Yes, she shouldn't be the only one shocked by this.
Looking at this old fox who would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, it was rare to see him so bewildered and dumbfounded...
For some reason, I felt a sense of relief and satisfaction.
“This…” Pei Xuanyun’s throat felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and he managed to squeeze out a broken syllable.
He knew that the Sixth Princess was hiding her true abilities, and he could tell from the disaster relief incident. At the time, he was only slightly surprised.
It's perfectly normal for members of the royal family to know how to scheme and manipulate, and to keep their talents hidden.
Upon seeing the detailed report on disaster relief, my surprise deepened somewhat, but that was all.
But at this moment... poetry! Poetry of exquisite beauty!
That is a masterpiece that requires years of accumulated talent, profound learning, and bursts of inspiration to create.
Those are exquisite articles that can touch people's hearts and be passed down through the ages!
Pei Xuanyun, the current prime minister renowned for his literary talent and with countless students, felt a deep sadness in his heart.
Three poems, each one a masterpiece he had never been able to achieve despite his life's hard work!
It's one thing if it came from some unparalleled master of poetry, but to have it come from the sixth princess of Fengjing, who was known for her "ignorance" and "absurdity"?
This is...it's worse than killing him!
"What does Prime Minister Pei think?" Qin Minghuang gave him ample time, put down her teacup, and her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible amusement.
"How is Zhaoyue's writing?"
Pei Xuanyun's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he squeezed out two words filled with endless bitterness and complex emotions through his teeth: "Excellent."
Looking at his old face, with his lips twitching slightly involuntarily, Qin Minghuang felt completely relieved, and all the gloom she had been feeling for days vanished.
Just as Pei Xuanyun was being blasted to a crisp, the "master of poetry" was swaggering into the Langhuan Pavilion, a royal villa.
She walked with light steps, humming a little tune, her eyebrows and eyes curving into a smile.
"Where's Xiao Yunshuo? Come out, come out! Let's go shopping in this beautiful autumn weather."
The little voice inside my heart is already laughing hysterically with its hands on its hips:
Little beauty! Big sister's here~~~
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