My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!-Chapter 180 - 80: Is Miss Yun Watching Me?

But still, there were doubts that Su Qianxue could create any good poems.

On stage.

After Su Qianxue quickly completed the last character, she casually placed the bamboo brush on the pen holder. Old Yu shoved Lord Sacrificial Officer aside with force, eagerly holding the rice paper in both hands, his expression extremely fervent.

Lord Sacrificial Officer was caught off guard and was easily pushed aside, instantly getting angry, his beard puffing out and eyes glaring.

"Once the red sun rises, it still stands equal with the heavens; what a line, equal with the heavens, what kind of grandeur is required to write such a verse?"

"And this line, when my flowers bloom, all flowers perish, such a powerful verse, I love this line."

"This line is also good, the whole city is clad in golden armor, Chang’an is indeed another name for Haojing, every autumn the city is filled with blooming chrysanthemums. Today there are so many talented scholars, and this is the first poem that includes the capital."

"Good poem, good poem indeed; in all my years, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a dominant and murderous poem, simply unbelievable that it’s written by a woman."

A few great scholars excitedly discussed the verses, completely ignoring the crowd below the stage.

Because their voices were not loud, the rest of the people could not clearly hear the contents of the poem; they could only see their excited expressions.

Thus, people became even more curious, stretching their necks long.

Yun Wanqing was a bit sleepy, lazily yawning, but still forced herself to watch, planning to go to sleep after seeing the rest.

Her thoughts rarely quieted down.

"Miss Su, I wish to ask, are these two poems truly yours?"

The Sacrificial Officer looked at the young girl before him, his eyes filed with eagerness and cautiousness.

Upon hearing this, Su Qianxue furrowed her brows slightly, feeling inexplicably guilty, but she thought that apart from herself, no one else could know the true author of these two poems.

Even if there are others like her, a Book Traveler, to avoid revealing their identity, they certainly wouldn’t expose her in such a setting.

So long as her reputation is established, even if someone exposes her in the future, no one would believe them.

Moreover, she didn’t believe there could be another Book Traveler so coincidentally; as for the previous incident at Duke Ning Mansion where her plan was seen through, there must be other reasons.

With this comforting thought, Su Qianxue finally felt at ease.

She nodded firmly and said, "Of course."

As soon as she spoke, Yun Wanqing perked up, mentally continuing her commentary.

[Wow, the female lead really has thick skin and strong mental fortitude, to boldly usurp someone else’s work like this.]

[I wonder, if Zhu Yuanzhang and Huang Chao find out, will they come looking for her.]

[Oh, almost forgot, the female lead is just a character, not in the same dimension; they won’t find her, they should look for the author.]

[Yes, go find the author.]

Yun Wanye: "..."

My sister’s inner thoughts, each one is beyond my expectations.

Even having listened for so long, he still cannot predict her.

"Then let me ask again, Miss Su, was this composed on the spot or prepared in advance?"

Su Qianxue didn’t understand why she was asked this, but felt that composing on the spot seemed more impressive than preparing ahead, so she boldly chose the former.

"Embarrassingly, I only felt inspired today after hearing the outstanding works of these talented scholars," she said.

Composed on the spot?

Lord Sacrificial Officer and several great scholars were once again astonished.

"Lord Sacrificial Officer, what do Su Qianxue’s poems look like? Hurry and recite them to us, we’re dying of anticipation."

"Indeed, why just you few appreciating them? Quickly recite aloud for everyone to hear; we want to see what Su Qianxue has composed, worthy of your expressions."

"Exactly, hurry up with the recitation, don’t leave us hanging; if this goes on, I’ll die here out of curiosity."

"..."

Curious young lords nearby began urging loudly.

Lord Sacrificial Officer coughed once and said slowly, "Everyone, calm down, calm down; I shall now recite them to you. Now, everyone, listen carefully, for I will recite them only once."

The first: "Poems about Bamboo: Snow weighing down the branches low, though bending never touching mud; once the red sun has risen, they align with heaven still."

The second: "Poem on Chrysanthemums After Failing the Imperial Examination: Awaiting September eighth in autumn’s return, when my bloom, all flowers shall perish; scent rises in a mighty array through Chang’an, and the whole city is clad in golden armor."

Wow!!!!!!

As Lord Sacrificial Officer’s voice faded, the room fell into a dead silence once again.