After they left, those slender, cold eyes in the private room remained faintly surprised.
This emotion was because of what Bai Zhi'er had just said.
Initially, he helped by replacing Bai Zhi'er's blank poetry with a poem he personally wrote.
But he never expected Bai Zhi'er to be so honest.
Even when she was awarded first place, she refused to lie to claim the title.
Perhaps.
She wasn't as bad as he imagined.
With the help of the Xiu Luo Envoy, Bai Zhi'er quickly caught up with Xu Zhong.
Standing by the shimmering lakeside, the little one had the Xiu Luo Envoy present a silver ingot.
Xu Zhong, feeling much calmer, looked at the silver and was startled: "Miss, this is...?"
Bai Zhi'er smiled sweetly, her eyes bright and lively.
"I saw that Lord Xu possesses exceptional talent. The poem you wrote about autumn just now amazed everyone."
