The top scholar was not one to be outdone, and he seemed to grow even more earnest: "White snow complains that the spring colors arrive late, I ask the garden to weave blossoms into flying petals."
After half an hour of stalemate between the two, neither could gain the upper hand. The entire assembly looked on with admiration, even Xuanyuan Ming feeling a sense of disbelief. He watched the woman on stage; facing the man's relentless, fluid assault, she remained composed, her strategic mind working seamlessly without a single flaw. Nearby, the Grand Tutor could hardly fathom that his own daughter possessed such talent.
He had always assumed this daughter of his was unmotivated, possessing nothing but her beauty. How unexpected! She had remained silent for so long, only to burst forth with such brilliance.
Chapter 43