Wei Zihan was sweating profusely, while Chuanyu was overjoyed.
Unexpectedly, her unreliable sister Wen has beautiful handwriting, and her poems are either elegant, bold, or philosophical. Each poem is not only perfectly matched, but also profound and meaningful, making people applaud in admiration.
Is her sister Wen perhaps the reincarnation of the Poet Immortal?
Yes, Chuanwen didn't just write one poem, but more than twenty in a row. And that was only because her hands were cold; otherwise, she could have easily written a hundred or so.
"Go ahead and compete. If any of your poems is inferior to the one you wrote, then I'll admit defeat!"
Chuanwen pushed the stack of papers with the poems written on them to Wei Zihan, who was dumbfounded.
She was watching as Chuanwen wrote, reading each poem as it was written. Even though she was confident in her literary talent, she had to admit that she had lost.
[Just kidding, I have a PhD in Chinese Language and Literature, and I'm the youngest professor of Chinese language in China. Top universities are vying for me; how could I possibly lose to you?]
Chuan Wen smiled, and Chuan Yu instantly became a fangirl. If this weren't the palace, she would have hugged and kissed Wen-meimei a few times. Beautiful! She won so beautifully!
Inside the Lin Hua Hall, all was quiet.
This was the first time they had heard about what Chuanwen did in her past life. Did they not know that Chuanwen was such an amazing girl?
Chuanwen usually only knew how to eat and drink, and they thought he was an uneducated person in his previous life. It was unexpected that Chuanwen was a highly skilled talent.
"Call Wen and the others in."
The emperor instructed his chief eunuch to eagerly anticipate the poems written by Chuanwen. Not only him, but also the ministers and the women who could hear Chuanwen's thoughts were very eager to see them.
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