He was trying to save himself. He started this topic to fulfill the Empress's instructions. Instead of pressing the issue, he spoke up for Nanqianyue, which was his way of apologizing to the Crown Prince.
"This is just Mr. Mo's personal opinion. We'll have to see what the Poet Immortal has to say for sure." Minister Xiqiu looked at the southward-moving moon and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.
This time, the old emperor did not ask the southern-migrated Yue to answer; he simply watched quietly.
The Southern Prime Minister's brows were already furrowed with anger. He looked at the Minister of Xiqiu and raised his voice, "So what if it's real or fake? You are, after all, a minister of the country. You only see love and romance in a poem. Didn't you say that your career path is bumpy? Then tell me, is it true or false that your career path is bumpy for a young lady?"
"That's right, how could Miss Nan have the troubles of a bumpy career? So, love is just a lie, at most it's just something a woman yearns for."
"Indeed, Miss Nan is pure of heart. She was just showing off her talent. There's no need for so much talk."
As soon as Nan Xiang spoke, someone immediately realized what was going on and quickly added a few words.
The old emperor nodded in satisfaction. He, as the emperor, could not say anything unpleasant, but the old prime minister had not disappointed him.
Minister Xiqiu, unwilling to give up, continued their discussion, "If someone can compose such a masterpiece without any real experience, then this Poet Immortal can compose any kind of poem! In that case, why not broaden everyone's horizons and invite the Poet Immortal to present a poem!"
“Okay.” Nan Qianyue interrupted her father in time. Her father had already helped her a lot. Next was the self-proof part.
Nanqianyue looked at the old emperor, smiled slightly, and asked, "Your Majesty, may the musicians play a more rousing piece?"
The old emperor saw Nanqianyue's confidence; he had no doubt about her ability to compose poetry, so he raised his hand and said, "Granted."
As the stirring music began, Nanqianyue silently apologized to the real Li Shixian in her heart, and then recited the poem aloud.
"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return? Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening? Life is short, so seize the day and enjoy it to the fullest..."
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