At that moment, laughter and ridicule filled the air, and even the Empress and the Emperor furrowed their brows.
However, Yue An’nian remained indifferent, not thinking that Hua Qianqian’s actions were embarrassing.
Although he didn’t know her intentions, he believed in her.
Everything she did had a purpose.
Inside the hall, Hua Qianqian stood up from her seat upon hearing the Empress’s inquiry.
She seemed unperturbed by the mockery and doubt of the crowd, standing confidently like a graceful and noble bamboo.
Her appearance made the Empress doubt her own eyesight.
She couldn’t help but lower her head and read the poem in her hands again.
Confirming that it was exactly the same as Hua Shuyue’s second poem, Plum Blossoms, she looked up at Hua Qianqian and asked, “Why did Lady Hua Qianqian rewrite this poem?”