Qin Xueyin put down Duan Rong's poem draft, picked up Zhu Peng's poem draft, and with a voice as gentle as an orchid, she looked at Zhu Peng and said, "Master Zhu's poem 'Early Morning Journey to Shang Mountain', as I read it, it feels ancient and elegant, with a certain hazy beauty. I am curious, under what mindset did Master Zhu compose this poem?"
Zhu Peng was stumped by the question.
He hadn't completely grasped the meaning of the poem himself, how could he know the mindset in which it was composed. However, being able to meet Qin Xueyin during this trip, he was already quite satisfied. Not being able to answer, he decided not to force it.
Zhu Peng said, "Not to hide this from Miss Xueyin, this 'Early Morning Journey to Shang Mountain' was actually written by him."
As Zhu Peng spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Duan Rong.
"Oh?" Qin Xueyin's eyes were slightly astonished.
