Upon hearing Han Zhi's words, the two matchmakers hesitated for a moment, but quickly perchanged spirits. After exchanging a glance, they both nodded in agreement.
At this, everyone in the main hall except Zhao Huirou wore knowing smiles. Even Su Zhen's lips curved slightly upward, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
Everyone present knew Su Zhen's literary talent all too well. Han Zhi, Bao Wan, and Bao Fu knew it best of all—in a single morning, or even less time than that, she could write enough ci poetry to pile up all over the floor.
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