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... d his hands. He did not pass himself off as an artist; after all, he was Fan Xian, not Fan Wei.[1]
The Crown Prince looked at him and almost began to laugh. He couldn’t believe what Miss Fan had said. A ten-year-old might be able to write good poetry, but to meticulously weave together such a poem as this? It wasn’t possible. He figured Fan Xian had written it the night before and gave it to Fan Ruoruo to pull out at the poetry contest in order to wow everyone.
He wasn’t angr ...
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