Qiao Ziming had already thought of a poem and was about to start writing it, but Wei Yichen's words caused his heart, which had finally calmed down, to be filled with turbulent waves again.
He gave a heavy, cold snort, picked up his pen, and began writing rapidly on the paper.
Seeing this, Su Muxi cursed Wei Yichen inwardly for being despicable.
By deliberately provoking Qiao Ziming and disturbing his peace of mind, the calligraphy he produces is unlikely to be of high quality.
They really will stop at nothing to win!
Wei Yichen noticed Su Muxi's gaze and returned a smile, which made Su Muxi roll her eyes without caring about her image.
However, this interaction made the two seem much more familiar than before, which made people think differently.
Soon, Qiao Ziming finished writing. The two servants exchanged glances and then stepped forward to hold up the words written by Qiao Ziming and Su Muxi.
Because Qiao Ziming was in a hurry, he wrote in cursive script.
His calligraphy flows like clouds and water, his brushstrokes are like dragons and snakes, his ink is rich and unrestrained, and his strokes are bold and unrestrained, showing his unbridled and unconventional style.
The poem inscribed on it reads: "Once I had lofty ambitions to roam the world, but I mistakenly fell into the dust of life and years have passed. Only today do I realize that I went astray, and regret cannot bring back my lost youth."
Both the overall artistic conception of the poem and the calligraphy are superior to Pei Yuan's.
If only two people compete, Qiao Ziming will be the champion.
With Wei Yichen's poem and Su Muxi's calligraphy, Qiao Zimo can no longer be the champion.
"Youthful arrogance led to mistakes, and now I deeply regret them."
Spring's glory fades in vain, and the twilight years bring only sorrow.
Old dreams fade like clouds, new sorrows are tasted in wine.
Reflecting on the long road ahead, where can we find the golden years again?
One of the scholars read Wei Yichen's poem aloud, then looked approving and said "good" three times.
Pei Yuan and Qiao Ziming both wrote seven-character quatrains, while Wei Yichen wrote a five-character quatrain.
Five-character quatrains are more difficult to write than seven-character quatrains because they have a compact structure, fewer characters, and require a higher level of linguistic artistry and artistic expression.
Unexpectedly, Wei Yichen not only wrote five-character poems, but also wrote them with more artistic conception than Qiao Ziming and Pei Yuan's seven-character poems.
Therefore, Wei Yichen is undoubtedly the champion of the poetry competition!
However, what surprised everyone even more was the handwriting of Su Muxi.
The ink tones are perfectly balanced, and the brushstrokes are fluid and unrestrained. The brushwork is exquisite, with each stroke powerful and vigorous. The brush moves swiftly, completed in one breath, exhibiting both a composed and grand presence and a lively and agile charm.
The layout is well-balanced, giving people a sense of harmonious beauty.
This word greatly enhanced the beauty of Wei Yichen's entire poem.
The poem and the calligraphy seemed to be a match made in heaven. Even though Shen Yaxin and Bai Mengying had various grievances, they had to admit that Su Muxi's calligraphy was outstanding.
Qiao Ziming was originally quite satisfied with his poem and the calligraphy he wrote in one go.
Upon hearing Wei Yichen's poem, he felt both resentment and unwillingness.
But after seeing Su Muxi's handwriting, all that remained in my heart was surprise.
Is this calligraphy written by Su Muxi?
How... is this possible?!
"How come this is different from the words in your medical practice log?"
Su Muxi showed disdain in response to Qiao Ziming's question.
"What? Does Your Highness suspect me of cheating? So many people are watching, I wrote it right here!"
Qiao Ziming blushed again and stammered, "...That's not what I meant."
Su Muxi sneered inwardly, but said seriously, "The medical log is not only for my own eyes, but also for others. Therefore, the writing should not be concerned with artistic conception, but only with neatness."
"The Crown Prince has never understood me, nor has he ever bothered to understand me. If he doesn't understand me, why does he always belittle and ridicule me so arbitrarily!"
"I married the heir apparent because the Marquis of Anyang was kind to my father in the past. I married into the Marquis of Anyang's household to repay his great kindness! It was not, as the heir apparent thinks, that I coveted the title of the Marquis of Anyang's heir's wife!"
"For the past three years, I have rarely stepped out of the gates of the Marquis of Anyang’s residence, and have done my best to fulfill my duties as the wife of the heir. I have not only cured the heir’s leg, but also cured your mother’s old ailment and restored your sister’s appearance."
"I do everything without expecting anything in return, but I also don't want to be unfairly smeared and targeted for slander!"
"Young Master, why don't you put your hand on your heart and ask yourself: In the three years I, Su Muxi, have been in the Marquis of Anyang's residence, have I ever done anything to wrong the Qiao family?! After learning that you were going to marry Princess Chang Le, did I ever try to stop you from being with the one you love?!"
Every word Su Muxi spoke was like a sharp blade, stabbing into Qiao Ziming's chest again and again, making it hard for him to breathe.
Qiao Ziming actually knew and understood everything Su Muxi said.
When Su Muxi was his wife, he took all of this for granted, and after the divorce, he only thought that Su Muxi was asking for trouble.
After all, he had already made concessions, allowing Su Muxi and Bai Mengying to be equal wives, without distinction of rank.
But Su Muxi was still not satisfied and refused.
He had been waiting for Su Muxi to regret her actions, waiting for her to come crying and begging him for forgiveness. However, to his surprise, he was the one who regretted it first…
Su Muxi looked at Qiao Ziming standing there without saying a word, sighed inwardly, and continued in a cold voice: "Your Highness, now that we are divorced, we should each live our own lives and not disturb each other. I will not speak ill of you, but you should not trample on and belittle me anymore."
After saying that, he actually tore up the poem he had just written in front of everyone.
"I have no intention of participating in the literary gathering, and I certainly do not wish to interfere with the calligraphy competition."
After saying that, he left without looking at anyone.
Looking at the torn Xuan paper on the ground, Wei Yichen became even more interested in Su Muxi.
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