"Time's up! Please stop writing!" Lei Dongyang shouted.
A maidservant, as swift as the wind, entered from the outer perimeter and collected the poems from before the group. When the manuscript arrived at Lin Su's desk, the maid was visibly surprised. She'd actually written it! Of course, she didn't know the quality of the poem. She handed it to the master…
Lei Dongyang picked up the collected manuscript and nodded with satisfaction: "Read it!"
A person beside him stood up, picked up the manuscript, and began to recite…
"The poem by the young master of Guiyang: A hundred-foot tower is but an ordinary sight; looking up, I see the sky full of light…"
"A fine poem!"
The crowd erupted in cheers. Countless maids' eyes shone with admiration; they seemed utterly powerless against a true lite
