"What excellent writing! My son is far inferior."
Huh? Pei Xueqiao was dumbfounded. How could he be inferior?
Helian Chaolu curtsied and turned to leave.
He didn't even say goodbye, nor did he mention the calligraphy he had bought for a large sum of money again.
A reason for visiting was needed anyway, and it has already served its purpose.
Lieutenant Li didn't understand, so he hurriedly saluted and followed.
"Father, you...you've agreed?"
Pei Xueqiao never expected that her father would actually agree to the other party's request to become famous.
Just as he was lost in thought and feeling that his father’s great image was beginning to waver, three sheets of paper were stuffed into his hand.
After reading it quickly, I was completely stunned. This was a poem written by Helian Chaolu?
"Can it compare?"
Upon hearing her father's question, Pei Xueqiao pursed her lips tightly.
After pondering for a long time, he shook his head. "They are worlds apart."
Pei Xuanyun stood up, patted his eldest son on the shoulder, and strode away.
Asking the old prime minister to use his reputation as a stepping stone for someone else's daughter is something he doesn't think he has the magnanimity to do.
But his son... being humble, eager to learn, and having endless learning is always a good thing.
Besides, he himself said it was inferior, and even if you argue with him to the end, he still has a point.
In the afternoon, the lively events at Songtao Pavilion and the frontier poem spread like wildfire.
As a result, news came from the Prime Minister's residence that Prime Minister Pei personally asserted that his son's literary talent was far inferior to that of Helian Chaolu.
The place was in an uproar!
Qin Zhaoyue, who had taken a good afternoon nap, also heard the news, but her heart remained unmoved.
As night fell, the group ate dinner early and disguised themselves so badly they were unrecognizable.
Under the cover of concealment, they quietly left the princess's residence.
They only revealed their presence in a deserted alley corner of the target market.
Qin Zhaoyue, with her outer robe open, strode ahead with an air of indifference, taking the lead.
His head was tilted to the side, looking so arrogant.
Looking at her back, Suimo wondered why her master seemed so excited.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
