Everyone nodded as they listened. Compared to Loiman's, Fu Qingyan's explanation was indeed more credible. If she could write such a stunning poem just by listening to the rain, without any relevant experience, why couldn't they do it?

Loiman retorted: "Although I have never been to Lin'an, there are apricot blossoms in the capital, and I did write this poem."

Fu Qingyan said calmly: "Although there are apricot blossoms in the capital, there is no tradition of exchanging apricot blossoms. In our hometown of Lin'an, apricot blossoms represent love and beautiful visions. Selling apricot blossoms has become a special way for many women to make money.

Whenever the apricot blossoms are in full bloom, people will buy apricot blossoms from them and give them to their loved ones or relatives and friends to express their thoughts and blessings.

During the banquet, some people who had been to Lin'an said that there was indeed such a tradition. Everyone became more and more convinced that the poem was written by Fu Qingyan and cast condemning glances at Loiman.

Only Xiao Changan still chose to believe Luo Yiman: "I believe that Miss Luo Er would not do such a shameless thing."

Everyone sighed and subconsciously stayed away from him, as if he was carrying some infectious disease. The ladies who had daughters of marriageable age whispered to their daughters to stay away from this man and never have any contact with him.

Loiman observed his surroundings inconspicuously. Seeing that most people had arrived, he took out his trump card and shouted:

"Your Majesty, I've only written the first four lines of the poem I wrote. I've already thought of the last four lines, but I didn't think they fit the theme of today, so I didn't write them down."

Fu Qingyan had a bad feeling in her heart, but no one knew that she was thinking of adding a few more sentences to make the poem more complete. Roy was obviously well prepared.

She was a little confused. Could there really be someone who could write a poem like her?

The Queen asked her, "Are there any more poems after Miss Fu's?"

Fu Qingyan shook her head: "I haven't written it yet. I just feel that the capital is too flashy and glamorous, and it's not as good as the quiet and leisurely Lin'an. I want to go back to my hometown during the Qingming Festival to visit the graves of my relatives."

The Queen nodded and said, "Second Miss Luo, what is the poem you wrote later? Read it out for everyone to hear."

Roiman straightened his back and abdomen: "I casually write a short line on a piece of paper, and play with the delicate milk in the sunny window to share tea. Don't sigh about the dust in your plain clothes, you can still get home before Qingming."

There was silence at the table, for the artistic conception of the poem and for Loiman's reversal. The happiest person among them was Xiao Changan.

Censor Luo was also happy, but more surprised.

Fu Qingyan's face turned pale, and she looked at Loiman in disbelief: "How can you write a poem that is exactly the same as what I have in mind?"

Loiman looked at her with disdain: "Of course it's because I wrote the poem."

"Impossible..." Fu Qingyan said, "Are you also planning to go back to worship your ancestors during Qingming Festival?"

"Of course," Loiman said shamelessly, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, the Princess, the matter is very clear. I wrote the poem."

The eldest princess frowned and said, "Since you said you wrote the poem, then tell me what these lines mean."

This naturally did not pose a problem for Loimann.

In her previous life, Fu Qingyan's poems were widely sung, and in the end she married the second prince. The lovers finally got married, and it became a good story in the capital. She was very envious of her husband because she had no luck in life after getting married.