Jia Yu actually found Jia Zhen rather amusing at this moment, quite unlike the usually stern members of the Jia Clan.
At that moment, Jia Rong suddenly spoke up, "Third Uncle, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, such a fine evening with lovely scenery. How about you compose a poem to liven things up for us?"
"Good, that's a fine suggestion," Jia Lian chimed in.
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