At that moment, the calligraphies and paintings originally hanging on the wall had already been carefully taken down by nimble attendants. The most central, most prestigious spot had now been adorned with that very ci poem.
The commotion in the hall downstairs had not yet completely subsided; the guests were either savoring the lingering charm of "Autumn Rhymes of Bianliang" or talking and laughing in low tones.
When the top three leading ladies of Bianjing appeared simultaneously at that much-anticipated spot, holding in their hands a visibly newly crafted sandalwood board covered with white paper and black characters, all sound seemed to vanish, and every gaze converged upon them.
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