's the case, then don't blame him for not remembering our past friendship!

He was determined to make Su Muxi face reality and realize how good he was!

"Two great scholars, please pose your questions!"

Qiao Ziming looked at the two Confucian scholars who were the judges. His demeanor and tone were arrogant, which made the two scholars very unhappy.

Although they came from humble backgrounds, they held a high position in the literary world, and their students were spread throughout the imperial court.

Even princes would show them deference, yet this heir of the Marquis of Anyang was so arrogant.

One of them looked at Qiao Ziming coldly, a malicious smile flashing across his eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Then let's use 'regret' as the theme, and the genre is not limited."

The other man stroked his beard, clearly quite satisfied with the topic.

Everyone had different thoughts.

Regret?

What is there to regret?

Just as everyone was still speculating about the intentions of the two great scholars, Su Muxi spoke first.

"When I heard this topic, I was immediately reminded of a poem."

After saying that, he read it aloud to himself.

"My heart is still awake after being married to the wrong man; my ex-husband was arrogant and conceited. I will not shed tears of sorrow and resentment, but will walk alone towards a new journey."

"This poem is beneath my notice, and I'm afraid it will make you all laugh. So I won't write it anymore, to avoid further embarrassment!"

Su Muxi deliberately emphasized the words "shameful," her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Adding to this, her poem, brimming with regret over her impending marriage, caused Qiao Ziming's handsome face to turn a deep purplish-red.

Did Su Muxi really regret marrying him?

snort!

What good is regret now?!

Su Muxi is destined to be Qiao Ziming's woman!

To everyone's surprise, Su Muxi could actually compose poetry!

Although the poem was not particularly well-written, the fact that the author was able to come up with a solution immediately after the topic was given demonstrates his considerable knowledge.

It turns out that Su Muxi is not only skilled in medicine, but also has some other talents.

In addition, her identity as a member of the Su family makes her seem quite good.

It's just a pity that he's too ugly!

Xie Xuan was the most enthusiastic, clapping loudly from the audience, almost breaking his hands in the process.

"Excellent! Miss Su, this poem is wonderful! A truly beautiful line: 'Without shedding a tear of sorrow, I walk alone towards a new journey.' I'm willing to offer one hundred taels of silver to buy this poem!"

One hundred taels was a considerable sum for Xie Xuan, the son of a poor censor.

It might be all that Xie Xuan could offer.

Looking at Xie Xuan's excited appearance, most of the onlookers were puzzled while watching the spectacle.

Judging from Xie Xuan's expression, it's probably true that he likes Su Muxi, but what exactly is it about Su Muxi that Xie Xuan likes?

But no matter what the reason, the fact that Su Muxi was ugly was something they simply couldn't accept.

Shen Yaxin scoffed. If she could write such poems, then Su Muxi's calligraphy was probably not very good either.

I'm afraid I'll really embarrass myself in the end.

If she were to step forward and say a few kind words in her defense, would Su Muxi feel grateful and thus prepare the ointment for her?

But doing so might offend Princess Chang Le.

While Shen Yaxin was hesitating, Pei Yuan began to write.

Wei Yichen had already made up his mind and moved closer to Su Muxi.

Su Muxi was more cautious this time and quickly distanced herself from Wei Yichen, saying, "Just tell me directly, I'll write it down slowly."

But then Wei Yichen whispered, "My poem needs to be paired with my cousin's calligraphy. Otherwise, if I just read it out, I'm afraid I'll lose to the Marquis of Anyang's heir. I'm sure my cousin wouldn't want us to lose to him and embarrass ourselves."

Su Muxi glared at Wei Yichen.

very good.

Her cousin is very perceptive.

"Speak softly, and don't get too close to me. Especially don't put your voice right next to my ear."

After saying this, Su Muxi blushed slightly. The right half of her face looked beautiful and lovely, but the left half looked ugly and horrifying.

But there was no fear or disgust in Wei Yichen's eyes, only a smile and doting affection.

Qiao Ziming watched the interaction between the two, his hands clenched into fists, feeling both resentment and a touch of regret.

I regret not proving Su Muxi's innocence sooner!

If Su Muxi were to have his child now, let's see if she would still "walk alone on the new journey"!

Pei Yuan finished writing first, and immediately a servant came and held up the completed poem.

"Flowers bloom like a dream, vanish like the wind; a golden opportunity slips away in the water. Sleepless at night, I think of the past; how many share my deep regret?"

Someone read Pei Yuan's poem aloud, and everyone savored it.

Coupled with Pei Yuan's rich and skillful calligraphy, everyone nodded in approval.

"As expected of Minister Pei's son, not only is his literary talent outstanding, but his calligraphy is also powerful and vigorous!"

"Young Master Pei's literary talent is always outstanding. I still admire his calligraphy from last year, which hangs in my study every day!"

…

Pei Yuan thought of Qiao Zixi and, moved by the thought, composed this poem.

Pei Yuan was originally quite satisfied with the poem he had written in one go, but after hearing these flattering words, his face turned cold.

Perhaps to these people, his literary talent wasn't important; what mattered most was that he was the son of the Minister of Revenue…

On the other side, Su Muxi also gradually stopped writing.

Just as the servant was about to step forward and hold up the poem that Su Muxi had written, Wei Yichen stopped him.

"Young man, please wait a moment. I would like to wait until the Marquis of Anyang's masterpiece is completed before we all appreciate it together."

As she spoke, she looked at Qiao Ziming with a half-smile, "Why isn't the Heir Apparent of Anyang writing? Could it be that you haven't made up your mind yet? It seems that the Heir Apparent is going to lose this round!"