The long poem, so full of emotion and so bold in its style, left everyone stunned.
The stirring melody continued, and the unrestrained emotions in the poem seemed to extend along with the music.
The moon, which had migrated south, looked at those distinguished people above, its quiet gaze sweeping over them one by one, without lingering on any of their faces.
Mr. Mo was the first to react. He stood up immediately, his hands trembling with excitement, "A masterpiece! A masterpiece!"
Looking at the moon as it moved south, he exclaimed excitedly, "I used to doubt the poet's abilities, but now I am ashamed of myself. To be able to write such a poem that intertwines heroism and melancholy shows that the poet is truly a genius!"
Xu Taigong also stood up. The poem brought tears to his eyes. "This poem is expansive and powerful, with a resounding rhythm. Its profound thoughts are truly unparalleled. It will surely be immortalized for all time and admired by future generations!"
The two literary elders started the discussion, and the more alert crowd began to offer their praise.
The happiest person was none other than the old emperor. The literary world of Dongling, which had always been weak, had climbed to a high position today under the witness of all the countries. Even Mr. Mo, the leading figure in the literary world of Nanjing, said that he was ashamed of his inferiority.
"Hahaha, Prime Minister! You've raised a fine daughter! She truly deserves the title of 'Poet Immortal'! I will reward her! I will reward her handsomely!"
The eldest princess nearly crushed the jade cup. She never expected that the Southern Migration Moon would possess such extraordinary talent, which made her feel quite proud.
But it's okay, the show isn't over yet.
The Fifth Princess's expression was somewhat complicated. Now that things had come to this, she had to admire Nan Qianyue's talent, but to be a match for the Imperial Uncle, just being able to write poetry wouldn't suffice.
"That's wonderful! I'll reward you too!" Empress Dowager Wei said with a beaming smile.
However, Consort You next to her looked rather awkward, as if she were trying to smile but couldn't.
However, seeing that her son didn't look at the moon for the southward migration much, she felt somewhat relieved.
On the other hand, the Crown Prince of Nan Jing and even the First Prince of Xi Qiu stared at Nan Qianyue without any attempt to hide their gazes.
Hmph, what good is a woman with such extraordinary talent if she's a womanizer? She's not worthy of her son at all.
"Your Majesty, may I ask the Poet Immortal a few questions?" the eldest prince of Xiqiu Kingdom suddenly interjected.
He fell in love with Nanqianyue from the very first moment he saw her.
There were many family members in the palace, but she was the most beautiful and noble flower blooming in the garden.
If he could win this woman's heart, his trip would have been truly worthwhile.
The old emperor glanced up and thought to himself, "Are you ever going to stop? Haven't you had enough of being humiliated?"
"Is Prince Han also interested in poetry and literature?"
The eldest prince of Xiqiu glanced at Nan Qianyue with a deep smile and said, "I am not good at poetry and literature, so I would like to ask about something else."
"Just because you want to ask, does she have to answer?" Xiao Chen cast a sharp glance at him, the confrontation between them obvious.
The eldest prince of Xiqiu met his gaze and sneered, "What does my question to the poet have to do with you, Crown Prince Xiao?"
The old emperor looked at the two with a half-smile, his shrewd gaze sweeping over the cold face of Prince Anzheng before finally settling on Nan Qianyue.
"Someone, set up a seat next to the Fifth Princess." The old emperor waved his hand, wanting to see what kind of show these people were going to put on.
"Poet Immortal, come here." The old emperor smiled as he looked at the moon that had migrated south.
"yes."
Tears welled in her eyes as she walked south, a smile on her face, under the worried and complicated gazes of her family.
As the beauty drew closer, her stunningly beautiful face and graceful figure became clearly visible, and the Crown Prince of Xiqiu could no longer hide his amazement.
After paying his respects to the old emperor and Empress Dowager Wei during the southward migration, he sat down next to the Fifth Princess.
After sitting down, he did not forget to nod to the Fifth Princess.
The Fifth Princess forced a slightly stiff smile in response. She didn't have the same courage as her elder sister, who dared to bring up the matter of the Southern Migration in front of her uncle.
"Today is a birthday banquet, so everyone can relax, chat and have a drink. Don't be shy." The old emperor raised his golden cup and took a sip.
Consort Yang, who was standing nearby, wanted to dissuade her, but she held back.
The old emperor was extremely suspicious, and he saw any concern for the emperor as having ulterior motives.
"Your Majesty, please drink this." The Consort Xian smiled and replaced the wine in front of the old emperor with fruit wine.
The old emperor gave her a reproachful look, said nothing, and did not return the wine.
Yang Guifei glanced at it and scoffed.
"Poet Immortal, this cup is offered to your abundant talent." The eldest prince of Xiqiu raised his jade cup to the southward-migrating moon, his expression a mixture of joy, sorrow, longing, doubt, and fear...
Nanqianyue: "..." Damn, he's a real actor, where's his Oscar?
She doesn't drink much.
The Prince Anzheng, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. His eyelids were slightly lowered, making it impossible to see his thoughts, but his imposing aura had an undeniable sense of oppression.
Xiao Chen glanced at him, his eyes darkening slightly.
They actually interrupted him.
The eldest prince of Xiqiu was slightly taken aback, then gave a bitter smile, tilted his head back and drank the wine, seemingly trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
"Isn't the Poet Immortal curious about what I want to ask?" He seemed to be deliberately suppressing his longing and pain, but a hint of it still lingered, making him quite intriguing.
Looking at his lifeless body, Nanqianyue felt a pang of pain in her eyes. "I'm not curious," she replied indifferently.
The eldest prince of Xiqiu smiled wryly, but the minister beside him couldn't help but ask, "May I ask if the poet had been to the north two years ago?"
Two years ago?
How did she know?
Upon hearing this question, Qin Yi and Xiao Chen looked up almost simultaneously, their eyes meeting, both harboring suspicion towards each other.
Two years ago, they had both taken Nanqianyue to the north, but they knew very well that Nanqianyue had never been in contact with the people of Xiqiu.
Nanqianyue raised an eyebrow indifferently and said, "I don't know."
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